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[May. 27th, 2012|01:44 am] |
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We have a rainstorm...lots of lightning to the East of us.
This is a photo from Friday morning. |
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[May. 27th, 2012|02:18 pm] |
One of my former students was telling me about her family. Apparently it’s on the wealthy side, and her father and uncles all have mistresses. While her father has always been good to her, she’s also had to process her mother’s unhappiness. She’s developed very reasonable trust issues, and when she has a boyfriend she doesn’t want to feel passion, she wants something more relaxing and comfortable. I feel a little sorry for her, but she’s too realistic to argue with, and on a day to day basis seems cheerful. I know from first hand experience how hard it is to face reality and still be happy about it. I’m just glad I found this cushy job to give me time to do things I enjoy.
Now if I could figure out why when I ripped my Vivaldi CD onto my computer the listing of music has the titles of Irish Christmas music. |
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| Oh, how I want a sonic screwdriver that can fix people... |
[May. 27th, 2012|01:53 am] |
We rearranged the entertainment room again. It feels more open. We switched my couch with the smaller dresser, meaning that my couch now faces the television and the door, and the air vent is only obscured by the wheelchair. The chair holding Luna's bed is still by the door, still requiring anyone walking in or out to pay the Luna Toll with a kiss or pet.
The cats have been responding by joyfully bouncing on, behind, and around the couches, Jupiter in particular. He is extremely happy. It's an adorable thing to watch. He's such a big round cat, and watching him slip behind the couch and climb his way back up is priceless.
My soundtrack for cleaning the entertainment room was the MLP:FIM episode "A Friend In Deed." Adam said I could "even put on ponies in the background." He said do, I heard it. So I turned up the volume a lot. I also mouthed the words to Pinkie Pie's song and danced, because smile.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNrXMOSkBas
And then, this conversation happened:
Adam: The room is so open now! [he holds his arms out and turns slowly].
Me: Yeah, we could probably do yoga in here. Hell, we could probably swing a dead cat... no, wait, that's disturbing... [I grab Lotus Star] we could swing a pony.
Adam: Yep, we can swing a pony. [he swings the pony doll around]. Well, we could swing a dead something. [he goes to the shelf and gets a small skull, and spins around].
Me: Wait, is that actually a cat skull?
Adam: I dunno, I found it in the woods a while ago while I was fossil hunting. It could be a cat, or a small dog, or a rodent.
Me: Neat. In any case, the room is now open enough to swing a small dead something around. Yay!
I love my life.
Also, this gives me a happy feeling in my writerbrain, to know that so many people feel this way about this particular author.
http://lmpruitt.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/ranty-thursday.html
http://lkh-lashouts.livejournal.com/562684.html
Plus: In her latest published work, the author actually had her main character insist that people who hated her were "jealous whiner babies." Priceless. Fucking priceless. Fun fact: Even if an author is blatantly writing a protagonist as a full author insert, it is the absolute height of tasteless immature fuckery to call out the author's critics through the protagonist's narration. Good gods. Writing truly bad porn without admitting it is one thing; having a monster ego so big that it believes itself untouchable is another. I've never heard of a published author who has such a creepy sense of entitlement.
Also, Adam just bought the new PS3 game, "Doctor Who: The Eternity Clock." We are just getting into it right now. Time will tell if we love it or meh it. Online reviews seem to be harsh, though. I think that so far it is awesome. |
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| Notes on Artist Ran Ortner |
[May. 26th, 2012|10:05 pm] |
The June issue of The Sun magazine has a spellbinding interview with an artist named Ran Ortner, known for his paintings of the ocean that are sometimes eight feet tall and thirty-two feet wide.
His thoughts on art, the ocean and humanity are captivating:
"In the ocean I see the collision of life and death: the rising of each wave is life insisting on itself, and in the trough I see death. These high points and low points are all part of the larger dance. You really feel the lament of the ocean, and at the same moment there's a generosity, because the waves keep coming. These forces are working back and forth endlessly.
There are tempests and dark depths. You do not mess with the ocean. It will pummel you and chew you up. It is a devastatingly brutal. And yet it can be luminous and delicate and tender. We clean our wounds there. What a reflection of our own impossible nature. We're so brutal, so base, so horrific, and yet we have the capacity for such tenderness, such warmth, such empathy, such generosity.....
.....the etymology [of art is] related to connection; it shares its root with arm, the meaning 'to join.' Art is an attempt to connect the sacred and the profane, dark and light, life and death. Art deals with all that is irreconcilable, the collision of opposites that we call life...
...Our job as artists is to become powerfully personal in our work, and if we touch the source, the most central wound, the deepest wells, then we actually touch the universal....
To make art is to give, to pour yourself into life, so you don't die with the music inside you.
.....you have to approach your work as if it were a matter of life and death. If you don't need it with every fiber of your being, it's going to be passive, trite entertainment. It doesn't become great until it's the stuff of your last breath, the fullness of who you are."
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| If a Myth Fails In a Kelp Forest, Does It Make a Sound? |
[May. 26th, 2012|11:11 pm] |
If a Myth Fails in a Kelp Forest, Does It Make a Sound?
Soft-shell lobstermen listen
to the catch in the sea siren's
quick-pincered voice, puzzled
at her veiled cross-references to
post-Byzantine, haremless life
and orthodox triune espionage
conducted beneath Mediterranean
subfloors and among Phoenecian
ruins excavated for touristic use,
shrug and return to setting traps.
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| The Duke…famous movie lines and infamous products |
[May. 26th, 2012|09:37 pm] |
I’m not a huge John Wayne fan, but I rather like this line from Big Jake (1971):
“Well, son, since you haven't learned to respect your elders, it's time you learned to respect your betters.”
There wasn’t a better man than John Wayne, when it came to not taking crap off…
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