The context for my indecision? "Stuff White People Like," a book/blog by Christian Lander that defines and catalogs "the unique taste of millions." I have slowly been losing my ability to laugh at the book in a non-ironic way (irony, by the way, is #50 on the list), and I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it. Just this week I've attended an Oscar party, subscribed to an Onion-like news blog (actually worth a look, btw), and proclaimed aloud that Uruguayans don't wear flip-flops. What kind of crackpot claim is that? I don't even know.
What's next? Study abroad, traveling, delighting in being the only white person around, watching Wes Anderson movies on the plane? And what if, someday soon, I'm able to clear an entire "White Person Travel Bingo" board by simply looking in the mirror? I'm not convinced this is a downward spiral, my friends, but a spiral nonetheless. And I'm dizzy.
So, I spent about 10 minutes (or 5 minutes, but it's safe to say entirely too long) in front of the shelf of "legendary" moleskine notebooks contemplating all of this. Just as I began to ponder the sociological implications of my own internal conflict, I thought "this is stupid," and plucked a pack of three plain notebooks from the shelf.
I've decided to start drawing again. Nothing fancy, just an object/figure study now and then, but enough to get back into the habit. A few weeks ago, somebody suggested that I try to draw something I see in Uruguay each day, and the idea stuck. Here's the inaugural 5-minute sketch I did last night. Seems only too appropriate for a girl heading to such a sunny place.
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