Today on my stroll I was struck by the brilliant color across the land. Perhaps the humidity is low, maybe its always like this, maybe I was slipped some shrooms, I don’t know, but all colors were shockingly vibrant and I had to take some pictures of it.
I think the people driving by thought I was “simple”, while I was looking at this dumpster, then later taking pictures of it, but I think it is hard to argue about how crazy colorful it all is. You have the blue sky, the bright green trees and then this pristine red dumpster. Never mind the little yellow flowers that were hiding in amongst everything.
I am stocking up on these sights now before winter and its gray blanket comes to cover us.
August 29, 2008 | | Views (243)
Today in my studio I am listening to Beethoven’s…
Piano Sonata No. 14 in C Sharp Minor, Op. 27, No. 2, Moonlight: III. Presto.
My Mom used to play this when I was younger and you could hear it outside while I played with my friends in the front-yard. And it was quite awesome to hear when I would ride my bike up the sidewalk on a warm summer evening. This was one of my favorites. I liked how dark, desperate and angry it sounded. The intensity was often overwhelming for me. Especially watching and listening my mother perform it. I always tried to be quiet when I came in the front door while she was playing this because I didn’t want to disrupt her, but I also wanted to see her play it. Sometimes I would cry walking down the hallway and yet had no idea why. I’m not sure she ever knew, but since she reads this, she does now. I think after you listen to the sample it may make more sense. Or not, and I was just loosely glued together all the while.
More... August 27, 2008 | | Views (170)
A couple things for today besides my fume being kidnapped, SORRY, hijacked…
1-Do not sing and act out the song you are singing while doing your collage, razor blade in hand. No, everything is fine here and nobody had an accident, but I realized what I was doing and decided that there was no possible way I could show up at the emergency room with a reasonable explanation for something that would probably need stitches, so I abruptly stopped it.
Dr: Now….you were doing what again?
C: I was singing to ABBA. And painting and doing my collage at the same time.
(pause)
(crickets)
(blinking)
C: I’m in a band…uh…too….
Dr: OH! Do you sing ABBA in it?
C: No. We sing all originals. That nobody knows.Or cares about. All they want to hear is Free Bird and something by the Eagles.
2-I’ll be “singing” tonight again at The High Noon Saloon, and I’m not sure how its gonna go because I have a stuffed up nose that I suspect was brought on by something dying in the air. As I get a little older, I suspect I may have allergies. My friend’s birthday is tomorrow and it was requested that me singing “Our Lips Are Sealed” would make this person’s birthday happy and complete. I suggested chocolate cake and paying for dinner, but it was insisted this is what they wanted. I’m quite flattered but also quite confused.
Here’s to hoping my band plays out someday soon.
I miss it.
August 26, 2008 | | Views (190)
This morning, when I checked my email, Claudian Wonyun sent me a very important alert (so glad she did too):
Subject: We have hijacked your baby
Hey We have hijacked your baby but you must pay once to us $50 000. The details we will send later…
We has attached photo of your fume
Oh, where to start. Did they really send this out hoping to get 50 grand? Is it working? Must be, ‘cuz I’m thinking about forking it over to get my baby fume back. I was wondering where my baby fume was this morning, but now I know it was hijacked. But rest assured the exact details of how it all went down are being sent later, so I guess I will just go ahead and send over a check. After all “they has” a photo of it.
What, you think that if I unzip the attachment I might get a virus on my computer or privy me to some hot porn? No! There is an honest to goodness pix of my fume in there.
August 26, 2008 | | Views (205)
So as many of you know, I live out in the country, 30 miles away from Sushi and reside in a relatively crime free and safe town. Lately I have been walking my dog between 7,000 and 10,000 steps everyday in the morning and we walk up to our local park (which by the way is 4,000 steps from my home one way) This park has it all. A pool, a ball diamond, a kick ass’d jungle gym thing with bridges and ship’s wheels. Everything.
And then there is a public bathroom off the parking lot of this park. They also have one IN the park, but they don’t allow dogs in the park. So I of course respect the rules and dont go in the park proper, we just walk the outskirts of it, peering in. I feel bad for Lu because she is always looking in the park, and looks like she wants to go in there, or maybe that is my personification , and she is just as happy smelling unidentifiable odors she finds on the sidewalk in front of her.
I digress. Getting back to the public bathrooms, there used to be an outside water fountain for all to enjoy off the wall of the bathrooms. Also included was a faucet for people to fill up bowls for their pets (Im assuming) or wash their feet after their long journey across the desert, or fish they caught in the river. I dont know, but it was nice it was there. Now it is gone.
What?
Why?
Why did they do that? And the bathrooms are now locked no matter what time I walk up there. Its summer (still if only for a little while longer) so why aren’t the bathrooms open for the public? I just don’t understand. OK, MAYBE there was, or they ARE anticipating vandalism, but I know lots of public parks in our state and cities that leave their bathrooms open. All year round in fact. No preemptive bathroom or water fountain strikes. What gives? We have a nice community. I cant imagine too many horrible things taking place there. Perhaps I’m just naive.
It makes me grouchy. Sometimes I have to “go” and always hope that my sweating and walking will stave off the urge to pee. Usually it does, but still, it would be nice to have some insurance. Plus I have started bringing water with me, for Lu because (a) she is black and gets extra hot in the sunshine (b) she can’t sweat. God played a cruel joke on man’s best friend. Sorry Lu Lu. Sweating isn’t all its cracked up to be either.
It’s just crummy. Open the damn bathrooms please if you can’t at least hook up the bubbler. What exactly DO my high taxes pay for around here???
August 25, 2008 | | Views (134)
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