Thursday, March 11 & Friday, March 12

Thursday
Ironic that this page should include a note about me being sick. The recent pause in progress with this blog (not that you'd notice, since I'm keeping to posting these on the proper dates) was due in part to my attendance at SXSW Interactive and in part due to a sinus infection I came down with the last day at the conference.

The "flat surfaces are my friends" quote was taken out of the context of a digression by my AP Logic & Rhetoric teacher, Mr. Phelan. I think he was talking about twisting his ankle on some uneven ground.

A.B. suggests you think about how many people are making love in the world at any given moment. Deep, man, deep.

Friday
"The 1st Pull-Out Section in 1954" was a couple of notes back and forth between my friend Brandon and me, also during Logic & Rhet. They're written on the backs of two halves of a notice that I owed $6 for the scripts for David & Lisa and Our Town, the two other plays I did senior year beside West Side Story. (I was a father in each of those, too -- one of the parents in the former, Mr. Webb in the latter.)

In the first, we discuss Crystal Pepsi and the weird trend for clear drinks. The second starts out talking about "Beavis & Butthead" and move on to talking about my brother Peter, who was a freshman at the time, apparently making the sophomore baseball team. That didn't turn out to be true -- in fact, Pete quit baseball altogether. And despite "Beavis & Butthead" never really getting funnier, it became one of MTV's biggest hits. Oh well. Years later the show became a frequent target of one of my first favorite websites, Suck.com.

Now, on to the actual Friday page. This quote from John F. is one of my favorites ever. Pennies are pretty useless.

The fancy border and illustration make this look like I'm highlighting something important, but ironically, I drew it before I wrote what it surrounds. And then I went ahead and wrote something about being upset that someone didn't tell me they were mad at me or something -- I don't actually know what I was ranting about, specifically, but it was something I've worried about a lot over the years. It's difficult to know whether others' perception of you matches your self-perception, and that bothered me.

The fact that this self-serious rant is contrasted with flowery notes from a gaggle of girls is pretty great, I think.