It has been awhile. In honor of the new and utterly horrific installment in the Indiana Jones series let me offer these Fordian excuses for neglecting my corner of the Internet.
I was fighting the dark side while dodging bounty hunters in a galaxy far, far away.
I was hunting down humanoids in 2019 Los Angeles.
I was a cop undercover in Lancaster, PA protecting an amish boy who was witness to a murder.
I fell in love with a woman who is my girlfriend's secretary.
I suffered amnesia after being shot in the head.
I was wanted by Tommy Lee Jones for my wife's murder which I didn't commit.
I was fighting Columbian drug lords.
I was held hostage on Air Force One while the sitting President of the United States.
I crashed my plane in the South Seas and fell in love with Anne Heche
I taught Josh Harris how to be a police detective in Hollywood.
I was spending my last days of high school with Opie and Richard Dreyfuss.
I was busy ruining a legendary movie trilogy after I allegedly made contact with aliens.
Of course none of these are true. What is true is that real life came at me like Ali and down went Frasier. When the dust settled and the flashbulbs dimmed it appears that I'm in one piece and relatively unharmed from my first nine months at GMU. A lot has changed but more things have stayed the same. Things that have changed...my clothes have gotten better and my diet has gotten worse. The coffee habit has been kicked. When it costs five dollars for a small the java just doesn't taste as sweet. I watch a lot of the Discovery Channel. This comes as a result of my roommate Parker's habitual viewing of Survivorman. I also watch pro wrestling which is again under Parker's influence. Things that are the same...I'm still smarter than everyone else. But that's just a fact. I still struggle to find motivation to do laundry. Not only do I refuse to do laundry but I often I cannot even muster putting my clothes in a hamper.
I've always maintained a joy in art. That hasn't changed however my art has begun to be seen by others on a more formal basis. My final painting was on display in the annual student show which was curated by a former curator for the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York.
A more accidental display can be seen in George Mason's sculpture garden. In the first week of class I was asked to create a sculpture out of wire clothes hangers. I did and after I received credit I left it in the sculpture garden. It was meant more as a joke than anything else. Someone took it seriously and now "Unknown - Tree" is a permanent fixture.