I/Tulpa
I wish I could draw. I haven’t given up hope, yet, but as of now my experiments continue to result in stick figures that die of severe scoliosis. I think my humor aligns with Gary Larson and I have imagined he could do the story board of my life. And then in my head, I can see it clear as day, a comic square where a massive, spherical boulder is resting on top of a man, arms splayed out, and a recognizable Fedora is hiding the face. The caption, the reason why Spielberg fired apprentice Larson.
Do you remember the Far Side, by Gary Larson? I like most things that touch on ‘far side’ concepts. The far side of the moon. The far side of the universe. The far side my brain… When you hear Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon, do you ever want to interrupt the song with a record scratch and argue with Floyd? “It’s the far side of the moon.” No, it’s the dark side. “The dark side gets light, too.” No, we never see the dark side, even when it’s facing us, because it’s dark. That actually follows if you follow, but don’t. Just don’t. “The far side never faces the earth…” It’s just a song, damn it. I am going with dark…
The Fringe Side
Just doesn’t sound as good as the far side. I do try and practice art. I want to bring some of the concepts out of my head and make them concrete. I am more auditory than visual, which…
