P o c k e t CT

Here is what i did at 6am this morning when I got up early instead of any of the following, and more pressing, things on my todo list

• marking up the zoning bylaws for the planning board
• making a better draft of the web design I need for Sunday
• getting ready for the photoshop class I may be teaching starting a week from Thursday
• Figuring out meta tags to get CatalogBob better search engine results
• Any of the myriad home things I should have done like water the garden or start laundry

I saw two of these today one on Blogography and the second on Therapy Beckons.
They are pretty cool. Notice that I am all ready to go contra dancing, my hair is dyed punk under belly and my cartoon self actually finds big mushrooms.

I just ran into my childhood friend that I haven’t seen in twelve years. I ran into her right when I moved here and then lost track of her completely. As I was coming back from lunch errands and I see her and stare. She starts staring back with a look –I know you, but who are you… then we both have it and I say “holy shit, no way!”

We met when I was five, she lived across the street from me and had the nerve to own the same winter coat as me. Even though I had my coat on, I believe I accused her of stealing mine. Our childhood friendship was full of imagination based games, which she was absolutely fabulous at. We named things and places in our neighborhood, rode our bikes to the lil’ peach. One time we spied a treasure of change on the road. It was more than ten bucks in coins and stuffed ourselves on sugary things and carbonated beverages. I remember stepping on more than one beehive with her in the woods, a serious issue as she was allergic. From it I learned that if you can stay very still, you may not get stung. Even though she was deadly allergic, she was really good at that. We made whirlpools in her pool so that only the center needed vacuuming and one time rescued a chipmunk from her cat that ended up on our heads. She being a year older than me had to explain to me what an orgasm was after lending me a book that may have been a wee bit more graphic than any I had read before. She knew about all kinds of things I looked up to, in both the brainiac and edgey arenas. I even think she is the one who decided to actually count the number of licks it takes to get to the bottom of a tootsie roll pop on a long drive to Hermit Island Campground in Maine. If any of you are curious it was 3,237.

When Robin told me that someone from way back contacted her, this friend is who I think of, the one I feel might make it worth joining classmates.com or something. I feel very lucky today which really has changed my mood from the craptastic place it was this morning.

Oh yeah everyone. Tomorrow is camera day. I love my Kodak CX7530 that goes with me everywhere. Who do you love?

I am reading “Rant: An Oral Biography of Buster Casey” by Chuck Palahniuk. At the beginning of this book there is a lot of foreshadowing of a plague who the main character plays a Typhoid Mary role in starting. A few days ago I had a dream I was infected, going to die shortly and was in quarantine. This all was bad news in my dream but what was worse was that no one would give me my computer. In my night consciousness dying is bad but not being able to email or draw with photoshop intolerable.
The book has just took a big turn – I give it an A+ for good mind fuck I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised from the genius that gave us “fight club”

Rebekah sucked me back into MySpace, Urgh, so now I have both Facebook and that. I deleted it a few years ago because it simultaneously made me feel like and ego maniac and a snob. Writing the profile caused the first and never checking the blasted thing caused the latter. Lucky for me, Rebekah knows my password and me really well so she dolled up my profile. Maybe I will less of a snob now as well. Maybe if you will befriend me I will be way better at it.

I am not so good with these social networking venues. Maybe she will also be able to deal with the onslaught of messages like “Your profile have intersted me, so I decided to write to you. I hope I can have a chance to talk to you and know you more and more. I want also to know Plus about your culture and your country.
I hope to hear from you soon. ”
what do you say to
“Hello..
Am <>.I looked into your profile and i which we could meet becuase it seems we are fit to be together..”
What I really want to say is I am not fit to be with anyone who whiches we could meet.
This may be even more fun than the train wreck that is yahoo personals. I can’t stand to watch so I just changed my status to married. Will that do the trick?

Anyone see a UFO last night? If you did it may not have been ethereal visitation and your eyes may have been functioning just fine. Two bright lights crossing the sky at 9:20pm est were the International space station and the space shuttle who recently separated. They were as bright as the planets that were visible, a little bit apart from each other and hoofed it across the whole sky in under three minutes. It was pretty exciting to watch. This will be visible over the next couple days but closer to the horizon – here is the schedule for where you are at.

I am so totally thieving this idea from Erin O’Brien that I first need to give her due props.

There are a few blogs in my google reader that I love so much I have to click as soon as I see bold and a number. Erin’s is in that short list. If you haven’t visited forget reading this post and go now; you need to. She is one ballsy babe. Take for example her post from today, she is taking the world to the mat for over airbrushing nudes to the point of flatness. This is a cause that makes my want to join in the bell ringing. Can we please get some more real sexy back? Pretty please? A while ago she started posting art that is in her house. I so hope that she doesn’t mind that I am completely copying her idea. Well it is the greatest form of flattery. I will follow that up with that Erin I think you are totally hot, love your writing and would do at least some of the herculean trials to get to pose for my figure drawing group. You have real women beauty.

So here is the painting that Donna Horn did her last year in art school. I pick this to post because I had a party this weekend and 2littlefish said it was disturbing. At a painting class, Donna was amazed at the total pretentious attitude of the models. She is known for doing the most flattering paintings of people. She will stylize you to a goddess, give you wings and make you feel immortal. She also has a snarky sense of humor. When faced with these two models who obviously thought they were all that for being well a model, went to get the biggest canvas she could find (48″ x 30″.) She then acted up her artist best. She stood away from the canvas, thought hard about the poses, measured between her thumb and index finger to get the proportion just right. Dipped, peeked, swooshed and used the tube to put in the mouthes and nipples. This is the exact pose of the self absorbed maniacs. She relished their horror when she showed them the finished product.
Now I love this painting. I had it in my bedroom for a while but wanted to be able to show it without having to show that I can’t control my laundry sometimes. Now it is over the kitchen table. What do you think? Is 2littlefish on with disturbing or do you love it too?