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Misplaced Archetype, Blithely Unaware of Circumstances

Dan Matthews didn’t think much before, or at least liked to think that he didn’t think much (although he sometimes took notice of how he was thinking about how little he thought, and that frustrated him), but just yesterday, a day that started like most other days, Dan Matthews got an exceptional amount of thinking done. Today, still thinking to an exceptional degree, he’s thinking that perhaps he’s more of a thinker than he ever thought. But now he’s scared—about the thing that got him thinking with such frequency and of the alarming rate at which he currently thinks. That he could be so scared of both that thing and of all this thinking he’s doing has got him scared to the hollows of his every bone, marrow opting to produce fear rather than the requisite blood cells. He pauses to ask himself what’s so wrong with thinking. And he can’t answer. He can’t answer his own question. He’s scared of that, he’s pretty sure that’s never happened before. He needs a glass of water, maybe even a cold beer (he doesn’t really like beer, but thinks that other people, or maybe just other guys, if they were in this situation, if they couldn’t answer their own question, they would probably drink a cold beer right now), but all of his glasses are in the dishwasher, and because he doesn’t particularly enjoy the taste of beer, there are no cold beers in his fridge. He gets even more scared. Why the hell are all my glasses in the dishwasher he wonders. There’s no answer to that question either, although he suspects it has something to do with his girlfriend, thinking, or the thing he’s currently most afraid of: the size of a certain child’s head.

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Over the course of many months, I spent almost 50 hours retouching the above photograph. It's one of about 80 Polaroids I took during my time in Japan, all of which have been painfully neglected, stuffed inside a small and disheveled cardboard box. Each day they fade and accumulate scratches, and soon I'll forget what they were ever supposed to represent.

I've retouched two.

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Most of my time has been dedicated to making my band a more distinct reality. After experiencing numerous delays because of location, time, logistics, and differing levels of ambition, we've finally reached some stability (though not without losing a member).

We practice at least 4 times a week and aim to have a 9-song album written in time for a hopeful tour in the Spring. We're still missing some key components (vocals, a drummer for live performances), but we're all feeling really positive that this is something we can achieve, even amidst our various "real-world" obligations.

A few weeks ago I got to see a friend of mine that I met in Japan, Wes, as he performed at the Middle East with his band Ra Ra Riot. They've been getting bigtime indiekid-love pretty much since they started and it's always awesome to see someone you know succeed doing something they love. We didn't really get to shoot the shit or anything because of the overwhelming loud sound system, but we communicated through a system of intricate hand gestures about the potential for a Walter Meego/Discovery Collabo.

Anyway, I bring it up because I figure if that goofball can make it big, I got it in the bag, brah.