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Fear the Great Motivator?

A discussion on Chad’s site, post #127. Fear is a Great Motivator has “motivated” this post.

Are you doing this out of fear?

No, it’s purely for pleasure. It’s possible that pleasure is the opposite of fear, or at least forms the basis for a different kind of motivation.

Are you a hedonist?

I will say that I like pleasure; who doesn’t? What does fear have to do with those things we enjoy that are “extras” such as floating for hours and snokeling, just because it’s beautiful? You are captivated by another world. Laughter springs spontaneously from us; tears stream down the cheeks. You are laughing so hard, that you must hold your sides, and try to catch your breath.

But laughing isn’t a necessity.

If life was only about survival, more people would check out sooner. I think it’s hopefulness, hoping for something pleasurable, hoping for the chance to laugh once more, hoping to fall in love again. Hope drives us more than fear.

Are you saying life’s a joke?

Where’s the punch line? No, but it’s probably more funny if you have a sense of humor. Sure people with money have it easier, but oddly enough laughter is one of those things you can’t buy. Maybe that’s not entirely true; you could buy a comedian to follow you around. It’s a sense of humor you can’t buy.

Will the Tuesday Too be here next week?

Maybe, but it depends on access to a computer. You might not hear from me again until next Friday.


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Tuesday Too # 20

Tuesday Too1.) Yes conflicting theories abound, what do you think dreams (nightly adventures) mean, or do you subscribe to a particular theorist and why?

See prior post.

2.) When you are confronted by a homeless person asking for change, how do you respond? How does it make you feel? If you’ve never been in this situation, imagine it, and calculate your response.

I not sure what I base my decision on; sometimes I give them money, and sometimes I don’t. When I give them money, I feel fortunate in my own circumstances and empathy for theirs. When I do not give them money, I feel feel that somehow I’ve failed to live up to my best self, and I pass quickly down the street. While I am not a religious person, I grew up going to a church every Sunday, and some of the stories are stuck in my head. This is not necessarily a bad thing. The story that comes to mind is the one about Jesus, disguised as a beggar, and being repeatedly turned away by “good god fearing folks” who don’t recognize him. So I have these stories in my head that I hear, but at the same time I’m the one who invented a stigmata kit… so go figure?

3.) Do you feel you have been short changed in any way by destiny/fate/god? If so, how?

Not in any way do I feel short changed, but rather grateful to be here at all.

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“That’s the nature of research–you don’t know what in hell you’re doing.”

— ‘Doc’ Edgerton


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Why Me?

Why not?

Because, it’s just too much for one person to deal with.

What’s too much to deal with?

The whole idea of doing all the things that I’ve got to do. Such as, pick up the Sunday news papers (the New York Times and the Washington Post), go get the car, which I left in Charles Village last night, take a shower, shave my legs, finish the painting, post the thesis abstract, paint a house, clean the litter box, buy more cat food, walk a dog, get rid of all the ivy destroying the bricks on the house, clean the gutters, fix the window, etc., etc., etc.

So, why are you whining?

Where’s the sex? Where’s the good stuff? I need to change the way I’m seeing things this morning. My perspective is skewed, and I feel fat. In order to lose weight I must stop drinking, and I don’t want to. Thus I will continue to feel fat. Fat and happy would not be a bad compromise, considering the lengthy list above. I’m whining, because I feel like it.


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Short Post

Out of cigarettes and coffee creamer, and off to the Farmer’s Market on 33rd Street.

When you get back, would you finally tell us something important? You know, like when was the last time you had great sex?

I’ve been holding my breath for awhile now; so you’d better not expect an answer on that one. At least not today anyway.


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Making Plans

I’m going to Boston, and I’ll be meeting Leah and Eve in the flesh for the first time on Saturday the 13th. We’re going to the Boston Bloggers picnic; how cool is that? Way cool!

How come you’re asking your own questions?

Possibly I’m not thinking straight, or it could be that once again it’s time for brain realignment. Sometimes the cells fire before the gap is open.

“We are confronted with insurmountable opportunities.”



“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Homicidal Coffee

The large cup of coffee was perched precariously on top of the bookshelf. Steam curled over his lip, as he spoke softly into his cell phone, repeating his password as if it were a mantra. The lovely young bedpost on the other end of the line sighed, and hoped he wouldn’t slip up this time. Coffee was known around town for his slip ups, and most recently for spilling his guts to the detective in the 5th precinct. He’d been seen in Fells Point, not more than 10 minutes before old Cookie was knocked off. Cookie was a crumb; everybody knew that, and Coffee had threatened him more than once. Cookie’s body was found in the nick of time; a moment longer and all trace of him would have gobbled up by the…

I now know, thanks to Chad and Rich that I share rising criteria with a Homicide guy. How appropriate that it was filmed in and chronicles the crimes of Charm City (Baltimore).

Friday Bogger problems = Error 104:java.lang.NullPointerException (server:leap)

Server leap? What the hell is that? Something like “one potato, two potato”, or “red rover, red rover we dare whatshername over”? Can’t publish my new post; so going back one to see if this will publish.


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Tuesday Too # 19

Tuesday Too1.) What do you find most troubling about your way of life? If your life is carefree please give me a hint, which has nothing to do with winning the lottery.

My ability to Rube Goldberg/jerry-rig, or close my eyes to anything and everything that breaks is a constant contributor to a staggering house of cards.

2.) What is your prescription (non psychotropic), or outlet for dealing with stress and anxiety?

Vodka and meditation are my top contenders in the stress reduction department. One or the other depending on my state of mind, and sometimes depending on the time of day. I do not allow myself to drink vodka before the sun passes over the yardarm.

3.) What’s the real reason you get up every morning?

On the silly side, because I love my first cup of coffee in the morning. On the serious side of the bed, it’s because I’m excited about the possibilities that lay before me. I’m going to be doing this, or accomplishing that thing I’ve been wanting to do. On rare occasions the real reason I get up is because, I’m gripped by the miracle of being alive. Those are the best days. Those are the days worth hanging around for.

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“The Constitution only gives people the right to pursue happiness. You have to catch it yourself.”

–Ben Franklin


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Finding A Balance

A balance between too hot and too cold, too much or too little, between being all there and nowhere, between you and me, and me and them. Who to let in, and who to keep out, and how far to let someone in, or how far to go out?

What are you talking about?

I’m not sure really, and it’s time to go for happy hour to hopefully think up tomorrow’s questions, get a bite to eat and relax. For some reason I keep remembering a book I read along time ago “The Incredible Lightness of Being” which I think must be read again. The few books besides thesis related books that I’ve read in the last couple of years were mysteries, while I thoroughly enjoyed them my diet of late is lacking meat.


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”