Más Mejor.
Things are seeming a bit better since my last (f'locked) words. My back, while still very angry with me for doing risky acrobatics like getting in a car, picking up a cat, or turning to the right, is howling with less fervor than the last few days. An angry murmur, I'll call it, with episodes of minor shrieks just to liven the atmosphere. Also, I am not entirely convinced, as I was for the last few weeks, that every atom in the universe is conspiring against me. I'm only fairly certain of the "fact," which is progress in its way I guess. Shrug.
My lightened mood is due largely to spending the afternoon with marrus on Jax Sq. yesterday as she sold her art to tourists on what may be the most beautiful day we'll see in New Orleans this year. I brought Harley out on her little leash, and she seemed to enjoy the attention she was earning simply from being fluffy.
I think, in this hiatus period in my life between my old careers and figuring out what I want to be when I grow up, that it wouldn't hurt to fork over the $175 or whatever it is to get a permit to sell art on Jax Sq. and join Marrus in lazy afternoons of hocking our art. My commute is three blocks. How can I say no?
I'm also curious to see how the Bluehair Brigade will take to my paintings, many of which are screenprints. The current law on the books, which has only recently begun to be applied to art vendors on the Square after enjoying years of dust accumulation, may or may not apply to my art. No "mechanical reproduction" may be used in items on sale in Jackson Sq. So are my hand-squeegeed prints, from a hand-painted original silkscreen considered "duplicative"? If so, where's the original? The inverse painting on the silkscreen? Since my livelihood is not invested in selling my art, as it is for others like Marrus, I don't really mind taking one for the team and being a test case if it comes to that. Hell, I'm looking forward to it.
P.S. Fuck off, Jackie Clarkson.
Ben's off at Gun School today at docbrite's firing range. Eight hours spent with rednecks learning about guns. This is not for the educational experience, although I imagine he will accidentally cull some, but is a necessary step to acquire a conceal-n-carry permit. My b/f be PACKIN', y'hurd?
Just got this text: “Total dorkfest in here.”
My response: “Duh.”
On the way home from dropping him off at dorkfest school, I stopped by Best Buy to get a memory stick for my video camera. This is for when I'm recording myself playing music. Inevitably I need three or four takes to get a good performance, but without a memory stick, the bad takes are indelibly etched onto mini DVDs. Knowing this ups the pressure, and I mess up more, resulting in more bad takes, and more expensive little DVDs filling up with rubbish.
Not no more. I can erase bad takes from the memory stick with the boop of a beep. (Still can't download to computer until the DVD is "finalized", after which you cannot record on that disc any more, so I only "finalize" after an hour has been filled up. Bother.)
And how is this interesting for you?
It's not. Clearly. As you were.
My lightened mood is due largely to spending the afternoon with marrus on Jax Sq. yesterday as she sold her art to tourists on what may be the most beautiful day we'll see in New Orleans this year. I brought Harley out on her little leash, and she seemed to enjoy the attention she was earning simply from being fluffy.
I think, in this hiatus period in my life between my old careers and figuring out what I want to be when I grow up, that it wouldn't hurt to fork over the $175 or whatever it is to get a permit to sell art on Jax Sq. and join Marrus in lazy afternoons of hocking our art. My commute is three blocks. How can I say no?
I'm also curious to see how the Bluehair Brigade will take to my paintings, many of which are screenprints. The current law on the books, which has only recently begun to be applied to art vendors on the Square after enjoying years of dust accumulation, may or may not apply to my art. No "mechanical reproduction" may be used in items on sale in Jackson Sq. So are my hand-squeegeed prints, from a hand-painted original silkscreen considered "duplicative"? If so, where's the original? The inverse painting on the silkscreen? Since my livelihood is not invested in selling my art, as it is for others like Marrus, I don't really mind taking one for the team and being a test case if it comes to that. Hell, I'm looking forward to it.
P.S. Fuck off, Jackie Clarkson.
Ben's off at Gun School today at docbrite's firing range. Eight hours spent with rednecks learning about guns. This is not for the educational experience, although I imagine he will accidentally cull some, but is a necessary step to acquire a conceal-n-carry permit. My b/f be PACKIN', y'hurd?
Just got this text: “Total dorkfest in here.”
My response: “Duh.”
On the way home from dropping him off at dorkfest school, I stopped by Best Buy to get a memory stick for my video camera. This is for when I'm recording myself playing music. Inevitably I need three or four takes to get a good performance, but without a memory stick, the bad takes are indelibly etched onto mini DVDs. Knowing this ups the pressure, and I mess up more, resulting in more bad takes, and more expensive little DVDs filling up with rubbish.
Not no more. I can erase bad takes from the memory stick with the boop of a beep. (Still can't download to computer until the DVD is "finalized", after which you cannot record on that disc any more, so I only "finalize" after an hour has been filled up. Bother.)
And how is this interesting for you?
It's not. Clearly. As you were.