Art Attack Central
Fixing stuff, myself included…
Too Many
Why is it we have to make money? It can be such an annoyance when the available avenues for the making are not of my liking. Boy, is that a spoiled brat talking or what?
Why don’t you change what your doing, as in get a regular job of some kind?
I know, I just finished the MA, and now I’m supposed to do something with it, besides put it in the drawer. What’s happened is that I don’t see myself as a therapist, although I did when I began this “educational adventure.”
Who do you see yourself as?
I see myself as an artist and web designer, but I’ve got to tell you that I’m a terrible marketer/promoter. And really why do you care anyway?
I don’t care; I’m just that questioning voice in your head, remember?
Yeah, yeah, yeah… I remember already. I just feel frustrated and need to rant and rave a bit before I go schlepping off to paint another house, lug another 5 gal. paint bucket up a flight of stairs, or sand spackle off another ceiling. What I really need to do is make a major change in how I make a living, and I procrastinate, stew around, complain and whine, when I should be planning.
Planing what?
How to make a living being an artist. Yes I know that’s perhaps a little unrealistic, but what kind of world would it be if everyone was a realist? Hmm… maybe it would be a better world, i.e. CEO’s understanding the consequences and refraining from criminal acts. No one would need Oprah’s Dr. Phil, or a pill, and every battle would be fought downhill.
You’ve gone off the deep end again!
Well then, the world would be worse off without the dreamers; we would all be mired in analyzing every decision, and critical thinking would be a prerequisite of adulthood. Each and every one of us would be required to pass an examination of motives, desires and normalcy before being allowed to proceed. Okay you’re right I tipped over the edge, and I’m hanging on by one finger nail, and a short one at that. Do you think it means I’m not a dreamer if I need some sort of rationale?
I think it means you’ve misplaced a marble or two.
“The artist belongs to his work, not the work to the artist.”
–Novalis
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Tuesday Too # 24
The Very Late Tuesday Too. I tried to publish to barrysworld this morning and severs were down. Had to go make a living painting houses today. Sorry to all those folks who were here looking earlier in the day.
1.) Is honesty always the best policy? Relate a plausible scenario where this might not be the case.
2.) Are you someone of who can’t say no? If you’re not, tell those of us who are, how to overcome the yes syndrome.
3.) What’s your remedy for sleepless nights?
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Why Blog Derailment?
What exactly was it that made me run upstairs and start blogging on the recent Amtrak derailment on August 29th? I didn’t know anyone traveling by train from Chicago to D.C. on the 29th; I didn’t like the interruption of my soap opera with breaking news. I’m not a news freak, or someone obsessed with tragedy. In hindsight I think it had to do with an unconscious connection between trains traveling and our lives, a little like, “ships in the night”.
Life and trains?
Tracks, the patterns of tracks from an aerial view, connecting cars, coupling and uncoupling, moving from one place to another, all these things remind me of the life I journey through. My life is full of derailments of one kind or another; interrupted, delayed, canceled meetings and arrangements, failed relationships, all contributed to a sense of the unexpected. Maybe it’s more that we don’t expect the unexpected; we don’t live as if anything could happen anytime, as if love could be gone only minutes from now, as if the slightest ripple has meaning.
But, don’t children live that way?
I think they live that way until they “learn” what to expect. I’m not saying I shouldn’t expect anything; I’m saying, we lose something when we forget we really don’t know what’s going to happen when. Life would just be so f—ing intense; maybe it would be too scary, but when it wasn’t being scary, our own amazement would take us to places we can’t even imagine. I love to be amazed and in awe of the fact that I’m alive at all. Why don’t I feel that way all the time? Because I explain things to myself, and quickly move on to something else in my head. Get out of my head.
“Smash forehead on keyboard to continue.”
–Anon.
Tuesday Too # 23
1.) Do you have a friend like Mr. Potatoehead? In other words do you have a friend that trouble seems to follow like a bad penny? Tell us about that friend or one of his/her bad pennies?
2.) Was there something you really meant to accomplish, or really wanted to do that you didn’t do last week? How come you didn’t do it?
3.) Pretend you’re in the market for a therapist. What would be the therapist’s most desirable quality? Why that one?
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“If you don’t learn to laugh at troubles, you won’t have anything to laugh at when you grow old.”
–Edward W. Howe
Train Derails Outside D.C.
The Capital Limited Amtrak train derailed in Kensington, approximately 10 miles from D.C.’s Union Station this afternoon at 2:15. At this time it’s known that at least 6 cars and possibly 8 are derailed and lying on their sides; 194 people were traveling southbound on the train from Chicago to Washington D.C. At least 6 people are critically injured, and have been taken to area hospitals. Many others with injuries are being treated on site. Fire and police rescue teams are still helping passengers climb out of the cars.
If you’re concerned about a friend or family member traveling on that train, here’s the Amtrak for information number: 1-800-523-9101
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Potatoehead Pancake
I thought Mr. Potatoehead was a friend of yours; surely you’re not going to eat him?
Of course not. I’m referring to the time I saw Mr. Potatoehead’s face in a pancake; it was quite like the experience of the woman who saw Jesus in a taco shell. I’m just kidding; what I’m really referring to is the time Mr. Potatoehead, disguised as a pancake, entered the local Denny’s restaurant.
Why was he disguised as a pancake?
The regulations on driver’s licenses require Potatoes to be at least able to see over the dashboard; however, pancakes are eligible to drive when they are capable of stacking. Mr. Potatoehead at the age of twenty five, knew he was not going to reach the required height, and thus had come up with the ingenious idea of passing himself off as a pancake.
But why go to Denny’s?
Since we did not thoroughly understand the nature of pancake stacking, we though it was a good place to start. Trouble began as soon as we entered the establishment. Pancake pandemonium broke out of the kitchen, screaming obscenities and hurling scrambled eggs at not only Mr. Potatoehead, but at the innocent clientele as well. The once docile patrons, now tipped over chairs and upset tables in their mad rush to escape the flying eggs. Knives and forks began to rattle like sabers, and Pancakes leapt off of plates and began jockeying for life saving positions. Mr. Potatoehead’s plan; however, ingenious had unwittingly started the Pancake Revolution.
I never heard of the Pancake Revolution?
It’s been kept under wraps for a very long time. As a matter of fact, the Pancake Revolution marks the beginning of the end of species specific regulations. Now that’s a wrap fact in a manner of speaking, even though speaking of spoken is verboten.
“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.”
–Jules de Gautier