Fixing stuff, myself included…
Moving Day
Can you guess what happened after making my big commitment. Spent much of today moving files, which luckily were on my hard drive to a new geocities site. Last night was kicked off anglefire (=denied access to my account). Most likely reason = my wild configuration of several image directories which I thought were allowing me to keep my blog going there. NOT! That said, and hours of agonzing labor pains later, I’m now the proud new parent of a geo baby.
What was the most difficult part of the birth process? Ftp failure over and over again getting the old 530 error (password or user name incorrect). Like everybody else out there, I know my own F-ing user name and password, thank you. Fix = finally changed my password and the ruby slippers began to click. I’m still working on “re URL-ing” my links, delete of old unnecessary test/transition posts and change over from archive list on main (not allowed on geocities) to a separate archive index. Will finally be able to sit back later today or tomorrow, and use this page for it’s intended purpose… ranting and raving and generally trying to figuring out what the hell it means to be alive, and just what it is I want to do with the rest of my life.
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Committed
I’ve committed myself to creating at least one post a day, and I’ve decided to be as real as possible within this forum meant for me. If anybody else is interested in what’s going on here, so be it. If not, fine. Yesterday I mentioned making a list of my “hats”.
Here’s a limited list in no particular order:
house painter
old psychology graduate student
imposter
painter
wantabee geek = what is behind that curtain?
programer
lucid dreamer
printmaker
Web designer
faux scholar
dream analyst
sometimes recovering alcoholic
sometimes not recovering
hypno therapist
romantic fool
debunker of myths
Most likely the list is incomplete, and maybe inaccurate; however it’s a place to begin. Shall I run through the list as it stands or write first about those which are most significant? Perhaps they are all equally signifcant, and I’ll close my eyes while pinning my finger to the screen (creating a sort of internet stigmata). Stigmata, that’s the place to begin. In the mid eighties (pre piercing days) I worked in Newark, NJ. I was wearing my printmaker hat at the time and was the only woman besides the secretary, in a small (20 person) sign shop. It was while working there, that I came up with the idea of a Stigmata Kit. The prototype sits proudly on my dresser top, a brightly colored tall red box with a photograph of an open palm on the lid of the box. On 2 sides of the box in white lettering:
What’s in the box:
10 copies of zerox palm prints
2 nails
1 rock
1 bottle blood red nail polish
1 pair of glasses, with nose, eyebrows and mustache attached
My dresser sits right up against the wall, and for many years, leaning against the wall behind the box, was an 18′ x 24′ cheap, framed print of Jesus complete with hallo and a dripping bleeding heart. About a year ago as I was dusting the top of the box, Jesus fell down behind the dresser, breaking the glass and destroying the frame. No I’m not going to tell you a story about seeing Jesus’s face in a taco or that the picture left an aura on the wall; however, the remains of print and glass still liter the floor under the dresser. Point of the confession = I’m not a very good housekeeper.
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So What kind of Blogger Are You?
Up at 6:00 this morning even though I would have to put last night in the quite rough category. Re yesterday’s post: made a few small changes on the Art Attack Central site. I decided not to change it’s look right now, but will reconsider a revamp later in the spring.
Decisions, decisions, decisions… “lions and tigers and bears, oh my”. Still undecided on what sort of persona/nonpersona I wish to convey on these pages, which are so far mostly about figuring out how to make this system behave in certain ways. Ha, sounds like me! How do I want my “system” to behave? or more to the point who is that under your hat? Perhaps I ought to make a list of the various hats I wear in order to avoid confusion (mine or yours). Today I feel like the person under my hat is rather pensively planning to elaborate on those things that make life worth hanging on to, at least another day or two.
Did you know we had a blue moon on Friday night? When you have two full moons in the same month, the second one is called a blue moon. “Ahhha so what”, you say. You just had to see it! In Baltimore the night was warm; by 8:30 the moon was high in the sky. Great white clouds were flying towards the northeast covering and uncovering the shinning disk. A night like that in late November, makes me wonder how anything could be wrong in a place (in a world) so lovely. How could there possibly be wars and famine and poverty; I watch entranced as the night sky flies over me?
And another thing, I’m not sure what direction this “blog thing” is going in either. How personal/impersonal do I really want to be? Do I want to wear a mask, or rip off all the cellophane and dance naked in the last row of the theatre, or do I want to find some more reasonable place in between?
YOU are the weakest link…goodbye
Must look at the design tomorrow. Still not sure it’s exactly what I want. And maybe, just perhaps tell you a little about Abbott (one of the “old guys” who’s a friend of mine) and who knows what else. Signing off for the night…
Road Trip
Off to Annapolis for a multitasking operation of sorts. Should be back around 3:00 Eastern standard time. Will post reviews and fill you in then. If you’ve ever seen that PBS sitcom “The Last of the Summer Wine”, you have some idea what my day will be like. Later…like tomorrow maybe, I’ll tell you about bumping down (the spare in the trunk needs a bolt) the road to Annapolis in my old 85′ beamer with two old guys that are friends of mine.