I know, I know. its been FOREVER. whatever, get over it. not like i don’t know who my readers are. and seriously, is there anything here you can’t get from just talking to me on FB or AIM. haha. regardless, this is kinda therapeutic.

So, my little brother is on lock down. He’s at a facility for young kids getting there life back on track. I can only wish him the best. He writes every week. Always the same letter. “I miss you guys.” “I’m lonely.” “i hate it here.” It’s hard to satay positive for him without sounding like a broken record. But I’ll keep doing what i can to help him.

On the personal front, not much has changed. I’m still the same ol’ jon.C. Nothing spectacular there. I do have a little something to show you before we go though. Its just a little something I did a few days ago out of the blue. I think this is the beginning of an ongoing sketch series inspired by a few romantic comedies and dramas i’ve seen over the past few months, including Love in the Time of Cholera, Appaloosa [I know, its a western, but there's a love story there], among others. click the image to view full page.

Simply because I can…

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Most of us all know what it feels like to mess up. We’ve all made a decision, at least once, that, once final, is immediately recognized as a life changing mistake. Had you come to that realization maybe 3 hours earlier, the story would be different. It would be a story you tell at BBQ’s with friends or family dinners. Instead, you went ahead and made a fool of yourself. Half the time, you can take solace in the fact that you were the only fool, however lonely that may feel. Sure it was a stupid mistake, but no one was hurt in the process.

There are, however, instances in which the innocent are the victims- and it was your mistake that brought them suffering. I have made one such mistake. Not my first of this kind, but certainly of the largest scale, by far. How I wish I could take this burden from them. After all, the bottom line remains clear: I brought them into this mess. Of course reason would say that they had a choice too; that, although it was at my urging, they made a costly mistake as well. But I cannot escape the bare truth: it was I that lead them to disaster.

How does one resolve such a situation? When you have completely changed the landscape of someones future, and you are powerless to fix it, how do you make amends? Words don’t rebuild lives.

this blew my mind. animated video done entirely in sidewalk chalk on a street. wow. talk about patience.

Yeah… so its been awhile… again.time to play catch up.

I went to Berkeley for a week during my 3 week summer break. never before have i enjoyed sleeping so much. of course the sole reason for my trip was the wonderful Chazi. she took me to SF, where we rode the ferry to Sausalito and toured the Dr. Suess art gallery, napped in the park under a crystal clear blue sky, and watched as the Bay area’s signature fog enveloped the island just as we were leaving.

the adventure continued at the Rose Garden with Casey the English major and Isa the “Film Studies major” [who i believe was a flower in her past life] as we blew bubbles, laid beneath big trees, doodled on benches with sidewalk chalk, and the conquered the Concrete Slide [Casey is nut-so for going down head first haha]. i was reminded that day that a clear blue sky viewed thru the breaks in the sunlit leaves of green was among life’s many simple masterpieces.

the Berkeley foothill had much to offer. from the $5 pizza at Fat Slice, to the $10 junk and jewelery hawked by the bums and “Buddhists” on Telegraph, even the iTunes-sized library of music on file at Rasputin’s, there is something for everyone. I’m sure one day I’ll try to soak it all in. no doubt it would be easier if my mind wasn’t preoccupied with one Chazi. it amazed me to find that an hour in her company could change the complexion of an entire day. from her silly mannerisms and habits [like rambling on and on at the speed of light about stick bugs and biology] to little things she does that make me smile [like squeezing my hand at random moments while we walk down the street], she is seems to define happiness with her existence.

not sure where this train is going. but i know i’m enjoying the ride.

07.07.09… this is real baby-makin’ music.

i just took a quick glance at my recent posts and i noticed a horrible trend: they say absolutely nothing. horrible, right?!

well i think its time for that to change. its been awhile since i posted ANYTHING, let alone something with a purpose. so lets catch up:

The past month has been… hectic. between, school, work, trying to vacation, and a juvenile delinquent sibling, days- sometimes weeks- go by in a blur. so rather than go thru all of it chronologically, i’ll just deal with each category individually. yeah? ok…

School… im taking 4 classes. 16 credits. Color Theory. Speech & Communication. 3D Modeling. and Observational Drawing. i hate all of ‘em with exception to my Speech. the only exciting thing about this qrt is th eSketchbook throwdown i bought into [20 bucks] that ends in a few weeks. 50 pages in a sketchbook. best book takes the pot. pretty simple right? its forcing me to step my game up. i like it.

Work… same ol’ same old. not enough hours but im gettin some paper here and there. enough for me to go to Santa Barbara and San Diego, each for a weekend.

Drove down to SB with my homie Haydee :] yeah she’s the shit haha. met up with some old friend of mine, Bri aka B.How and had a great time. good times hahaha.

now THAT was fun. didnt take many pics but i did get a few with my homie Skooter. hadn’t seen him in over a year. got to see NERD rock to show. nearly got trampled up in the front rows. fought off a mosh-pit. fell in love with Patron Orange haha. and boogied on the board with the dude [pause], Rob [pictured above haha]. not to mention dominated in 2 0n 2 ball with my boy Taylor haha.

Which brings me to the less memorable portion of my absense from the blog: my kid brother. he’s been in and out of trouble since the school year started. and now he’s on 30 days house arrest. he has yet to comply with one day of it. tried to hit my mom. tried. tried to hit me. tried. tried to get the older boys in his crew to jump me at my own fuckin’ house. TRIED. i called the cops on ‘em. i am no idiot. no need in me screwin up my life over some dumb shit.

so now, lil bro is on zero tolerance. any hiccups and he’s off to juvie for a year. he can’t even breathe with an attitude. hopefully, he changes his ac. cuz the dirrection he’s going in leads to 2 places. in a cell or in a box. he calls himself a member of the Rollin’ 60’s Crips. thinks he’s from the hood. the closest that boy has been to ANY hood is Garfield & Mountain Ave in Pasadena, CA. he was 3. couldnt even play outside without me watchin him. but he’s a gangsta, wanting to harm the only 2 ppl who have been there for him and gone to bat for him since day one. rather than show some gratitude, he glorifies his child molesting father in prison serving 54 years, without possibility of parole. THAT’s his idol… i dont get it. probably never will.

well lets not end this on a downer… go grab this. click the pic.

First off… no. they are not in the same video. they do not have a song together… ok.

Asher puts up some dope visuals to go with his cut featuring Cee-Lo, off Asleep in the Bread Aisle [if you don't have a copy... get one!]. this happens to be one of, if not THE best joint on the album, imo. and the video is up there as one of the best i’ve seen so far this year.

Kanye releases his [stunning] visuals for Amazing ft. Mr. Ad-lib aka Young Jeezy. after the jump.

took awhile… but i’m happy with the end result. although, in retrospect, i would have used Herc’s mace rather than his club. seem’s a bit more fair that way.

for those of  you who are aware of the “sibling” rivalry between the God of War and his half-brother, the Incredible Hercules, you all know that Herc manages to win every confrontation they have. well, personally, i dont exactly agree with that outcome. i mean… he’s the fuckin’ GOD of war, not the Really Strong Dude of war. so here is my scenario. and it ends with Zues calling for an end to the fight just as Ares is about to deliver the fatal blow.

but wait jon… isnt that usually how these things go?

not in my story… cuz badass Ares decides that pop isn’t runnin’ the show anymore… and lops off Herc’s head to prove it. of course, Zues willl ressurect his son, and most likely banish Ares from Olympus. like he cares. He here’s Norman Osbourn has need for a god on his Dark Avengers roster.

color version coming sonn, courtesy of Scott Havrisik.

Words cannot express how excited I am for this film. this was is will forever be one of my favorite stories. period.