Drawing in the Moleskine in some dreary building of dreary people in a dreary mood.
But Kingdom Hearts and the fish toothpick vibe always remains. Regains. Re-sanes.
3/13/16
Reuxben
I know I already talked about a similar experience at Yale, but did I ever tell you about the time I went to Harvard and this one girl decided to go pee right next to me as I was sketching?
I couldn't afford tickets to The Game, so I just sat outside of the stadium sketching up the joint. My cover got blown as a JE '10 guy spotted me and insisted on the whole human interaction thing. Total emo buzzkill. So after he scoots off, and I stop wondering why I can't be more like him, I get back to sketching the stadium grounds from my solitary perch atop an empty staircase facing the busy scene.
Out of the corner of my eye I see a gaggle of Game-goers gathering on the ground floor. This one girl among them seems to be in a serious pickle, based on her antsy body language. She's consulting with the group, and they're all anxiously whipping their heads around, scoping out either a location or for a clear coast. It sinks in. She needs to pee. Bad. As she's frantically weighing her options for where to execute Order Sixty-Sick as privately as possible, she keeps looking in my direction.
To help cleanse the palate, these last few drawings are from after I left the staircase to explore Harvard's version of Old Campus. There was a girl wearing an incredible jacket that reaffirmed that females have cornered the market on aesthetics, a building called Matthews Hall, and what I believe is Prescott Street. 
Even in the brim-packed shopping period sessions of the class (where students may sit in on almost any class to see if they are interested in taking it), I was one of only a handful of males. The final class roster included perhaps three Y chromosomes, one of which decided to drop after the second class. If ever I was in doubt after a couple years of often being one of the only males in a given lichrachur class, I think this was a good sign that dudes don't do Derrida et al.
I learned that not only is the snappy dresser legitimately and extremely talented, but that I also saw her dad at a Master's Tea a couple years prior (his casually comedic abilities are incredible)! For her final project, she showed the class footage of her maybe 5-year-old self telling ramblingly random stories to her mom. She told us she always wanted to be an actress. And now she's breaking out on HBO! Imagine that!
In my comedy history class tonight, F-bombing Roastmaster General Jeffrey Ross visited and told stories from his life and from his excellent book, I Only Roast the Ones I Love.
25 year old writer Nick McDonell came to speak to us in LC today, so I sketched him in my Moleskine while he read some selections.
So that story got me all fired up because I'm working on a couple of things for a couple of people here at Yale, so even if I don't make millions, at least I might play a part in history.
I drew this moleskine sketch during our orientation meeting, first night at summer Yale.
This is a drawing of Professor Gerow, who led that wonderful summer session in Japan, an experience of a lifetime.