Never been a real fan of painting, but, stuff happens. I also like onions.
(Click it to see larger.)
Oops, I Painted August 24, 2008
The Best Thing I’ve Gotten in the Mail August 24, 2008
I don’t really have words for this.
However, it is more hilarious when you add this gem:
Multi-Tasking August 23, 2008
So, if you know me even a little, you know I rarely do one thing at a time. And the racket going on in my brain is pretty serious. I made the below… thing… while doing laundry, watching some Olympics, and eating, with short bouts of celloing mixed in. Kind of illustrates my point better than words like this can. Click it for a larger view. Enjoy(?)!
Post-Trip Observations August 21, 2008
I am definitely much more patient than at any previous point in my life.
I feel just as “at home” in my tent, all alone, on a random patch of ground I just gave some people $27 to lay on for the night as I do in my recliner in my own apartment. And I feel more “at home” in those two places than any others.
My car is awesome.
Perhaps my calling is to start a band of politically moderate Christian hippies who rally to set up wind farms in the best places.
I will never laugh enough.
I don’t know enough people that are different from me. I realize this might contradict the rallying hippie thing.
I know I have a biased view, but, I can’t think of any stereotypes that I fit.
I hurt from the inside out. My physical pains and anomalies are directly, freakishly, alarmingly proportionately related to my state of mind. Which has been a cloudy, windy, lost state for a couple of years now.
I rock the cazbah of solo tent set-up.
The more I have beer the more I like it.
Sometimes, no one knowing you is extremely comforting.
MacBook was one of the best purchases I’ve ever made. Maybe second to my car… and medical attention. And the 75 cents I spent on showering this week.
I was out of, or near the edge of, my comfort zone for a good portion of the weekend. There was a great deal of unknown. Yet without a whole lot of thought, I took it all in stride, from leaving my debit card behind to being lost (and driving, to boot) in Boston to confidently telling strangers that yes, I am alone, and yes, that’s perfectly fine with me.
I still can’t see my future. It’s taking shape maybe… something like “a brown area with points.” Maybe.
I keep thinking about the feeling of the sand being washed out from under my feet when the water came in. Add doors slamming shut, and that’s is what I hear / feel / see inside.
Some Thoughts (Be Warned) August 21, 2008
Sooo… Tuesday, my first day back after my Life Crisis New England Road Trip, was pretty rough.
Ok, it was painfully horribly rough. Below is a list of facts, just facts, not complaining.
By 8:38am I had learned that I would unexpectedly have pretty much zero production help for most of the week.
By 10am it was difficult to conjure a smile.
By 11:25am I had lost all trace of the appetite I had gained back while on the road and out of town and out of the office.
I thought about vomiting or having a crying fit when it was time to go back after lunch. But just went. I am employed there because I am a machine/robot, so, that’s what I better do if I want a paycheck.
By 2pm my back hurt, by 5:30 things were popping. Just like old times.
things
need
to
change.
ROAD TRIP August 16, 2008
Read about my Life Crisis New England Road Trip on its page – click on the link in the upper right or go here.
Who is this man in my head? August 3, 2008
While waiting on my car to get tires and an oil change today, I was reading a magazine for designers. The whole issue was about how working without a computer (I know, imagine that) revitalizes your talent and keeps your designbrain alive. I thought, hey, mine’s dead! Let’s sketch.
And here’s what happened. No clue who this is.
The man in my sketch book
Then, later, I went back to the computer, and randomly got all department-store on it.
Lost and Found
Lost and Found 2
