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You have to jump in somewhere.... I chose experience. Do you respect me for that?
You have to jump in somewhere.... I chose experience. Do you respect me for that?
When it comes to the perfect woman, I'm most satisfied with an aspiring effigy to humble elegancy.
Just watched the Golden Globes, a few comments:
Congrats to Ledger - What a shame
Spielberg should get the lifetime award every year!
Slumdog Millionaire - I'm want to see this... sounds great
The Wrestler - Looking forward to this one as well
Tine Fey - The smartest, most classy women in show business. Deserved a globe just for her Palin impersonation
Bruce Springsteen - Congrats, but I was pulling for Peter Gabriel
Congrats to Ledger - What a shame
Spielberg should get the lifetime award every year!
Slumdog Millionaire - I'm want to see this... sounds great
The Wrestler - Looking forward to this one as well
Tine Fey - The smartest, most classy women in show business. Deserved a globe just for her Palin impersonation
Bruce Springsteen - Congrats, but I was pulling for Peter Gabriel
I once toured Venus with a monkey,
The caverns were his delight.
Every crevice was a riddle,
but every rock he thought might bite.
I grew leery of my companion, and sought to leave him there,
the truth was painfully obvious, of the monkey I should beware.
(My monkey was religion... what was, or is, yours?)
The caverns were his delight.
Every crevice was a riddle,
but every rock he thought might bite.
I grew leery of my companion, and sought to leave him there,
the truth was painfully obvious, of the monkey I should beware.
(My monkey was religion... what was, or is, yours?)
Help take back the winter solstice from the Christians!
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Here is the perfect site to get you started http://godisimaginary.com/
Then visit Wikipedia to learn the "Real" history of Christmas http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas
"It's getting cold out there", I tell the dog.
The wall creaks, the wind moans, and the warmth of the day migrates slowly from the floorboards to the crawl space, and eventually to the outside. It swirls up into the night and mingles with the cold ash from a nearby chimney. I try to seal a few of the cracks with some newspaper, but it makes no difference. The heat wants to leave, so I let it.
The grey light, that earlier dusted the ground from above the endless layer of clouds, is gone. I don't expect it will return anytime soon. An abandoned light bulb sets angled on the floor, there's nothing in the frayed old wires leading to it anyway.
There's a yellowish shadow bending in from a street lamp down the road, it makes the house seem frail and hurt. I'm just another stranger who snuck-in from the cold and sits unnoticed beneath the pealing paint. The old house pays me no mind.
There's a fireplace, but it's dark, dank and void of wood, its dampener hangs from a rusty hinge. To light it would draw more attention than I need. I hear the sound of an old truck, going God knows where, echoing down through the bricks from above. The cold from outside wants to come in, so I let it.
I pull my canvas jacket out, put it on, and sit leaning against a wall. The dog curls up beside me and offers warmth, but has little to spare. The hard floor takes what heat we have and wants more. I can hear the wind blowing again, always the wind.
Another wall pops then groans out of sight somewhere, this time answered by a floor joist. I know it's just the last of the heat being wretched into the night, I let it go.
The wall creaks, the wind moans, and the warmth of the day migrates slowly from the floorboards to the crawl space, and eventually to the outside. It swirls up into the night and mingles with the cold ash from a nearby chimney. I try to seal a few of the cracks with some newspaper, but it makes no difference. The heat wants to leave, so I let it.
The grey light, that earlier dusted the ground from above the endless layer of clouds, is gone. I don't expect it will return anytime soon. An abandoned light bulb sets angled on the floor, there's nothing in the frayed old wires leading to it anyway.
There's a yellowish shadow bending in from a street lamp down the road, it makes the house seem frail and hurt. I'm just another stranger who snuck-in from the cold and sits unnoticed beneath the pealing paint. The old house pays me no mind.
There's a fireplace, but it's dark, dank and void of wood, its dampener hangs from a rusty hinge. To light it would draw more attention than I need. I hear the sound of an old truck, going God knows where, echoing down through the bricks from above. The cold from outside wants to come in, so I let it.
I pull my canvas jacket out, put it on, and sit leaning against a wall. The dog curls up beside me and offers warmth, but has little to spare. The hard floor takes what heat we have and wants more. I can hear the wind blowing again, always the wind.
Another wall pops then groans out of sight somewhere, this time answered by a floor joist. I know it's just the last of the heat being wretched into the night, I let it go.
A "Mustache on the Mona Lisa"..... that's my description of many of the tattoos and body art I have seen on women. (NOT ALL... but most).
I can't convince myself to get a tattoo or body art. Not because I'm a prude, or because I look down on it in anyway. It's just that as a designer, artist, photographer, and "creative guy", I could just never marry myself to one style of art for more than a few months.
I look at some of the "art" coming out of the ink shops and say, "Yeah... OK I get it, kinda of nice", but what will I think of this art in 2 years or even 10 years? 18 months from now I might not want this ink on my bumper, more less on my arm! I would hate to look in the mirror and be daily reminded of what I thought to be "cool" circa 1993. My perception of aesthetics changes to rapidly.
Also, I have a real guy thing for women... I recall a song lyric I heard years ago, "Don't they know that women are the ONLY works of art". Ladies your bodies are beautiful and perfect as they are without any adornments. So when I see a skull on your sleeve, wings on your back, a snake around your thigh... my first reaction is not "cool", but to say..."Look, someone just painted a mustache on the Mona Lisa".
But.. ok that said, I get the self expression thing and "making a statement". I would NEVER take that away from anyone. My thoughts here are aimed at me alone. I might completely change my mind if someone could invent the 2 year tattoo. Man if I was working at an ink shop this would be goal number one. A semi-permanent ink job that would last about 24 months, then slowly fade, would send business through the roof!
I can't convince myself to get a tattoo or body art. Not because I'm a prude, or because I look down on it in anyway. It's just that as a designer, artist, photographer, and "creative guy", I could just never marry myself to one style of art for more than a few months.
I look at some of the "art" coming out of the ink shops and say, "Yeah... OK I get it, kinda of nice", but what will I think of this art in 2 years or even 10 years? 18 months from now I might not want this ink on my bumper, more less on my arm! I would hate to look in the mirror and be daily reminded of what I thought to be "cool" circa 1993. My perception of aesthetics changes to rapidly.
Also, I have a real guy thing for women... I recall a song lyric I heard years ago, "Don't they know that women are the ONLY works of art". Ladies your bodies are beautiful and perfect as they are without any adornments. So when I see a skull on your sleeve, wings on your back, a snake around your thigh... my first reaction is not "cool", but to say..."Look, someone just painted a mustache on the Mona Lisa".
But.. ok that said, I get the self expression thing and "making a statement". I would NEVER take that away from anyone. My thoughts here are aimed at me alone. I might completely change my mind if someone could invent the 2 year tattoo. Man if I was working at an ink shop this would be goal number one. A semi-permanent ink job that would last about 24 months, then slowly fade, would send business through the roof!
Very excited about the Obama win and I'm looking forward to four new years!
Let's all hang in there a little longer and maybe things will get better!
Let's all hang in there a little longer and maybe things will get better!
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