Iced Cooly

Why hello there! It's nice to see all of you again. How was your summer? Good? Golden. Great!

Well school's up and running again, which means that I have school work that I should be doing. Which of course means that you all will be seeing a LOT of my doodles.

Because I cannot concentrate for too long on anything. We are the MTV generation after all. I need quick cuts between shots. In my films, and my life.

Couple song lyrics added to these btw. Bonus points for those who can accurately name the artists involved.
Bio 130: Animal Behavior. Science credits for those who need them, but don't need a difficult course. Even mix between freshmen and seniors I do believe.

But hey, lecture notes make for the best possible doodle times.

This drawing reminded me a bit of Daria. Thus the lyrics. (I know I just gave away the answer to one...that's a freebie).
Soc 312. On the first day we spent an hour and a half going over the syllabus. No words of any kind were written down in my notebook.
No words, just emotions...and Batman. My favorite of the supers. Read "Death of the Innocents" at some point if you get a chance. A comic in which Batman takes on land mines. Superman did the same and they actually had to pull the comic, because of an increase of child fatalities due to land mines.

Meaning that children actually died because they believed that Superman would fly in and save them.

Moving on...
Law and Lit. The class I scrambled around and settled on after one of my 4 credit classes was canceled for the term on the first day of classes. All we have to do is listen to the ramblings of cranky grandpa professor. Very smart, very long winded.
Same class, same day. He has a LOT of stories.
I like simplified figures. For one, they're easier (by far) to draw. For two, they're more fun (by far) to draw.
So many drawings, I can't be bothered to come with tags for some of these. All bio notes from here on out I think.
Well there you have it! I find myself losing steam so....

Peace!

Do you know what that's worth? Ohh Heaven is a place on earth.

Lets see, what to say about today? Well its hot, its beautiful, I'm finished with my PoliSci final/Class. I am about to turn in my taxes (late, I do realize this). I am splayed out listening toSuper Mash Bros, drinking a Sacred Cow IPA from ABC, with the windows of my apartment open.

Life, at this moment, is just grand.

And do I have things for you today!

There are a few things here that I love so much. First up, those of you who have seen me since August should recognize the little birdie in the corner. Since I'm left handed its something that I notice whenever I'm writing. So naturally I incorporate it into my doodles from time to time.

I just think its so pretty.

For those of you who haven't seen me in that amount of time, this little birdie is inked on my wrist. I adore it.

This came out of my Histart notes. Well, technically its from the back of a handout that we got. The ibex is something that I've been drawing a LOT for the project I'm working on for the class. Everything else is off the cuff.

And guess what? There might just be a very special guest contributor soon. Are you excited? You should be.

Enjoy your respective evenings. I'm hoping each and every one is magical and memorable. Think: the foxes' date in the animated Robin Hood.

And those of you who don't get that reference, I am so sorry.

The clock on the wall reads a quarter past midnight

Stressful week all over the place. I'm mostly spending my drawing time working on this coloring book project that's due fairly soon. Its hard to draw when my heart's just not in it, but oh well, its better than a paper.

These would be pages of notes from my earlier HistArt class. Plus one small add-on from my study session for my PoliSci final.
Finals?? Yes FINALS. My life has taken a tailspin into the depths of utter hopelessness. If more posts happen between now and the 26th I would be shocked with my utter awesomeness and ability to multitask.
Some analysis: I've been drawing a lot of superheros lately, but for the most part when I draw them they're kind of pathetic characters. On the other hand when I'm drawing inspired by someone I know, the image is a little more-for lack of a better term-heroic. I feel like this is an off shoot of my mood around finals, but right now I find the idea of normal people rising to the challenge of everyday life is so much more interesting and difficult than something you would read in marvel.

Yeah, It would be difficult to battle an intergalactic horde (for instance), but not so much when you have super strength, speed, and an array of gadgets at your disposal.

In latin, the preposition super-/supra- translates to "above", thus Superman translates to "Above Man" (In Catch-22 there's a line about being a Supraman that I just love). What makes him so special? I mean, besides all the powers he was born with.

In the fight against good and evil at least there's a clear distinction. You're fighting the good fight+you have a cape=you will win.

When you're taking a Final there is no assured outcome. All the studying in the world may not make a difference. You're tired, stressed, you lack x-ray vision, or the ability to turn invisible. You could wear a cape, but that might just make things more difficult for yourself. You just have to study and hope for the best.

My conclusion: Superheros have it easy. Also, being normal sucks hard.

I'd also like to add that I haven't had much sleep this week so I know I'm all over the place on this one. My bad.

You know its time that we grew old and did some shit. I like it all that way.

Yeah I've got a lot today. It was another day full of random thoughts and an idle mind. Which, as we all know, gathers far too much moss.
But enough of these mixed metaphors. Lets get into the meat and potatoes of what we find before us. Check out all the stuff man!
I'm writing this, sadly, during the time that I should be watching Broken Social Scene. Instead I find myself here, putting off my homework, and blogging. Why? Well because one of the band mates got sick. I wish him well. At the same time I curse him for getting ill. Has he no pride in his musical professionalism?
I'm just listening to their albums now. Listening to albums and wiping away heartbroken tears on my keyboard. It's getting hard to continue typing like this.

This is how I expect Nirvana comes to most people. At least all those who seek it. There is only calm, and then, with a flash like hot bacon grease splashed in your face, there is enlightenment.

Joy to the Fishes in the Deep Blue Sea, Joy to You and Me!

And I do mean that. And Gents. The story behind this one being that I was working with a slightly odious man who treats women the way that most slightly feminist college students would object to. Especially the women working out around them. The Y is not really a single mixer, unless you are two men in the steam room. I've read enough Craigslist postings to this effect.

In short, I really dislike this person. I also don't think I'm all that subtle about this, as I was drawing this as he was complaining about both his ex-wife and his current girlfriend in the same breath.
But lets move on to something else. Like the superhero gal here?? Yeah, this would be my lovely and bad-ass friend Megan, who really is like a superhero. I am continually so blown away by how hard she is in everything she does. Plus she has a perfect figure for a spandex bodysuit: Gal's got legs for days.

The naked lady is a sort of off-shoot from a Woody Allen piece which can be found in The Insanity Defense, which I would highly recommend for anyone who wishes to remain not lame.

Then we have "Joy to the World", which I remember was a constant in my childhood home. I also love the name Jeremiah for a boy. I have yet to meet a living person with that name, but if I have kids Jeremiah will be up there on the list of possible names.

"Up there" as in: it will be in the #1 spot.

Here's a fun fact: Toxoplasma-a parasite that is found in rats-can only breed within cats, so it releases some sort of chemical that makes cat urine attractive to rats. The rats go to the urine, get eaten, and the parasites are happy.

It also gets into humans. Thus explaining the crazy cat ladies. It also may cause schizophrenia (maybe), and also is linked to an increased risk of dying in car accidents.

Lets take a second and absorb how amazing this is. And by amazing I mean bizarre and slightly unsettling. But interesting and bizarre and slightly unsettling. This world is so very interesting.

Oh, and Happy Easter all you young so-and-sos out there. I personally believe that any holiday, whether you believe in it or not, is worth celebrating if marshmellow treats shaped like chicks and covered in colored sugar are involved. Thats my philosophy anyways.

I said, "I'll make you smile for the simple fact I'm good at it. I'll make you smile just so I can sit and look at it."

I had two hours in between class and work. The fruits of these two hours was Ice Cream, Sun Bathing, and this little wonder. If you magnify it you can read about the hidden dreams, and deep struggles of some of these animated characters. I realize that some of these are cut off...well my paper is slightly bigger than my scanner. Alas.

Sun is shining in the sky. There ain't a cloud in sight. Its stopped raining, everybody's in a play and doncha know? It's a beautiful new day! Hey Hey

HistArt 481 notes. Of course. So I'm posting during a break in my day while listening to Dan Savage's Savage Love Cast. It's a little challenging, to be honest, to write while listening to one of the most entertaining sex advice blogs cum podcast (and yes, I did knowingly make that joke) I've ever had the good fortune to stumble across. However, I am powering through. Because you're worth it, dear reader.
Its another very beautiful day in Ann Arbor. The sun is shinning, the birds are tweeting, and the bicycles are a-wheeling. I hope everyone in the area has some quality frolicking time today. Preferably in some sort of field.

Ahhh spring, when young man's fancy turns to love. At least, thats what I've been told. As someone who has had the good fortune of being a girl all her life, I wouldn't know firsthand. To all you young men out there, I hope that your objects of fancy are worthy of your forthcoming love.

And for aalllll the ladies out there. Enjoy all the sweet, sweet loving.

Cause hey, it's spring. So it WILL be happening. That's a fact.

I want the world, I want the whole world. I want to wrap it up tight in my pocket. Its my bar of chocolate!

First Guest Post! Are you excited? I certainly am. Those of you who eat at Monahan's in Kerrytown know that they boast some of the best frenchfries in the territory. Also, some of the coolest foodie employees. However, you may not know that Mike Monahan (yes, the owner) is quite an artist. His little doodles appear on boxes all over the basement of Kerrytown. It's always a little treat to see them. I salvaged this from a box due for recycling.
The rest of this is the result of an hour or so of doodleing after work today. Did it feel good? You betcha!

Happy Sunday night y'all!

Baby take off your cool, I wanna see you, I wanna see you.

Today is lovely. Sadly, even though the sun is out I still have school. Lots of school. I've got one more class and after that I'm going to bury myself in studying for my two midterms. Thank you UofM. I love you too.

So these, then, are my Histart 481 and Soc 102 notes. You may be able to tell that the sun has made me loopy. If you close-up on the pages you will be able to read the written elements of these doodles, which are pretty extensive. My favorite of today? Without a doubt the Granny Lady and Wolf ensemble (seen above). I took great joy in that. I think more fairy tale themes will probably follow.
Soc 102 I was a little late for because I needed to make a Comet Coffee run. Ann Arborites, you must check out this place. Its in Nickels Arcade. Yes, yes the coffee is fantastic, the setting is cute, and the pastries are flaky and buttery, but thats not the reason that I'm making this suggestion. Its more so that you can check out the delightful pen drawings of fellow Ace Deuce dweller Ben Saginaw that pepper the place. Next time I see him Ill see if I can get him to guest contribute a doodle.

I might just have plans to expand this blog. Anyone who would like me to scan in a little piece of their talent should contact me in anyway possible. Carrier Pigeon delivery is preferred.

And this one? I don't even know what to say with this one...I will say that it is a faithful depiction of the salad I later ate for lunch, minus the business with the banana.

Love, peace, banana,

Jordan

You're a pretty human being. This living it ain't easy.

A whole lotta little nothings today. Little nothings culled from earlier notes in the week. As I am weak. From lack of sleep. Happy Daylight Savings Time Day by the way. And Pi Day. Fact: This is the only year in your lifetime that these two amazing holidays will fall on the same day.

Did I make that up? Maybe. Should you celebrate this occasion anyways? Depends how much you like pie. Pie and waking up an hour earlier in the morning. If that's the kind of party that you're into I say celebrations should ensue.

Yesterday my friend David showed me a tattoo that he got through a service one local place puts on called "What you get is what you get", wherein one pays $50 in order to reach into a box and blindly draw out tattoo images. If you absolutely hate the one you pull, you pay another $10 to draw another and then chose between the two of those. You will not get your money back if you decide against those two choices. Otherwise you must get whatever you draw tattooed on you (if you don't want to walk away un-inked and minus $60, that is). He now has a large bloody cross on his leg. His friend he went with has a pig.

Which--as anyone who has talked to me in the last 15 hours will know--I find incredibly cool. Not because I would do it. I'm happy with just the one tattoo. I'm more interested in the kind of person who would have the good humor and easy attitude to let something like a tattoo be up in the air like that. And the joke of willingly getting a bad tattoo done is just too good.

In short, I want to be that.

But since I'm not willing to get tattooed in so slap-dash a fashion, I could never actually ever be as cool as David. But I mean, I don't think I'd ever beat him in a cool-ness contest. He lights things on fire for a JOB.

All I can do is stare...back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare.

First post in a while. Don't worry, I brushed the cobwebs off this thing before I sent it out for all you fine people to look at.

First up we have HistArt 481, where my time is mostly spent drawing. However, I have been making a conscience effort to take more notes. I am very impressed actually with how much I end up writing down in that class. How much I retain is another story all together.

Inspirations? The lion boy can be traced back to graffiti artist EDNA, whose style I adore and have fed off of for years. Other than that I was goofing off. The bird fish thing for example came out of nothing so much as drawing shapes and shading. Which is fun with pen.
This one's a paper I've been filling up randomly. Still doodling though (do not worry, I am not tricking you into looking at legitimate works. Those you shall never see, unless you ask nicely). I think most of this I did while on the phone.

Confession: talking on the phone makes me really nervous. I must either pace or draw while doing it or else I'm a lost awkward mess.

If I could create a pet. It would be that little thing there. Just sayin'.

Making her income and then some, cause even a wedding band wont stop a man who wanna spend some

Currently sitting in Starbucks (what a cliché...blogging in Starbucks) wearing a Sweetwaters shirt. I might be roughed up by the employees here as I attempt to leave.

So this is an older doodle but I kinda just want to share it with the world as it's so entirely random. Which is the way I function most of the time.

This is a snippit of a larger page-o-drawings, however I could not scan the whole thing as it also includes some attempts at poetry that I don't want to share with the world. Unfortunately, it kinda snakes through the drawing, so I was really limited in what I could scan from the larger work. Oh its also unfinished. Take that!

In other news, I'm really, truly, and pervasively exhausted. I'm very far from being a functional human being today, which is sad because I have (in the poignant words of someone or other from Tool Academy 2) "shit to attend to". Im not sure how much this is coming through in writing, but if you talk to me today you will see exactly what I mean. Its not good.

What else? Well the bugs have been killed. Quickly and without mercy by a really friendly exterminator. I came back to the apartment to lock it up after he finished and he let me come in (as long as I didn't touch anything) and showed me the contaminated mattress, being sure to point out the bugs that were crawling out of it to die, which effectively satisfied my morbid curiosity about the whole thing. He was also married to a beauty pageant coordinator, which means that he works the pageant beat on the weekends, traveling all over the United States.

I was expecting something more akin to the exterminator/alien from MIB to be honest. People are so interesting.

A white blank page, and a swelling rage

Hello lovers. Im not going to talk about the doodles. I will let the doodles speak for themselves today. I think they shout out pretty loudly. What was I thinking about today? Thats right intrepid readers: facial hair. We got 'staches and beards coming out the wazoo. I not only drew them in class, I also drew them at work (if its still up check the tip jar at Sweetwaters to see more of my wonderful mustachioed work). And guess what? If I was a man than I would be rocking something similar to the over-sexed man pictured above.

Of course he's over sexed. He has a sexy-ass mustache!

Lets move on from this overly stimulating topic of conversation.

Im listening to This American Life right now, #401 Parent Trap, and one story was just about a mom trapping two people into going to a brunch they didn't want to go to by lying to each of them saying that the other person wanted to go to a brunch. And then they found out talking to each other that both of them did not want to be there. And this reminded me of my grandma Tutu.

My cousin Sarah and I were in Chautauqua a long time ago, but we were not hanging out, even though we were in the same place. Which apparently Tutu did not like. She resolved this problem by calling me and telling me that Sarah really wanted to see a film called "The bread my sweet" and would I go with her? She apparently said the same thing to Sarah.

The movie was the worst thing ever. Never see it. Don't even look it up. I have already wasted more of my life than I should have thinking about this film in the writing of this.

So after the film we were complaining about it and realized that we had been tricked by our sweet librarian grandmother into hanging out.

The moral of the story? Don't ever trust your grandma. Moral # 2: Don't ever see a film called "The Bread my Sweet". Just dont do it.
I was in Toronto a couple of weeks ago and saw the group Mumford & Sons preform in a smaller venue. Besides from being the most sweaty musical group I have ever had the pleasure of watching preform, they were also the most grounded and amusing. The lead singer at one point said something along the lines of "you know when you see all these people here your start to think 'Ive got so many things to say, so much to give' and really I don't" He was about to spout some wisdom, and checked himself.

Which made me love him.

Im feeling a little like that in the writing of this thing. Yeah I've got stuff to say. But its anyones guess how interesting what Im writing ACTUALLY is. I have no clue. Im clouded by the assumption that everything I do is pretty awesome.

Its a super human thing

Hey y'all. Guess what? This is an old one. I got lazy. Plus I dont have class today so how, I ask you, can I be expected to doodle anything? Use your brains. Its impossible. Thats a fact.

So here it is, short and sweet. I have so many thoughts to share but right now all I can think about is sleep. Sleep and what I would use the power of flight for. I'm thinking I'd ferry illegal immigrants across the border...or drug running...or both.

So I guess Im erring on the side of evil. At least according to the US government.

This is coming out of a conversation earlier about flight vs. invisibility. My boyfriend also chose flight. Although I'm thinking he would use his powers for good. I'm envisioning some Captain Planet related crusade on his part. I don't know, there's something so seductive about breaking rules. Also making money. Put the two together and you have a super evil bonanza. And that, my friends, is all I'm every really looking for out of life.

What, you may ask, does this have to do with my drawing? Absolutely nothing. The drawing came through my love of beards, sparklers, and men. Naturally this guy was born. I'm calling him Hank. He looks like a Hank to me.