So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye.
Did you know that was how it was spelled or even said?!!!???
I just found this out.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Oh The Tangled Web We Weave
I was at Tomatino’s Pizza the other night enjoying a nice hour long PBR with some friends as we waited for our table (the only table that can sit over four people may I add). I was admiring all of the artwork they have for sale on the walls. They have anything from realistic works to a more abstract image that may remind you of a weird dream you once had, but bottom line is they are all pretty cool in their individual ways.
Then I saw the tiny little sheet of paper underneath each piece stating the requested price. I was astonished. I know how much it does NOT cost to create a painting. I mean, yes, some canvases are more expensive and paints can take a paycheck, but not these. Even if they did use the nicer paints, the canvas was only about 8x8 to maybe 12x12. Seriously, you can get these in packs of three for under $10 at Hobby Lobby. Oh, and you use the same paints on each painting! These prices would have covered your paint cost for an entire series in the selling of one piece of work.
The prices were not outlandish in theory, but for these paintings, I would say they could be negotiated down and still make a pretty penny. So, I got to thinking. I paint. I am not all that good, but I paint and I like them. I could definitely use some extra money to move along the “moving out of my parent’s house” project. So, I made a little call this afternoon and left a message to see what I can do about maybe getting some of my paintings on the wall.
Now, the only hill I have to get over is the idea of losing my paintings. I have this attachment to them, and I am terrified I will never see them again once they are sold. Each painting has a place on my wall so it can let the whole world see it (me). They have been the color that makes my home pretty and the uniqueness that has made my home mine. They cover my room now, making me relax when I walk in the door. So, I am supposed to let some stranger take them and I will never get to see them again or enjoy their presence again? It will be like they were never created and never existed. Oh the drama!
Now, just because a painting could end up on the wall at Tomatino’s Pizza does not guarantee it will sell. They may even put them up there and just take them all down again in a month only to be returned to my room. Now, I would be OK with that, but then you know I would be mad nobody liked them. So then I would just have to go eat worms. Again, drama.
So, you see where I am getting this web from? I get all tied up in things and then have a really hard time letting them go. Even though I know I can live with out them and once they are gone I get over it pretty fast. But still, it is a web and I made it. So now I have to untangle it, so that maybe I could make some money.
Then I saw the tiny little sheet of paper underneath each piece stating the requested price. I was astonished. I know how much it does NOT cost to create a painting. I mean, yes, some canvases are more expensive and paints can take a paycheck, but not these. Even if they did use the nicer paints, the canvas was only about 8x8 to maybe 12x12. Seriously, you can get these in packs of three for under $10 at Hobby Lobby. Oh, and you use the same paints on each painting! These prices would have covered your paint cost for an entire series in the selling of one piece of work.
The prices were not outlandish in theory, but for these paintings, I would say they could be negotiated down and still make a pretty penny. So, I got to thinking. I paint. I am not all that good, but I paint and I like them. I could definitely use some extra money to move along the “moving out of my parent’s house” project. So, I made a little call this afternoon and left a message to see what I can do about maybe getting some of my paintings on the wall.
Now, the only hill I have to get over is the idea of losing my paintings. I have this attachment to them, and I am terrified I will never see them again once they are sold. Each painting has a place on my wall so it can let the whole world see it (me). They have been the color that makes my home pretty and the uniqueness that has made my home mine. They cover my room now, making me relax when I walk in the door. So, I am supposed to let some stranger take them and I will never get to see them again or enjoy their presence again? It will be like they were never created and never existed. Oh the drama!
Now, just because a painting could end up on the wall at Tomatino’s Pizza does not guarantee it will sell. They may even put them up there and just take them all down again in a month only to be returned to my room. Now, I would be OK with that, but then you know I would be mad nobody liked them. So then I would just have to go eat worms. Again, drama.
So, you see where I am getting this web from? I get all tied up in things and then have a really hard time letting them go. Even though I know I can live with out them and once they are gone I get over it pretty fast. But still, it is a web and I made it. So now I have to untangle it, so that maybe I could make some money.
Mari Michael
Many times I have referred to my “List of Things To Do In Life”. I have found that some of these wants come more easily than others, yet accomplishing those more difficult wants brings more of a rush and element of confidence.
Among the many ludicrous dreams listed, I do have some that reach deep into the roll I really want to play in this world. I want to write a book. To be able to capture the essence of a story and its emotions in words and colors speaks immeasurable wonders to me, and I want to speak it to you.
A good friend of mine has a soul I envy and a mind I desire. She is one of the most captivating individuals I know and each time I talk to her or read her words, she moves me and chills me. To me, the process of writing a book is just that, a process. Meaning, it will take years to understand the curves and soul of the story I want to tell and how I want to tell it. It will take time and money to communicate this story to someone who can print it for me and lay it all out so that is comes together as one entity speaking to many. I want to be sure each line is heard and each page is perfectly portraying my image. Sometimes I just think too much.
Over the past eight months Mari Michael has traveled through three continents and 19 countries to find herself in Cairo, Egypt. She has been bursting with imagines and ideas through observations. When she started journaling her experiences, I told her she had to write some sort of travel guide when she returned home, but she has far exceeded my expectations. She has taken her life for the past eight months and captured it in the purest form of emotion and has written a book. She has managed to accomplish what I only dream to accomplish before I die! Again, chills me.
You have to read this. The knowledge and the perspectives you will gain is astonishing. You will be moved to look at the world from angles you have never known. As a writer I see the world in words and colors and that is how I observe emotion. As an architect, Mari Michael sees the world in textures and patterns. Combining these two perspectives has at times felt a little overwhelming for me to take in at once, but I want to do it again and again. There are so many stories in this world to be told and so many objects that hold them. Now the challenge is hearing the stories and capturing their movement to reflect it back to you.
Mari Michael, I hope by reading this you get a sense of motivation that you are doing the right thing. Your path in life is strong and bountiful. God has blessed you with your intellect and ability to express it. God has blessed us, for allowing us to hear it. Thank you.
Zoom: A Travel Documentary Through Texture
Mari Michael’s blog
Among the many ludicrous dreams listed, I do have some that reach deep into the roll I really want to play in this world. I want to write a book. To be able to capture the essence of a story and its emotions in words and colors speaks immeasurable wonders to me, and I want to speak it to you.
A good friend of mine has a soul I envy and a mind I desire. She is one of the most captivating individuals I know and each time I talk to her or read her words, she moves me and chills me. To me, the process of writing a book is just that, a process. Meaning, it will take years to understand the curves and soul of the story I want to tell and how I want to tell it. It will take time and money to communicate this story to someone who can print it for me and lay it all out so that is comes together as one entity speaking to many. I want to be sure each line is heard and each page is perfectly portraying my image. Sometimes I just think too much.
Over the past eight months Mari Michael has traveled through three continents and 19 countries to find herself in Cairo, Egypt. She has been bursting with imagines and ideas through observations. When she started journaling her experiences, I told her she had to write some sort of travel guide when she returned home, but she has far exceeded my expectations. She has taken her life for the past eight months and captured it in the purest form of emotion and has written a book. She has managed to accomplish what I only dream to accomplish before I die! Again, chills me.
You have to read this. The knowledge and the perspectives you will gain is astonishing. You will be moved to look at the world from angles you have never known. As a writer I see the world in words and colors and that is how I observe emotion. As an architect, Mari Michael sees the world in textures and patterns. Combining these two perspectives has at times felt a little overwhelming for me to take in at once, but I want to do it again and again. There are so many stories in this world to be told and so many objects that hold them. Now the challenge is hearing the stories and capturing their movement to reflect it back to you.
Mari Michael, I hope by reading this you get a sense of motivation that you are doing the right thing. Your path in life is strong and bountiful. God has blessed you with your intellect and ability to express it. God has blessed us, for allowing us to hear it. Thank you.
Zoom: A Travel Documentary Through Texture
Mari Michael’s blog
Friday, July 24, 2009
Mamma Anne
How does she do it
Her legs cannot move her
Her arms cannot carry her
Her body cannot balance her
But she keeps picking herself back up
Time after time she falls only to be lifted
Lifted by her sons
Lifted by her soul
She may not eat or drink much anymore
But she is far from giving up
What is it she is reaching for to keep it up
What does she see standing before her, waiting
Her petite body cannot support her anymore
But she still smiles
She still moves each of us
The epitome of a lady to the very core
Always with her hair in place
A suite and jewelry like her mother taught her
She will not speak of the curse sitting upon her
Instead she embraces the company and smiles at the cards
She has always been the reason my family stays in touch
No matter how different we may be, our faith in her is parallel
We see bits and pieces of ourselves in her
Hoping every day we will absorb her being and walk in her ways
Her conversation is weak, but her mind is strong
She has a plan, something on her mind
What is it she thinks of every day
What is it that weighs on her heart
There is so much more I want to learn from her
I have so many more questions
How do I ask them
How do I understand
Her legs cannot move her
Her arms cannot carry her
Her body cannot balance her
But she keeps picking herself back up
Time after time she falls only to be lifted
Lifted by her sons
Lifted by her soul
She may not eat or drink much anymore
But she is far from giving up
What is it she is reaching for to keep it up
What does she see standing before her, waiting
Her petite body cannot support her anymore
But she still smiles
She still moves each of us
The epitome of a lady to the very core
Always with her hair in place
A suite and jewelry like her mother taught her
She will not speak of the curse sitting upon her
Instead she embraces the company and smiles at the cards
She has always been the reason my family stays in touch
No matter how different we may be, our faith in her is parallel
We see bits and pieces of ourselves in her
Hoping every day we will absorb her being and walk in her ways
Her conversation is weak, but her mind is strong
She has a plan, something on her mind
What is it she thinks of every day
What is it that weighs on her heart
There is so much more I want to learn from her
I have so many more questions
How do I ask them
How do I understand
Friday, July 17, 2009
Six Word Story
I was reading my weekly Field & Stream E-newsletter not too long ago when I ran across a literary phenomenon. Well, at least it was to me. I learned that back in the day, Hemingway made a bet in a bar that he could tell a story in just six words. The poor challenger left with his tail between his legs after reading what Hemingway wrote on his napkin: "For sale: Baby shoes, never worn".
Sometimes it is not what you say that makes the lasting impression, it is how you say it. I am a big believer in this theory and I think it makes all the difference in life and how you choose to love it. Hemingway was able to take you from a feeling of excitement in new beginnings to a sadness you find yourself not being able to completely understand in only six words.....only six seconds!! When I first read this story, my heart was racing. It was as if it was still trying to transition from the happy to the sad all the while not understanding what just happened.
I do not particularly like the theme of tragedy in my writing, but it has a way of capturing the true emotion and soul behind a story or a situation or even a word. It is moving, really. It makes me want to think within myself and even act positively towards others to try and solve it. All of this in only six words!!!
I keep thinking about the essence of the six word story and how I can use it. Do I use it in a letter to someone? Do I write a lot down day by day and make a song of it? Do I bring it up in conversation only to see what others can come up with? It is a good way to see inside someone else's mind and how it works. So I say yes to all of these!! Check out this site of some more six word stories: http://www.sixwordstories.net/. Some are very coy, some are a little creepy and some are pretty good. I like the ones you have to stop and think about for an extra second or so.
Try writing your own six word stories. Try it out on your friends when you are sitting around on the front porch just killing time. You would be surprised at the emotions you will experience together without a warning. It is quite the literart thrill. And to think, I got all of this from a fishing magazine. You never know where you will grow a little these days.
Sometimes it is not what you say that makes the lasting impression, it is how you say it. I am a big believer in this theory and I think it makes all the difference in life and how you choose to love it. Hemingway was able to take you from a feeling of excitement in new beginnings to a sadness you find yourself not being able to completely understand in only six words.....only six seconds!! When I first read this story, my heart was racing. It was as if it was still trying to transition from the happy to the sad all the while not understanding what just happened.
I do not particularly like the theme of tragedy in my writing, but it has a way of capturing the true emotion and soul behind a story or a situation or even a word. It is moving, really. It makes me want to think within myself and even act positively towards others to try and solve it. All of this in only six words!!!
I keep thinking about the essence of the six word story and how I can use it. Do I use it in a letter to someone? Do I write a lot down day by day and make a song of it? Do I bring it up in conversation only to see what others can come up with? It is a good way to see inside someone else's mind and how it works. So I say yes to all of these!! Check out this site of some more six word stories: http://www.sixwordstories.net/. Some are very coy, some are a little creepy and some are pretty good. I like the ones you have to stop and think about for an extra second or so.
Try writing your own six word stories. Try it out on your friends when you are sitting around on the front porch just killing time. You would be surprised at the emotions you will experience together without a warning. It is quite the literart thrill. And to think, I got all of this from a fishing magazine. You never know where you will grow a little these days.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Full Of It
So maybe you won't think this is funny. It is by far not anything outstanding or even "good". But it sure gave me a good hard laugh. We all know some things in life just turn all of a sudden and you are left sad and confused and un-accepting. So, when I felt like that I wrote some sad pieces and then I started to get a little pissed and well, this piece happened. It is a cheesy rhyme scheme and sounds like an idiot wrote it, and I am pretty sure that is what makes it so damn funny to me. Maybe you will laugh too, for whatever reason it makes you laugh.
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My darling’ love just said that he
Thinks that he is done with me
At one point all his love was clear
But that has been long over a year
I don’t believe he wants to quit
I just think he’s full of shit
So just go on and pack your car
I have a date waitin’ at the bar
Someone who will never be
As fit as you ever were for me
I’m not great I must admit
But I still think you are full of shit
I’m not gonna sit around here forever
So you better start getting familiar with never
One day you’ll see where you were wrong
And much to your surprise I’ll be gone
Some things I just have to quit
Cause love aint really that legit
Most guys aren’t even worth a bit
Or maybe I’m just full of shit
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My darling’ love just said that he
Thinks that he is done with me
At one point all his love was clear
But that has been long over a year
I don’t believe he wants to quit
I just think he’s full of shit
So just go on and pack your car
I have a date waitin’ at the bar
Someone who will never be
As fit as you ever were for me
I’m not great I must admit
But I still think you are full of shit
I’m not gonna sit around here forever
So you better start getting familiar with never
One day you’ll see where you were wrong
And much to your surprise I’ll be gone
Some things I just have to quit
Cause love aint really that legit
Most guys aren’t even worth a bit
Or maybe I’m just full of shit
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