Monday, February 22, 2010

Head on keyboard

Rule: Write in the morning. Or failing that, because we all have day jobs and not everybody's a morning person, get adequate amounts of sleep. It's different for everybody. Most importantly, don't spend half your night doing one type of creative thing that expect to conjure enough brain power to write properly.

WHYYYYYYYYYYy am I so tired? WHYYYYYYYYYY?? I'm beginning to think I have some sort of thyroid issue. But it isn't swollen, so I don't know what's going on. Did you know your thyroid is in your neck? I don't really feel like there's a lot in my neck. A tube for food and drink, a tube for air, a tube for demons. Turns out there's other junk like glands.

So in other news, I'm having breakfast for dinner because I'm lazy and sleepy. Tomorrow, however, I believe I'm going to make a pecan pie.

BAM that's what I'm gonna eat. Eggs over easy on Muenster on toast. I'm going to eat it like this: pick up like a pizza. Eat all the white and cheese and toast portion. Nibble around yolk portion to get as close as possible without breaking the yolk. Do a couple rounds of nervous nibbling. Shove the yolk and cheese and toast portion completely into mouth (now you understand the nibbles). Enjoy the runny and creamy yolk, combining with the buttery cheese, on top of the crunchy toast. All the flavors completely conserved in the mouth. Yes, it is as grostesque and ridiculous as it appears.

On top of it all, I've been reading a lot of and it turns out, my feeds are not as interesting or offensive. You win some, you lose some. Off to bed or else this will get our of control.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Time to revise old writing.

A bit of lighthearted fun in considering everyday objects.

Spends its days making some ideas more important than others. It is the color of citrus fruits sent in from joyful, sunny places. Eye-attractant, it pulls your attention like a burly sailor pulls a man who's gone overboard. Something this powerful shouldn't cost under a dollar. But you're not going to tell the corporates that. It's an interpreter of text, a summarizer, a distiller of meaning. It's a cylinder of controlled liquid epiphany. It is your cue to say, "Aha!"

Ballad of the TP

Toilet paper rolls
Sit soft and white
Like unhatched eggs in a nest.
They wait in the dark cabinet
Only to have their lives
In the light.

Rule: Make yourself look at your old writing. Cry a little bit. Then try to make it better.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Ugh inky augh augh orp.

I joined Twitter a while back, and lots of people tweet about what they're thinking, who they're with, what they're doing, and where they are. I've noticed in the "where" tweets, that humans, even with all these maps, navigation technology, general technology, and hell, language, still refer to places by natural landmarks and topography. Every city seems to have a "hill" that they're on, or people mention what mountain they're facing, what valley they're in. It's nice to know that deep down inside, we're still cavemen navigating locally by the land, and that we connect to it by communicating our location to others. It feels both instinctual and tribal.

I'm here, on this landmark. When I'm gone, this landmark will still be here. And somebody will be standing there, announcing his presence to somebody in our community. They will hear him, and they will know where he is by sight, or by memory. They'll be able to feel the strength that it takes to climb a hill in their legs, or remember the feeling of wind through their garments as they enter a valley. They might hear the lapping of a lake and know the curve of the shoreline: it reminds them of the line of a woman's body, as she walks away. They'll know in their minds and their bodies exactly where he is.

Or they'll look it up on Google Maps.

Rule: Be a caveman sometimes. Memorize places with your body.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Speaking of...

So I had taken a few photos of a present that I DID complete, but forgot to post them. WHOOPSIE. I had gotten my boy a fancy wine-tasting class, but just printing out an email and giving it to him would've been fine, but I wanted slightly more panache. Thought it might be fun to have a bit of a steampunk feel to it instead of going for a more obvious motif. All lettering and embellishment done by hand.

Rule: look up all components of your project before you start using scissors. or measure twice cut once or something. I forgot to look up what real clock/watch movements looked like and one of my gears is a little funny-looking.