The plan...
First... Finish Calculus and Logic classes (and try to get over the fact that I am probably going to fail Calculus without giving in to that and making it a determined reality)...
Then... Get everything for this summer lined up.
That would be...
Finish painting the stuff I need to sell at Historicon to pay for the trip.
Work out a means of taking an advanced algebra course (I terribly need to get back my basic mathematical vocab.)
Make completely new social network*
Create web-site for myself, and transfer all blogs to there (I happen to have some other blogs as well, but I have been doing them under pseudonyms for the time being). I need to work on some self-promotion media to begin exposing my work to the world again. If I can manage to make a sensation of myself without the web... I imagine that having it as a tool that I use much more effectively will help me to find more people who are going where I want to go... And, maybe provide the impetus for my older friends who I so disloyally abandoned 25 years ago (They seem to have been under-selling themselves for those 25 years. They all should be worth 10X what they are... Of course, Tony Goodman seems to have done alright, but I wasn't really thinking of him. I always had the feeling that he and Rick would do OK... They have had such a tragic early adult life as well... I guess that this is (and here I wander off into delusion) karma taking care of them (or, its the fact that both were terrifically intelligent and motivated)...
See that picture of me with the mohawk... That means it will probably be replaced. Either that, or this blog will become one that I only use for visual art and music related stuff, and I will create another for my current life, which, does not include the wallowing in nostalgia that I have been guilty of here.
* Now, about that social network.
After having gone to some Bay Area Futurist Meetings... I have really begun to question hard the need to keep up with the whole goth scene... There are a couple of people who frequent the clubs that I still care about, and I think that I will keep in touch with them, but about two years ago I made the decision to turn away from that as a form of socialization. When I went to Phylean's Birthday Party... It made me very sad to see all of the people who I had not seen in years looking older, fatter (or out of shape) and doing the exact same things and talking about the exact same things that I left them with 5 years ago... It brought tears to my eyes. Plus, it is a distraction from learning what I need to learn (at least while I am in school) in order to finish my degree... I figure if it is like most school stuff, you will need it for a few things, and if you get lucky, it will come in useful every now and then (or is that unlucky???)
Anyway... This has been just a bunch of spinning my wheels because I cannot fucking go to sleep... I feel like I have been hit in the head with a truck, but I can't sleep.
On a happy note though... I got to see three of the kitties open their eyes... They looked so surprised... Looking around and sniffing everything. The way that they looked at mommy-cat when they finally made eye contact with her... It was Shoooo Cute!...
Anyway, I need to not get too attached to the little squirmlilies, as I am going to have to give them to the SPCA for adoption.
When I get rich, I am going to open a home for homeless animals (fuck the homeless people), and give millions of dollars to the state of CA to bring the feral animal population under control, and establish urban refuges where they can be fed and grouped (and then trapped, fixed, and then socialized as best as possible, and then left free)... Just a fantasy... That all poor little hungry and scared animals would have a safe warm place to sleep and play and enough food to eat... But, fixed so that they will eventually become an extinct population (the wild/feral population - so that all kitties and puppies will have a home and people to love them)
Then... Get everything for this summer lined up.
That would be...
Finish painting the stuff I need to sell at Historicon to pay for the trip.
Work out a means of taking an advanced algebra course (I terribly need to get back my basic mathematical vocab.)
Make completely new social network*
Create web-site for myself, and transfer all blogs to there (I happen to have some other blogs as well, but I have been doing them under pseudonyms for the time being). I need to work on some self-promotion media to begin exposing my work to the world again. If I can manage to make a sensation of myself without the web... I imagine that having it as a tool that I use much more effectively will help me to find more people who are going where I want to go... And, maybe provide the impetus for my older friends who I so disloyally abandoned 25 years ago (They seem to have been under-selling themselves for those 25 years. They all should be worth 10X what they are... Of course, Tony Goodman seems to have done alright, but I wasn't really thinking of him. I always had the feeling that he and Rick would do OK... They have had such a tragic early adult life as well... I guess that this is (and here I wander off into delusion) karma taking care of them (or, its the fact that both were terrifically intelligent and motivated)...
See that picture of me with the mohawk... That means it will probably be replaced. Either that, or this blog will become one that I only use for visual art and music related stuff, and I will create another for my current life, which, does not include the wallowing in nostalgia that I have been guilty of here.
* Now, about that social network.
After having gone to some Bay Area Futurist Meetings... I have really begun to question hard the need to keep up with the whole goth scene... There are a couple of people who frequent the clubs that I still care about, and I think that I will keep in touch with them, but about two years ago I made the decision to turn away from that as a form of socialization. When I went to Phylean's Birthday Party... It made me very sad to see all of the people who I had not seen in years looking older, fatter (or out of shape) and doing the exact same things and talking about the exact same things that I left them with 5 years ago... It brought tears to my eyes. Plus, it is a distraction from learning what I need to learn (at least while I am in school) in order to finish my degree... I figure if it is like most school stuff, you will need it for a few things, and if you get lucky, it will come in useful every now and then (or is that unlucky???)
Anyway... This has been just a bunch of spinning my wheels because I cannot fucking go to sleep... I feel like I have been hit in the head with a truck, but I can't sleep.
On a happy note though... I got to see three of the kitties open their eyes... They looked so surprised... Looking around and sniffing everything. The way that they looked at mommy-cat when they finally made eye contact with her... It was Shoooo Cute!...
Anyway, I need to not get too attached to the little squirmlilies, as I am going to have to give them to the SPCA for adoption.
When I get rich, I am going to open a home for homeless animals (fuck the homeless people), and give millions of dollars to the state of CA to bring the feral animal population under control, and establish urban refuges where they can be fed and grouped (and then trapped, fixed, and then socialized as best as possible, and then left free)... Just a fantasy... That all poor little hungry and scared animals would have a safe warm place to sleep and play and enough food to eat... But, fixed so that they will eventually become an extinct population (the wild/feral population - so that all kitties and puppies will have a home and people to love them)