Spring break is winding down, and various deadlines are looming. I’m having the trouble of trying to take it easy, and at the same time get things done. One major problem, as always, is to not hate myself for taking it easy. Or, on the other hand, to stop dragging me heels and freakin’ accomplish something already! Ah, me. I’ve been listening to Moby Dick while I get things done, and Ishmael says “Ah, me,” like, a lot. I’ve been reading Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World (Murakami) while I take it easy, and those sentences are so short and direct! Why can’t I ever write a short sentence? Perhaps its time that this train of self loathing left the station.

Here are some trees, which haven’t yet realized that its spring:

The leaves are at about half-saturation point here in the wilds of Vermont. Prime leaf peeping just in time for Columbus Day weekend. Suddenly White River Junction is a far less gloomy town. Walking on a path through some very young woods to school and back makes me understand some of the appeal of living in the country. And then I remember that to really live in the country, you have to drive a car.

Anyhow, here’s some more messing with the G-nib…and with prof/Swamp Thing artist Steve Bissette’s style (in both form and function). Tryin to pick up what he’s been puttin down.