Temple

I have been in Temple these past two days, reflecting on this past year, which is what one tends to do when approaching a New Year.  I thought about what I had accomplished and all of the thousands of things I have yet to do.  I recalled great adventures I had with friends, and new concerts on my list.  I started to think about where I wanted to go to college, and was forced back to the cold reality of the fact that the SAT's are still looming.  I remembered that I never thank my family for all their help and support and made a mental note to do that........

The New Year is a time to celebrate, be thankful, and decide who you want to be for the year going forward.

STAC is a place where each new year should always be different, interesting and fresh.  I want to, no, I intend to write, film, act and edit.  If it all works perfectly then next year my list will be shorter, but, we all know that nothing is perfect and its all about the journey.

Missing Van Gogh

I read the attached article today about a missing Van Gogh that was found. The funny thing, however, was not that it was found, in an attic, but why it was missing for so long. A man purchased this painting, was then told it was a fake, and was so embarrassed that he shoved it in his attic for 6 decades.  It's a good thing the owner did not have an anger problem, otherwise he would have thrown it in the garbage!  The funnier thing was that this painting was not brought to be appraised once (when they got it wrong) but twice (where this reputable auction house got it wrong again). Imagine the surprise which would have been on the owners  face after being told, "Hey dude, you know that painting that we said was a fake, well we got it wrong.  Seems that the artist's style of painting, what's that name again, the ear guy, oh yea, Van Gogh, was different.  He was like in some transition.  Anyway with x rays and paint tests we can tell its like, real, and well, like sorry dude.  But look man, it's worth money now and you had good taste.  What, you look pissed.  So, we got it wrong.  Ok, we got it wrong twice.  What's the harm?  You never had to insure it and your ex wives didn't get it in any divorce settlements.  What, too personal?  Man, let's try this.  You preserved history in your attic!"  Got any Rembrants up there?


http://www.newsday.com/news/world/long-lost-painting-by-van-gogh-is-identified-1.6035269

artist's bio/lost lyrics

Yes, it is me. I am back after a long summer vacation in which you will all hear about later. So let's begin this year with my ARTIST bio:

Austin Katz is a writer. He was born in New York, NY on April 11, 1997.  His current projects include  the Highland's "Potato" and STAC's "Inside The Starving Artist".  His passion to write developed at an early age but notoriety started with his short story entitled "Jigglypuff, the Most Ferocious of the Pokemon". He was also recently published in OPUS 2013 for his short story entitled "Charlie Brown" . His passion for writing has evolved into screen plays and film writing. One of Austin's goals this year is to make a film this year. He has tried to make films last year but his attempts were, for the most part, unsuccessful, and he hopes with the right guidance he can improve and make his own feature length film.  He has also recently expanded his writing to include works about nature as a result of his most recent adventures in Hawaii during the summer of 2013.  Nature and ukulele playing are common themes in his most recent works.

As an beginner ukulele player, he wants to try to learn a lot of new songs by the end of the year and to become better by strumming chords faster. He also wants to learn how to read the sheet music for ukulele and write his own songs to play for others.

Austin has been practicing his writing ever since he was 12 years old, however, has only recently developed a clever and somewhat sarcastic style, which evolved as a result of his membership into the   gifted artists program called STAC. Ever since he joined this program, his writing has become more polished and real. Austin's inspiration comes from all aspects of his life, as well as his teachers, friends, and the music and art around him. In his past time when he is not writing, he is improving his business skills, listening to music, running, talking to his friends, playing video games (another form of art) or studying for his other classes that he attends as a high school student. Austin is looking forward toward the future and wants to graduate high school. Austin's influences are Batman, Pokemon, Deadpool, Kick-Ass, How I Met Your Mother and the people who he meets every day.

Them Heavy People lost lyrics

Them heavy people teach me, they teach me words and life

We learn from the past so to shape our future knowing

I will never make the mistakes again, learning, growing and learning some more

Becoming stronger and stronger each day

Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot
Them heavy people, help me
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me

A Moveable Feast

I read a Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway. It was unlike any book I had read before. For starters, it is the first book of a random collection of memoirs that I have read. Upon reading this book I realize a few things.   One thing that I noticed was that Hemingway uses a unique style of writing. He uses description in such a way that he is giving you no details and yet all of the details you need at the same time. He describes iParis in the 1920s. It is similar to Paris today, (ie bakeries, snobby frenchmen) but different in the respect that there was an art boom and artist everywhere filled the streets. There were more parks and less tall buildings. Another thing I noticed in the book is it seems that every novelist from the 1920s is somehow connected. I seriously think there was a secret writers society going on because they seem to have a tight interwoven click. I liked this book and would consider trying to write more like Hemingway. I would recommend this book to anyone who likes stories about a writer in paris during the 1920s. I did!.......

life and sandwiches

I had a revelation:   life is like a sandwich. The bread is always certain, you are born and you die the beginning and end of the sandwich. The interesting part of my revelation is the inside of the sandwhich. Your life is the miscellaneous inside of the sandwhich. It is what you make it to be. It can be an exciting turkey ham cheese cookie sandwich or a boring vegitarian. The choice is yours, in the sandwich of life. That is all........

my day

Today, for the majority of it anyway, I thought about flying kites. I must be a descendant of Ben Franklin because it was pouring rain, etc..  Undaunted by his minor detail, I continued to think that kites would look good in the air soaring in the breeze. The kite could be either a diamond or a dragon, I couldn't decide. My kite would soar above the trees so as not to not get stuck. I would fly my kite for hours......Boy,  I daydream a lot.

milk

I like milk because it is white.
White is a good color because it reminds me of bread.
Bread fills me up with food like a book fills me with knowledge.
Knowledge separates us from animals.
I like to eat animals because they taste good.
Flavor is a sensation like sadness.
Sadness brings tears.
Tears are salty like fish.
 Fish swims in water.
Water is wet and you should not get computers wet.
So in short milk reminds me of computers.