Books

I went for a walk last night... it could have been for many reasons but in all reality it was because my room was too hot, filled with a few french people, there was lots of wii... which I've sort of become bitter against after playing with a very competitive Benoit.

As I walked I couldn't help but take in the people around me, as always really. This is something that I sort of enjoy in my daily routine, although I've begun to notice how perhaps it's a bit more of an oddity to take such close not of the people around me, as I've begun to question and share my observations with Benoit. I may ask him what he thought about one person, or did you notice "blah blah blah." Inevitably every time he hasn't and coins it up to me being a fruity artist. Although I'd like to think it's just because I'm observant but I guess being an artist has something to do with.

I found myself in a book store, a good place to be considering I just finished another book this summer. Going into the store I wasn't sure what I was looking for... Walking around I couldn't help but make many stops and continued to look at different covers or brief quotes inside some of the books. I really like books... I don't really know why... probably something to do with a subconscious Myst fascination but I've always liked books. While I do read some, I'm not as heavy a reader as some I think.

It's funny how sometimes a book can remind you of people. I inevitably ended up in the art section, (I wonder why) and I couldn't help but take in as much as I could. At first I picked up a book with all old photography and mainly photography of Western Native Americans, and I couldn't help but think of the adventures I've had with my Parents in Arizona. I found another book about business card design, and thought of Ken Howell who spent so much time trying to help me with mine. Then I found another book, with a picture of a young girl's face (who was obviously from a third world nation). I was drawn to the book and began flipping through, pages upon pages of child's faces from impoverished areas. Looking into their eyes and seeing their faces, they were so familiar to me... and in that moment I was brought back to Africa. I can remember it as clear as day sometimes, and one of my brightest memories is of their smiling faces. I had to hold back a tear, a feeling of remorse and a feeling of regret of having to leave the EMC behind. I couldn't help but think of Ann and their continued mission. I never could shake the feeling I was doing some real good there. Seeing some of their latest art too makes me feel jealous of not being among them still. If you haven't checked out their blog, be sure to do so.

Anyways I had to continue on my journey, and I stumbled upon this cover...

I couldn't help but be immediately intrigued... I've read a few pages thus far and so far it's really good. It's sort of fun in a first person perspective of this 12 year old boy who is trying to figure out the world around him. He continues to have side comments about most of his thoughts, which might make it feel like his thoughts are scattered and all over the place... but I really enjoy it. Sort of feels familiar =P

Anyways lunch break is over... back to work!