july behind me
last day of july. what a month it's been. i took a lot of time to wander around in my brain and procrastinate on churning out content for my future website. i did however, crank out some non-written art. bits and pieces for an idea that hasn't wholly taken shape yet.
i had a little caffeine fling which led to me spending over eight hours decorating the emiliabode. i've got a stop-gap desk and a charming little seventies-style swivel chair so i can actually do some work in the room that is looking more like a studio all the time.
regained admittance into my flickr account and was finally able to post photos from my new camera. i've also cut my work hours dramatically and now only have one job. the plan was to use the free time to do more writing but i spent more time smoking weed instead. in fact, a large part of the reason i'm writing this now is because today i finally ran out. i don't understand it. if i have one bowl's worth of pot i can make it last for a week but if i have any more than that on hand? within a few days i'm stoned pretty much all the time.
the time wasn't misspent though, i would say. i mean, it was an effective way of putting off going to the gym or writing, it fueled a lot of creative brainstorming and processing some emotional issues that have been coming up in my shuffling through old memories.
wait, i didn't even tell you about that, did i? well, i'm finally at an age where i can review the fucked up events of my life from age - i don't know - ten? to sixteen without reliving them. it's fascinating to sort of pick at those scabs and take a closer look at how some of those events shaped me. oh, so much shame and humiliation! i cringe for the younger me.
back to the present, though. i'm digging on my new workspace where i'm spending most of my day. i've also started waiting impatiently for the sun to come out every day so i can bring a book out to the backyard. getting at least 30 minutes of sun every day has helped bring out the color in my arms shoulders and legs. i put up a 30-days-out goal list and got to everything on it. definitely going to do that again.
i've read the lesley arfin book, the novel "snuff" by chuck palahniuk, carrie fisher's memoir and "b is for beer" by tom robbins. i'm also working through "botany of desire" and several periodicals. have you seen the rolling stone commemorative michael jackson issue? it's spectacular. no ads and page after page of breath-taking photographs.
i love how this has become the summer of michael jackson. chances are if you live in an urban area like i do, you've experienced the outpouring of love for his entire body of work. every car in the 'hood with a system has been bumping mj all the time, every day, for weeks now - gorgeous. it's a befitting tribute for such an amazing body of work and it hasn't stopped yet.
some of the latest flickr photos:
self portrait from 7.12.09
from the Academy of Sciences photo safari.
dom, dan and goolie at jetkat's 40th birthday party
i had a little caffeine fling which led to me spending over eight hours decorating the emiliabode. i've got a stop-gap desk and a charming little seventies-style swivel chair so i can actually do some work in the room that is looking more like a studio all the time.
regained admittance into my flickr account and was finally able to post photos from my new camera. i've also cut my work hours dramatically and now only have one job. the plan was to use the free time to do more writing but i spent more time smoking weed instead. in fact, a large part of the reason i'm writing this now is because today i finally ran out. i don't understand it. if i have one bowl's worth of pot i can make it last for a week but if i have any more than that on hand? within a few days i'm stoned pretty much all the time.
the time wasn't misspent though, i would say. i mean, it was an effective way of putting off going to the gym or writing, it fueled a lot of creative brainstorming and processing some emotional issues that have been coming up in my shuffling through old memories.
wait, i didn't even tell you about that, did i? well, i'm finally at an age where i can review the fucked up events of my life from age - i don't know - ten? to sixteen without reliving them. it's fascinating to sort of pick at those scabs and take a closer look at how some of those events shaped me. oh, so much shame and humiliation! i cringe for the younger me.
back to the present, though. i'm digging on my new workspace where i'm spending most of my day. i've also started waiting impatiently for the sun to come out every day so i can bring a book out to the backyard. getting at least 30 minutes of sun every day has helped bring out the color in my arms shoulders and legs. i put up a 30-days-out goal list and got to everything on it. definitely going to do that again.
i've read the lesley arfin book, the novel "snuff" by chuck palahniuk, carrie fisher's memoir and "b is for beer" by tom robbins. i'm also working through "botany of desire" and several periodicals. have you seen the rolling stone commemorative michael jackson issue? it's spectacular. no ads and page after page of breath-taking photographs.
i love how this has become the summer of michael jackson. chances are if you live in an urban area like i do, you've experienced the outpouring of love for his entire body of work. every car in the 'hood with a system has been bumping mj all the time, every day, for weeks now - gorgeous. it's a befitting tribute for such an amazing body of work and it hasn't stopped yet.
some of the latest flickr photos:
self portrait from 7.12.09
from the Academy of Sciences photo safari.
dom, dan and goolie at jetkat's 40th birthday party