AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

Join the biggest comic book creation seminar of the summer!

Glass House grand guru David Campiti and a host of GHG talents,
in association with Studio Sakka,

presents

4th Annual MANILA COMICS CREATION SEMINAR

2-day seminar workshop

Learn various advanced techniques and practical details for a profitable career in comic book and newspaper strip creation from comic book professional writer/agent David Campiti; artists lecturing at the Seminar will include Rainier Beredo, Jinky Coronado, Tina Francisco, Jeffrey Huet, Jonathan Lau, Carlo Pagulayan, Wilson Tortosa, and others, including some special guests.

Well hi all, I would really like to RSS feed my blog to this spot but I don't have the technology...so if you have tips, keep in touch.
I Lova the Belly Dance! I have been studying & teaching for about 15 years. I am Slc, Utah based. currently in Fort Collins, Colorado with a couple classes in Cheyenne & Laramie Wyoming.
I really love working with live bands if only Crash Worship would work it out and play together again.

O.K. until next time.
-Shahravar

I wanted to let you know that I have a
brand spankin' NEW site up with lots of new work
at http://www.herzco.com

It took forever, but it looks great -
Please take a look!

bh

I put off calling her back until pretty late in the day and found myself agreeing to an interview. During the 90 minute drive to dance class from where my current job had sent me, I had so much time to weigh the pros and cons that I was sleepy by the time I got there.

I've done without health insurance all this time although I have been holding out for the promises that the company has been giving since January. We did get the optical and didn't even know that we could have used it for an entire month. I can probably pull off getting new glasses and getting them paid for if I do it next week.

Why can't jobs or men come along when there are no complications in my life? My dear, beautiful friend, in an effort to help me return to sanity is trying to hook me up with a job that I can't possibly take right now due to a multitude of complications on my current job - not the least of which is having health insurance finally materialize so that I can go and have those heart tests done before the next heart attack transports me to the Summerland....I just can't change jobs right now.

I've put off returning the call but I have to do that today. Universe, if you can show me any mercy at all after what I've been through in this last month, could you fix it so that I can just get a few assignments from this person instead of having to turn down the full time job that I'm sure won't pay enough and is way too far of a daily commute and is totally impossible for me to even consider right now???????

17 August 2006 8:21 am

God, time passes so quickly that I can't even keep up with myself - and I'm barely moving.

I made an approach to the painted bridge last night, though I did not find a way onto the bridge. I probably could have, but I was too afraid to stick around - more on fear later. I learned some new things, though!

There's a third bridge below the Bridge of Art. A wooden footbridge in a "U" shape, and it too is a Path of Spiders. Unlike the upper bridge which had a single fine web between each bar of the rail, this bridge is absolutely filled with webs layered on themselves; silver in the moonlight, with multiple large brown spiders hanging fat and heavy from their strands.

14 August 2006 11am

I still haven't made it to the bridge. That's not just dissapointing, it's frightening. Everything becomes a distraction. One responsibility justifies procrastination of another.

My S.O. has been reading a lot of Haruki Murakami lately, and she told me that she was starting to get fed up with him because fundamentally, all his books struggle with, but do not address, the same issue over and over again.

When Murakami visited MIT a while back, S.O. told me she regretted not asking a particular question at the Q&A; regarding his level of personal investment in the world that his writings struggle with - this subconscious underworld of curses and watery emotion. After doing some more reading and pondering the matter for a few months - well almost a year, actually, she decided that, in a certain way, his writing is insincere.

11 August 2006 4pm

I think you've infected me with something. Before I knew you, I never wanted chocolate. I hated it. it would give me headaches just to smell it, and I personally found it ridiculous and annoying when other people said that it was their favorite thing or that they were "addicted" to it.

And I remember observing how you were consumed by chocolate. You didn't eat a lot of it - you just needed it sometimes. You always had some with you, and whenever anyone else had it, you wanted it, too.

It was only around that time that I started eating chocolate. It wasn't the only thing; I had kept strict standards for myself about what would not pass my lips; and many of those standards began to erode at that time. Onions, butter, ice cream, chicken and beef, alcohol. Some were things I had rejected consciously, others, like chocolate, were substances that had previously been unpalatable.

10 August 2006 12:45 pm

There really is so much to do and so little time

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What is it that I'm really saying? What is all this that I'm talking about? Where are these words coming from?

They're coming from reading the writings of those who have read the writings of the writers who wrote the writings that I should have read, but didn't.

Style, style, style. What else is there but style? And what is style if not an incomplete attempt to copy too many things all at once?

If originality is failed imitation, then Artistry must be controlled folly.

9 August 2006 12:30pm

Basically, I want to be a superhero; strange and special, weird and wonderful, different and dangerous.

I want custom everything; every tool that reaches my hands or garment that touches my skin. All of them embedded with my own unique symbols, designed to reflect my particular identity.