[1] And when they tried to speak to each other it was always with the circling formalities of days long since past they would look back down their shoulders and not see a single moment that anchored them together they had forgotten how to speak with the certainty of sweat and hands eager to the touch all humid reactions and instant groans. Their language was no longer that of sharp breathed intakes and lips bit to the quick and blood welling bright in the front of everything. They forgot how to laugh the cigarette taste clogging their mouths till all that was left was their needs. They knew there was more than this adjusting of bodily spaces and they lacked . . . oh how they lacked.
[2] Guys! WE'RE FUCKING ALIVE! And we can taste it all the blood and the sweat, the fear and the night air, the cum and the moment right before it all changes! GUYS! We are alive! And yeah there is some monumental shit to deal with...BUT WE GET TO DEAL WITH IT! We get to eat gas station hot dogs and work too much, play too little, miss the important moments and dwell on the worthless, but guys! We get to fuck and cry and know each others names! Our feet get to rest in lakes and our hands on bodies that seemed made for action! GUYS! We are that action.
Friday, November 18, 2011
"The Only Reason I feel Secure Is That I Am Validated By My Peers" - David Bazan
A man who does not know and recognize his blessing is in fact cursed.
Okay. First off let's start this confessional with the axiom of "Jordan Shiveley is not the best at being a good friend" Because let's face it, I can be very self centered, vain and just straight up assholey. I'm grumpy, moody and sometimes an all around bore. That being said it makes it all the more meaningful that I have very close friends whose friendship I deeply treasure.
Recently I moved away from all of them to Minneapolis. A pretty alienating decision in that I knew one person in the entire area and . . . it's also the Midwestern equivalent of Hoth. But I have been blessed by the group of people I've met up here. I could go on and on about all of them and still accidentally leave people out, people like Sarah Morean, Katt Cochran and Kevin Cannon who have made me feel at home with their friendships . . . but I really want to talk about two people in particular, Brittney Sabo and Curtis Square-Briggs.
Brittney Sabo was one of the first people in Minneapolis to really make an effort to befriend me. And she didn't do it half assed either. Upon barely knowing me she spent a good ten hours or more helping me silk screen all the covers for a book I was working on at the time. Not a task that just screams fun and varied excitement. Also Britney is the kind of friend who I don't feel that i need to be impressing at all times. I never feel the need to be cool or super accommodating around her, which is probably not a score in my favor but people who take you for who you are and don't write you off the first time you are a complete tool (even when you step on and mangle her beloved catchildren's tails by accident) are few and far between and the Sabes is one of them. She also with the patience of a saint gives me artistic advice and puts up with amateur question hour. Also she is funny.
Curtis Square-Briggs is another person who has been a great friend to me recently. Not only is he a really fun guy to talk to and the Font of Knowledge of ALL THINGS. But he is a genuinely solid friend who doesn't dick around and cause shit. The guy is helpful to a fault and always ready for a long quality conversation or two. Another of the few people in the world I don't feel the need to impress, who for whatever reason seems to value my friendship.
These people are the salt of the earth. And I say that in a non hokey sentimental colloquialism sort of way. Just because hallmark has co-opted a saying doesn't mean that we have to roll over and accept it people. Salt of the fucking earth. The human body will die without salt, but has no faculty to create it on its own. Humans have to seek out salt and incorporate it into their diet unless they want their systems to slowly shut down and eventually cease to function. Friendship and camaraderie are exactly the same, there are certain people who salt the earth of our acquaintances and without them we would slip into the introversion of relational friendship shut down. Humans can't manufacture all that they need for healthy psyches. We need others to salt us and complete synaptical circuits that we can't reach on our own. Is this all pretty sappy? Yeah maybe. Most likely. Okay it definitely is. This blog post is the fucking middle of An American Tail when the mice family are calling to each other and missing the connections by mere seconds. Pure sap that rings true, I fucking appreciate these people and want to make sure they know.
So there.
Okay. First off let's start this confessional with the axiom of "Jordan Shiveley is not the best at being a good friend" Because let's face it, I can be very self centered, vain and just straight up assholey. I'm grumpy, moody and sometimes an all around bore. That being said it makes it all the more meaningful that I have very close friends whose friendship I deeply treasure.
Recently I moved away from all of them to Minneapolis. A pretty alienating decision in that I knew one person in the entire area and . . . it's also the Midwestern equivalent of Hoth. But I have been blessed by the group of people I've met up here. I could go on and on about all of them and still accidentally leave people out, people like Sarah Morean, Katt Cochran and Kevin Cannon who have made me feel at home with their friendships . . . but I really want to talk about two people in particular, Brittney Sabo and Curtis Square-Briggs.
Brittney Sabo was one of the first people in Minneapolis to really make an effort to befriend me. And she didn't do it half assed either. Upon barely knowing me she spent a good ten hours or more helping me silk screen all the covers for a book I was working on at the time. Not a task that just screams fun and varied excitement. Also Britney is the kind of friend who I don't feel that i need to be impressing at all times. I never feel the need to be cool or super accommodating around her, which is probably not a score in my favor but people who take you for who you are and don't write you off the first time you are a complete tool (even when you step on and mangle her beloved catchildren's tails by accident) are few and far between and the Sabes is one of them. She also with the patience of a saint gives me artistic advice and puts up with amateur question hour. Also she is funny.
Curtis Square-Briggs is another person who has been a great friend to me recently. Not only is he a really fun guy to talk to and the Font of Knowledge of ALL THINGS. But he is a genuinely solid friend who doesn't dick around and cause shit. The guy is helpful to a fault and always ready for a long quality conversation or two. Another of the few people in the world I don't feel the need to impress, who for whatever reason seems to value my friendship.
These people are the salt of the earth. And I say that in a non hokey sentimental colloquialism sort of way. Just because hallmark has co-opted a saying doesn't mean that we have to roll over and accept it people. Salt of the fucking earth. The human body will die without salt, but has no faculty to create it on its own. Humans have to seek out salt and incorporate it into their diet unless they want their systems to slowly shut down and eventually cease to function. Friendship and camaraderie are exactly the same, there are certain people who salt the earth of our acquaintances and without them we would slip into the introversion of relational friendship shut down. Humans can't manufacture all that they need for healthy psyches. We need others to salt us and complete synaptical circuits that we can't reach on our own. Is this all pretty sappy? Yeah maybe. Most likely. Okay it definitely is. This blog post is the fucking middle of An American Tail when the mice family are calling to each other and missing the connections by mere seconds. Pure sap that rings true, I fucking appreciate these people and want to make sure they know.
So there.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Logo by Dustin Harbin
Just putting this here so i can link it elsewhere but hey look how great Dustin Harbin is, you should HIRE HIM AND PAY HIM MONEY.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Sketches
Here are a few rough drafts of pieces I am working on for a show
Also progress is being made on the SECRET comic project
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
thisisit
He realized that he had become mostly filled with ill will and malice. He would walk home late at night stumbling slightly from the after work drinks and stop to stare at couples dining in restaurant windows. He would stand mere inches from the glass. When they would look up at his unwavering attention he would then mouth "FUCK YOU. FUCK THIS. FUCK YOU" with more than the socially acceptable amount of direct eye contact.
Later in his apartment, surrounded by half read books, he would sit on the couch his head nested down onto his chest and glare at the radiator. This wasn't quite how he had envisioned filling his time. Occasionally he would get up, walk three times around the room stopping to open half filled notebooks before sitting back down. Eventually he slept.
Later in his apartment, surrounded by half read books, he would sit on the couch his head nested down onto his chest and glare at the radiator. This wasn't quite how he had envisioned filling his time. Occasionally he would get up, walk three times around the room stopping to open half filled notebooks before sitting back down. Eventually he slept.
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