New Website!

I just bought my first domain.. and luckily, www.aprilisaac.com was available! Rad, huh? For now I'm going to use wordpress to get it up and working quickly.. and believe it or not, code my very own site myself! So I may go into seclusion for a little while longer just so I can do work and rock my $#%& "Kitty" style. So.. please! Go now and check out my new webby!

www.aprilisaac.com

I look up to the Sky

Every time I feel a need to disconnect.. so that I can reconnect, Sky Gellatly never fails. His blog is one that always transports me to places in my mind that I always seem to forget. And I like it. I like the way it makes me feel- uncomfortable, naive, lost and then found. It's like an instant reset button that reinvigorates me in ways that no other person could. To top it off, I have no idea who he is. I've never seen his face, never felt his energy, and probably never will. Yet, he knows me and he knows he can speak to me, albeit via blog. So here's a little reset button, eh.. blog post from the stimulator himself..

REAL TALK: We don’t kill time, we murder it.

For me, its more like “Them Weekly.” That usage of “US” is far too presumptuous.

How soon is then? We’re never there, actually, we’re always here.

Flash. Photo. Record. Post. Comment. React. Repeat.

LCKNG LTTRS? CNFSNG.

Flying first class is pretty comfortable. Yes, you get to skip the ticket lines at the airport, get free champagne (lots), and your seat reclines like a bed. But, you feel the same turbulence as everyone else—and your baggage comes to you on the same carousel.

Classism is just that: a construct of thought predicated on manufactured superiority.

Supremacy =  preSumacy

Change your ways—while you’re young. Also, Smile—like you mean it.

Engineered authenticity vs. Original Fake = Semantics Matter.

Courage lives beyond time stamps. Championship rings are only relevant until the next whistle blows.

Call shots.

Yes, I’d love to work for you. And half up front is the only way this works. We are meeting in the middle, right?

Do you live for a photo op, or for the opportunity to take a photo?

My dad used to tell me that he saw the world as a big picture “filled with shapes.” So strange: I see the world the same now as well. In this way, I think that perception can be genetic. Well, maybe more a part of who we are than we know. After all, we have souls, right?

Colors run deep, many which we never show to the light of day. After all, our blood is really blue—so we think.

And yes, we all bleed the same. Illegal to Regal.

Create something. Then you’ll have something to stand up for. Conversely, you’ll have something that can stand up for you—when you can’t talk, or aren’t around.

Don’t watch me and don’t watch TV.

You are the company that you keep.

Love and hate. Hate and love. Love to hate. Hate to love. Love. Hate. Late.

Cat and mouse sounds a lot different when it’s rat and kitten.

And yes, I missed you too. Badly.

No ceilings.

Geisha, my deer

This is oil on wood (I believe it's a walnut tree board.) I was listening to the Beatles and Geisha, My Deer popped in my head.. I couldn't think of anything else clever. "Be good to me.."