The amazing style of Brooklyn artist Chelsey Pettyjohn, that I just happened upon in Instagram this morning.
Some of my favorites are embedded below. Note: I think they’re beautiful but some might consider them dark, disturbing, perhaps nightmarish, so fair warning.
My time off since my last role has been varied, plenty of good and bad, but lately has been suffused with struggle and difficulty, both emotionally and physically. I mention this because I seem to have become a serial self-misrepresenter online: when I mention problems/struggles in my life to friends and family directly, they are taken aback. Almost everyone responds that from my photos and posts I seem to be so happy and successful, but it’s rarely how I feel. I think I censor the bad/sad/confused feelings and try to communicate neutrally or positively via imagery or absurdity, probably because I have a hard time processing all the terribleness of the world or what to do about it, especially when I’m fraught with my own baggage.
[Note: this is an abbreviated version of a Facebook post shared to my friends. I’m leaving it out of context as both a minor insight into my character and as a point of exploration for later expansion.]
Michael Ian Black is one of my favorite comedians. His stand-up. Stella. The excellent MATES (Mike and Tom Eat Snacks). His books My Custom Van and You’re Not Doing It Right.
And of course, his Twitter:
What to expect if you engage him without knowing his character:
The coup de grâce:
It’s a statement that reminds as it divides: if you haven’t gone through it, don’t bother reacting. And if you have, the exaggeration is contextualized, enhancing the comedic effect. A confident tightrope dance that few could pull off.
These tweets are an eon ago in Internet years, but still one of my favorite examples of how a talent showcases their nuanced comedic skill through brevity and conversational dynamism. This is organic comedy on a (relatively) new medium, informed by the skills that stand-up comics, especially, must hone over years and years and gig after gig. And of course, this interaction includes dealing with hecklers, other comedians (or wannabe comedians), and irate standers-by.
Everyone is free to @ reply Michael on Twitter. Just know what you’re getting into.
Getting older, the city streets I physically walk down nearly every day don’t change, yet memory lane gets longer and longer, with the strange effect that, while the lane is longer, I can get from any point to any other point in exactly the same time as before.
Neurons, man. Neurons.
Ontological orthogonality, in n dimensions.