i get so excited by art that i really enjoy and connect with. there are so many people in the world that consider themselves artists or painters or poets, and out of the hundreds of thousands of those, how many of them have any similar slant on the world as i do? what are the odds that how they see and then turn around and present things will really say a single thing that means anything to me? i feel those odds are small. so when i see something with a style and a story and a sentiment that reaches me, i get really excited. and tonight i went to see the senior art show for three guys here at my school, one of whom i knew already, and i really felt inspired. the pieces were skillful and right in line with my tastes, and it gave me one of those thank heaven for artists moments.

too bad there’s no money in it, huh.

oh, that’s just a bit of business student sarcasm there, don’t worry.

[now hearing this: my morning jacket – at dawn]