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Moving Forward

The question is where to live, but it’s not an easy question to answer. Where is the money? The money. Anything we do, we need $$$ to survive. And shelter. And food. And a nice comfortable bed. And a backyard. And crochet. And a line to hang the laundry out to dry in the summer when it’s warm out. Time to be creative. Creative. Because being creative is my job.

It just doesn’t always pay the bills.

Today it is warm with a breeze. All the graduates were in their gowns, their parents in MDen t-shirts excited to be part of something. The kids are living their parents’ dreams. Graduates. To have graduated. To have accomplished something. To hold a degree. To have a dream. A dream to survive in the world by doing what they love. Feel passionate about. PASSIONATE.

Compassionate for others. Wanting to make a difference in people’s lives, or for the environment, or for animals, or for plants, or for something in the medical division… or something.. Wanting to achieve something. Anything. As many times possible. There is possibility in dreams. 

And then taking the steps to get there. One step at a time. Two steps at a time. A half step backward. Two steps forward. One step to the left and then one half step to the right. Left right left right. Forward backward forward backward and to the left, to the right. Forward back forward back.

FORWARD.

The Art of Office Humor

Now that I have a day job (and less time to update this wonderful blog), I thought I’d devote a blog post specifically to the art of good office humor.

Office Linebacker:

You and Office Safety:

That’s all for now. Time for bed!! Gotta work tomorrow morning.

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One Day at a Time

Good Jokes

Time tics away in blog world

Hi folks,

I’ve been attempting to come up with something creative to write for the last hour or so, but for the life of me I just can’t think of anything witty to say. I’m curious to learn how other famous bloggers manage to channel their creative blog juices over and over again…. Certainly the world wide web is a source of inspiration- all the info and prompts one could ever want are an instant click away. But…. for some reason, none of them are really catching my fancy tonight.

And so I sit and stare at this empty blog post..

Tic, toc. Tic, toc. Tic, toc.

Time is passing by as I write. I don’t often read how long it takes other bloggers to write a post. If you were getting paid to write a blog post, how many hours would you be clocking in by the week?

And yet, this blogging thing is not about the job, necessarily. It’s about… sharing ideas with the world.

Even if those ideas are sometimes… a bit on the slow side. Slyly waiting underneath the rug for the right time to reveal themselves.

And so time keeps ticking. Waiting for the next blog post inspiration.

Until then, I will continue to artfully clock my time in anticipation.

The Art of Sitting in an Art Gallery (and watching lo-fi horror films)

So I’m doing a workstudy job of sitting for four hours every Tuesday in an art gallery. This is the first time I’ve ever worked in an art gallery, and lemme tell ya- for the most part, it’s pretty damn quiet. In fact, as I’m writing this blog post now, I’m sitting in the gallery. I can see straight outside all the passerby with their paper coffee cups, earphones and college t-shirts. Some of them glance at the gallery, a few stop, and most walk right by. In the two hours that I’ve been here today, ONE person has stopped in for a VERY QUICK glance at a few paintings while trying to avoid eye contact with me before rushing out again. So, for the most part, I have lots of time to do my own work, like writing spontaneous blog posts and watching lo-fi horror films on youtube.

Here’s a preview of some of the films I’ve been devouring:

“The Stuff” (1985), directed by Larry Cohen

“Plan 9 From Outer Space” (1959), directed by Ed Wood

“Robot Monster” (1953), directed by Phil Tucker

“The Horror of Party Beach: (1960s), directed by Del Tenney

Seriously, I could go on and on, but I think I’ll stop there for now. Four hours is a decent amount of time to watch this stuff.

I’ve been on a crazy old-school horror film kick for the past few months. It’s funny, because for the most part I’ve never been much of a horror fan- I was the kid who had nightmares for months in 4th grade because of the birthday slumber party that screened Ghost. I’m also the type who squiggles uncomfortably at the slightest drop of blood, and who in general is fearful of imminent death that looms pretty much everywhere. Which is perhaps why my recent interest in lo-fi, DIY horror films is more appropriate; i.e. films that are obviously fake. Fake = not real = it probably won’t ever happen. Which is more comforting than, say, current-day films about real-life serial killers and how they managed to actually slaughter real people like you and me. Thanks, but not thanks. I’ll go for the fake puppet monsters and ice cream containers that explode…

Anyway, that’s what I’m doing today in the art gallery. And just in case you were worried about the future of art in the gallery, there have been a few more people who have wandered in since I started writing this blog post. Luckily, most of them have been more interested in the art than talking to me, leaving me to bathe in my own lo-fi horror watching glory.