did you know?
In PA (oh! wait! know any other states which go by their post office initials? Is it just too difficult to spell?) anyway, in PA everything is just 4 miles down the road. Yep. Four miles. This is according to my MIL’s man-friend Wade.
Never mind TMI – Three Mile Island – it’s an island – doesn’t count.
SIDEBAR: I actually lived through? during? TMI’s potential nuclear meltdown. We are approximately 50ish miles away, but I’m pretty sure that ain’t far enough if a nuke actual goes. But what I remember is that our schools’ gyms/activity rooms were going to be shelter’s for people living close to the actual TMI towers. And then President Jimmy Carter came and put on that crazy hazmat suit to “tour” the facility, thus proving how safe it was. ToTs CrAy….. doesn’t he have cancer now?
Where was I going with all that? Going! Ha – location joke – PA – 4 miles. Anyway, it’s true, look it up.
I’ve been thinking about this whole BLOG phenomenon and that I might like to “do” one. But about WHAT? What do I have to say which would be of interest to anyone? Nothing really. Plus, you know, there’s sooooooo much out there – it boggles (or is that bloggles) the mind! I had no idea. There are so many funny, creative, interesting people blogging. Some are so beautiful. Oh the FOOD blogs – great recipes, sweet antidotes, fab photos – love the food blogs! And the “let’s be crafty” shit! Where do people come up with all these ideas? It’s just like Facebook, I feel horribly inadequate, totally sub-par.
I’m hoping I will be able to share my art and design skills . . .
My skewed slant on life? Am I unique? I dunno, I know I’d like to think so; but maybe I’m not. Maybe all our experiences are similar in the end. And it’s all relative anyway isn’t it? Can I make you laugh? Can I make you cry? Can I make you see?
How about I share things which make me laugh, cry, see?
American Beauty is one of my favorite movies. If you haven’t watched it – you should. It touched me. And below are two lines from it:
Lester Burnham: [narrating] I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time… For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars… And yellow leaves, from the maple trees, that lined our street… Or my grandmother’s hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper… And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird… And Janie… And Janie… And… Carolyn. I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me… but it’s hard to stay mad, when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life… You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday.
Ricky Fitts: It was one of those days when it’s a minute away from snowing and there’s this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. Right? And this bag was just dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. That’s the day I realized that there was this entire life behind things, and this incredibly benevolent force that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video’s a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember… I need to remember… Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world, I feel like I can’t take it, and my heart is just going to cave in.
I sense I’m babbling.
I painted today. I think I told you last time, I’m taking a class to learn web design. I don’t really think it’s going very well. The “cody-bits” as the professor refers to them get the better of me. It’s an ugly, unfamiliar language. But, yes, I am also taking a painting workshop through our local council for the arts. It’s with Ski Holm, who, no shit, is an amazing artist and a good teacher and really just an all around good guy. Yeah, I idolize him just a little bit. Sad statement on education, I have a BFA and have attended not one, not two but three different colleges studying art and I learned more about painting from Ski. I have a bachelors in fine art, the minor of which was painting, and I didn’t know how to paint in oils. I owe my knowledge in acrylics to Judith Briggs, but no one had taught me oils, or anything about creating a palette or what that meant….. The class right now is just a dedicated 3 hours each week to oil paint. There is a still-life but I brought in a painting of a barn I started several years ago (I’m embarrassed to say how long ago). The barn was destroyed by an arsonist, so I’m working from photos. I took a three-day workshop (also with Ski) in February about Daily Painting. In case you missed the gist: I’m trying to figure out how to be a better artist or maybe really be an artist PERIOD and just maybe earn some money painting, graphic designing….
okay, I’m tired.
more tomorrow?
and perhaps I’ll explain the title ……
several tomorrows later…
sigh.
yeah. so anyway.
Time to wrap-n-post. As I went to sleep the other nite, thinking about this blog thing, I wondered, “what do I have to offer the ‘world’?” I still don’t know that I have anything to offer, so maybe this is really just for me? My most favorite blog is The Bloggess aka: Jenny Lawson. She is magnificent. Irreverent, funny, touching, thought provoking, odd, inspiring, just a f*in good laugh – look up Beyonce the Big Metal Chicken on her site. Here’s the link (see aren’t I nice, I did the work for you!)
“And that’s why you should learn to pick your battles.”
OK. Now I’m done. I don’t know that I have anything worthwhile or even not so worth while to offer the WORLD but I am here, like it or not – which is often how I feel.
Shit! I promised the what the? answer to the title. Sadly it doesn’t seem nearly as funny as it did that nite but we were watching Life in Pieces and the neighbors were filming porn and that made me ponder why would you film your own porn? Legit porn is bad enuf, but amateur? icky. And something was mentioned that maybe if you were well endowed… and then I believe my dear husband said, (are you ready?) “If it hung to the floor, I’d do porn.”
THE END.
analog vs digital 