(altought outside the window a small terrier just went by wearing booties).
ok, here's the question, for survey, debate, or conversation....
what's the deal with the pressure you put on yourself?
do you find yourself hung up about where you are with your life or what you're doing in a moment or a friendship, and upon further inspection discover that the only reason you're angsty is because of some internal expectation or pressure?
and when that happens, and you acknowledge that it's a pressure or expectation of your own making, does it go away? and if not, why not? how is it that acknowledgement isn't enough to bring peace?
thoughts?
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
la la la!
the sun is out, the sky is blue, and i lied, the content of this blog apparently WILL be a weather report!
hahahahahahahaha!
hahahahahahahaha!
Friday, January 20, 2006
coming down the pipe. or whatever
someone once corrected me and said that that expression is actually "coming down the pike", but as i don't live in a place with turnpikes, and can't imagine what a large whitefish has to do with it, i'll go with my version.
by april 1st, i will have opened four shows and been to the usitt conference in louisville. i may have mentioned that before, but let me just say that now that i'm in the process, and facing 40hours/week of work from a temp agency (data entry, for an adoption agency, starting maybe monday), i'm ASTOUNDED by it. the truth of the matter (which seems a little more evident, and upbeat, today that yesterday, or more accurately in this moment than in the ones on either side), is that i just spend three years living a minimum of 70hours/week of work. and frankly, the thing that was hardest for me from august until now was the lack of structure and busy-ness in my life. so here i go.
it's hard to even remember the chipperness with which i reported blue skies when i returned --it's grey, grey, grey, and although i have nothing to really complain about at 22degrees and warmer (i mean, this is january in the frozen north, it could and probably will be MUCH worse), i have to say that the grey grey grey, i am over. as i type, literally, a bright spot beams through the clouds. this is what passes for sun at this time of the year. 10 am, and peeping over the roof top of the three story building across the street is spot bright enough to blind you momentarily if you get too greedy and look too closely, but not bright enough to actually impart a smile or any vitamins.
all in all, though, it's ok. i'm busy, which i crave, and the days fly by toward visits with jacob and spring time weather. it will all work itself out. the first show to open is SCAPIN, which will be fun, and then SLAG HEAP, A PIECE OF MY HEART, and TANGO. there may be fewer posts until this insanity is over, but hopefully there will be pictures soon. can't wait to show you my work... in spite of how busy i am, and the fabulous tourism promotion i've just done, you should come visit. it's a great town no matter what time of year.... =)
by april 1st, i will have opened four shows and been to the usitt conference in louisville. i may have mentioned that before, but let me just say that now that i'm in the process, and facing 40hours/week of work from a temp agency (data entry, for an adoption agency, starting maybe monday), i'm ASTOUNDED by it. the truth of the matter (which seems a little more evident, and upbeat, today that yesterday, or more accurately in this moment than in the ones on either side), is that i just spend three years living a minimum of 70hours/week of work. and frankly, the thing that was hardest for me from august until now was the lack of structure and busy-ness in my life. so here i go.
it's hard to even remember the chipperness with which i reported blue skies when i returned --it's grey, grey, grey, and although i have nothing to really complain about at 22degrees and warmer (i mean, this is january in the frozen north, it could and probably will be MUCH worse), i have to say that the grey grey grey, i am over. as i type, literally, a bright spot beams through the clouds. this is what passes for sun at this time of the year. 10 am, and peeping over the roof top of the three story building across the street is spot bright enough to blind you momentarily if you get too greedy and look too closely, but not bright enough to actually impart a smile or any vitamins.
all in all, though, it's ok. i'm busy, which i crave, and the days fly by toward visits with jacob and spring time weather. it will all work itself out. the first show to open is SCAPIN, which will be fun, and then SLAG HEAP, A PIECE OF MY HEART, and TANGO. there may be fewer posts until this insanity is over, but hopefully there will be pictures soon. can't wait to show you my work... in spite of how busy i am, and the fabulous tourism promotion i've just done, you should come visit. it's a great town no matter what time of year.... =)
Monday, January 09, 2006
from blue skies to blue skies....
from 50 degrees to 30...not that bad, all things considered.
from potholes to potholes and from too much going on to too much to do. and that's about where the similarities between california and minneapolis end...
it was a trip. a certifiable time...
thai food, good visits, shakin it in san jo and san francisco (peter's fabled pink lives up to its reputation for fine beats in a totally unpretentious atmosphere), christmas decorations, warm meals and great wine with friends from far and wide, RAIN, getting to show jacob my "natural habitat" (although it's been rightly stated that i don't have a natural habitat), the redwoods, the coast, the tidepools, the food, the reconnecting with long losts, the champagne toasts and new years kisses without the miles between, the arranging of sofa beds in the RAIN, the magic of sea ranch (where we're all adolescent, for better and worse, no matter how close to thirty we get), more thai food, bellying up to the bar at the peso drinking birthday jaeger with maya, willie brown at the globe and guiness creme brulee, pancakes and grilled cheese on a saturday....
happy new year
from potholes to potholes and from too much going on to too much to do. and that's about where the similarities between california and minneapolis end...
it was a trip. a certifiable time...
thai food, good visits, shakin it in san jo and san francisco (peter's fabled pink lives up to its reputation for fine beats in a totally unpretentious atmosphere), christmas decorations, warm meals and great wine with friends from far and wide, RAIN, getting to show jacob my "natural habitat" (although it's been rightly stated that i don't have a natural habitat), the redwoods, the coast, the tidepools, the food, the reconnecting with long losts, the champagne toasts and new years kisses without the miles between, the arranging of sofa beds in the RAIN, the magic of sea ranch (where we're all adolescent, for better and worse, no matter how close to thirty we get), more thai food, bellying up to the bar at the peso drinking birthday jaeger with maya, willie brown at the globe and guiness creme brulee, pancakes and grilled cheese on a saturday....
happy new year
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