i feel like blogging

but have nothing to blog about. work is, well, work and all of you who read this already know about my personal life, or will shortly find out when we go to 44. so, i'll fall back on an old favorite. art history. and you thought i was going to say batman. he comes later.

no really, art history. i love old art and i love learning about and talking about and trying to explain to people why it is so beautiful and moving. to my credit, i've once spent hours explaining this to someone. to his credit, he was only trying to sleep with me. to both our credits it worked. it's ok johnny, i'm talking about you. to me, art is like real life, only better. and i'm not talking about any of that modern crap - that stuff sucks and i will debate for hours on how that's not really art. or i could debate on how it technically is, but the point is - when you look at something and it actually causes emotions other than boredom, that means something. that's an accomplishment. for both you and the artist. not everyone is capable of seeing beauty. it's sad, but true. actually, it's not really sad, it's more of just a fact of life. but the reason it's like real life is that it just cuts through all the crap and gets right to the core. if the artist wants to show you how incredibly passionate and all-encompassing love can be, it can be done with the simple way the light touches a woman's neck. and despair - look no farther than the cracked cobblestone. and drama? well, look no further than my favorite technique - chiaroscuro. that's italian, yo.

and so, i think that's why i love comic books so much. not only do the artist's use chiaroscuro all over the place, but they make me laugh and cry. ok, it's really more smirking and saying "oh, no!" but you get the point. and they cost a hell of a lot less than a caravaggio.

speaking of comics, my original intent was to keep an updated list of the library up here. truth is, the list has gotten far too embarassingly large to post. if you want to read something, ask and i'll let you know if i have it. or, which is far easier, come over, wash your hands, and peruse the shelves. that's right, i said shelves.