The Jedi mind trick would come in pretty handy right about now.

I'm taking a little break from rearranging our bedroom at the moment, so I thought I'd do a bit of blogging. You see, Betsy and I thought that, since we've cleared away so much clutter (with much more yet to clear away) in the hopes of enhancing our spirituality, we would also enhance the aesthetics of our bedroom. Several years ago we painted it a shade of blue that neither of us really liked very much. Then we picked out some dark red drapes and a bedspread with a great deal of cream in it, so now our bedroom looks like an interior-decorating colonial patriot attacked while we weren't paying attention.

We need to do some serious design repairs. That is pretty much where we stop agreeing. She wants to do a dirty, graffiti-style, which I would normally be all about, except for the fact that my super-minimalist attitude as of late has lead me to be very interested in the sterile and antiseptic world of corporate graphic art. Like this guy's art.

But we came to a compromise. We'll go with her idea, but I get to put up a Star Wars poster that I've had for years and never quite got the chance to put up.


If I had it my way, these would be the Star Wars posters going up.








How completely glorious are these images? Glorious enough that it's pulling me back toward Star Wars a bit. I like them so much that, looking back at it, that first poster seems kinda lame. Every time I look at it I'll be reminded of what could have been.

And just so I'm not ending on a down-note, here's an image that may one day become a tattoo.


Thank you,
Matt Beers