Tuesday, June 16, 2015


A green or slightly off yellow monster.
I don't know your life but I think I want it for some reason.
The you that I made up is perfect.
I am so jealous of that you.
You are probably nothing like you in real life. You probably do things that you don't want to like  make dentist appointments, eat kale, and floss. You probably read half way through books that you really should have read forever ago and then quit (Cough* Anna Karenina).
Who knows? Maybe you are perfect and your life is a never ending serenade sung by dolphins but I doubt it.

Friday, June 12, 2015

Fave Friday: Weightlifting

Things I am tired of hearing:

I thought that this opinion was a mythical internet beast like a cyber cubaccabra or something.
I thought that this was something that only appeared in comments on you-tube videos, but NO I have personally witnessed people opining silly things about lifting. Let's all get some things straight: 

Here are some reasons you should lift: (Ladies especially!) 
  1.  I am stronger now than I ever was in high school (I played a non-stop parade of sports in high school averaging probably to about two hours of exercise everyday for three years). Even though I'm old and eating a single chocolate chip makes me feel like trash, I've never been this strong.
  2. Lifting heavy things feels awesome. Really though. Lift a heavy thing. Pick it up. Put it down. You will now be lifting heavy things forever. Welcome to the society of those who post PRs on Facebook. 
    Workouts feel great. Dead but great.
  3. Challenge is awesome- was your only achievement this week watching American Ninja Warrior? Do something.

Monday, June 8, 2015



You will never be anyone. 

You will never be anything. 

You will be who you are right now and never get better.

Someone else has done everything that you were fated for. 

What you were made to do has already been done by Tim. Yesterday. You just missed it sorry.

All the good art that there is to be made has been made and you have not made it. Art will continue, but emptily, like an explanation of a joke

You will be someone you do not like.

You will never have enough.

You will never have health insurance. 

You will have health insurance because you have given up on what you wanted. You will also have dental and a heart full of regrets. You will pour yourself a glass of whiskey in the middle class home you are paying off, it will taste like lost opportunity. 

Other people are better.

Somehow other people will have careers in things. You will not have careers in things. "Career" is a word that will slide off you and onto the ground, it will lie there limpid. 

You are not good at the thing.

You will stop loving people. It is easier not to. 

You will give up.

You will give up and start calling yourself a millennial. Once you do this, you will realize that it is true. That you somehow magically have a degree from a Liberal Arts College (which you do not regret) and your personality is not detail oriented. 

You will not write a book. 

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Sketchbooks and You!

Dear people of the universe,
I would like to bring to your attention an arts farts etiquette issue. 
When someone grabs your sketchbook and starts looking through it =  >:( 

Now you know and you have no excuse. 
Why Liz? Why does it bother you when I riffle through your mind on paper as if it was my very own? 
You are probably going to find: 
  •  my mind on paper which I would like to keep to myself sometimes ok?
  • figure drawings of some nekked people 
  • random snippet notes on East of Eden or something that are like: "Timshel is the whole book    anyway. Soulless? non-humanness incarnate, incarnation of evil opposite of incarnation of Christ.  Never ending genesis. Cain and Abel, not Cain and Abel, forever Cain and Abel." Your reaction:????
  •  a story I wrote about that one time you did something annoying
  • more swears than you thought possible
  • a cartoon in which the main character is a beheaded chicken