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Falling apart at the seams. Not...

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Falling apart at the seams. Not literally but kind of... Actually that line about falling apart came from a very obnoxious waiter at a Mexican restaurant, Ruiz Brothers, Ruiz Cantina, something like that. I dropped by looking for friends and had these odd pamphlets of no importance what so ever. Anyway the things are shoved in my jacket and in I stroll. Walk up to the table where they are all gathered and go to sit down. Pamphlets everywhere, it looked like someone hit a recycling truck. The happy one strolls by and utters the line "falling apart at the seams", and I've used it ever since. Which is what happened this last week.

In the midst of solid craziness I cracked a tooth leading to a crown. On top of that I also had to get this crazy lump removed... the world of fatty lumpy things... not fun. So here I am at work after a couple of days off and a little bit of pain. All is well though... going to seeing the third matrix movie this weekend with the sister, venturing off tonight to catch my nephew doing the choir thing. So life is pretty good... pain reminds you of this in the oddest way, I even called an old friend today. So there you go... say hello to people, enjoy life and all it's nuances. Mental note: write more, it feels good.

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Weekly Wrap-Up: #67 - Arts & Crafts

1. Do you enjoy arts & crafts? Why or why not?
I don't like the name Arts & Crafts. I enjoy things like Origami and other odd model creating hobbies. Cooking is enjoyable as well as sewing. The term a&c makes me think of ceramics, molds and such. There never appears to be that level of creativity in arts & crafts. If memory serves right though I did think it was a good time when we were kids.

2. What was your favorite arts & crafts project as a child? Why?
As kids we were also working on some goofy project. Tie die shirts, leather goods, papier mache, the different array of projects runs the gamut. I always thought those little lanyard things that you made for keychains in different colors were pretty cool. Hot pads for pots were pretty high on the list but I'd say the Tandy leather kits were the best.

3. What kinds of arts & crafts do you do now? Has this changed over time? If so, how and why?
If origami falls into this category I'd would say that would be it. I've always come back to origami, folding those odd little animals and what not. I remember third or fourth grade folding cranes and other small birds, paper airplanes were also quite nice.

4. What kind of arts & crafts would you like to learn how to do? Why?
Coming from quite an artistic family I wish I could learn to paint or draw well. I've taken classes but perhaps through lack of ambition or whatever neither comes.

5. Describe your ideal arts & crafts environment, whether it's at home, school, work, or elsewhere.
Home is ideal with someone I know well. Drinks are always nice to but I wouldn't recommend getting sloppy drunk to anyone. Especially if there are sharp implements near by but hey that's just me.

Bonus Unrelated Question: Freddy vs Jason opens this weekend... who exactly is the good guy? Why?
Does it really matter? Neither one of them is the good guy so let the games begin. Sick entertainment is always a beautiful thing.

OK... it's back to blogger. It's funny how a person drifts and ends up coming back to something. Old lovers, old friends, old bottles of... you get the idea. Anyway, the simple things in life are those that work and blogger works, right. Right. Just like everything else, keep using it -- develop a habit and it will work. That all said I'm going to get a bite, collect my thoughts and at the end of the day I shall return.

Kissing Apples/Prunes

Kissing... apples or prunes?

Goes back a long time ago... high school girlfriend. She asked do you kiss apples or prunes. The naive one didn't know what she was talking about. Quite simply really now looking back on it... say the words... feel your mouth... it's a silly experiment but fun none the less...

Forgot how much fun it is to think about simple things... kissing... eating... drinking. Acts that make you feel something primitive and pure.

Luke the Cat

parts of an aim conversation... maybe i'll do something with it one day...

once upon a time... there was a cat

a tabby from Brazil

named Luke

the cat would sleep all day

prowl around at night looking for hot chickee type cats to play with

the siamese type the best especially twins

he dug the blue eyes you see

somthing about the moonlight reflected in them... drove him mad

one night

a little siamese number by the name of Jezebel taught him a trick

a simple trick

but a trick none the less

i forget how the rest of the story goes... time for tea

Little List

Borrowed from one of those journal prompt things...

Things important in life:

Company of friends

Lisa

Good books

An endless supply of tunes

Capacity to enjoy movies

Interest in the arts

Effort to expand one's mind

Possible enlightment

Learning

Life itself

Smells of things remembered

Still be surprised by stuff

Ability to laugh and make others laugh

Stories

Family

A good cocktail

Health

Food

Typing in this small list I forget how silly prompts are. I really don't want to list things. I want to dream about things while music plays in the background. Watch a hundred bad girls dance around in my head... it is a dream after all. Life is about family, drinking and food... simple things uncomplicated by time...

Perhaps some tea...

Tea and Sleep

New tea thing is working great... put it under the hot water... a little pouring action and in a couple of minutes... voila tea.

So simple, so effortless it almost hurts. Note the word almost. Quite different than say jabbing a pair of scissors through your eye but hey. Nothing is painless. The dentist looks at you and says does that hurt, and you say no through a mouth of gauze and who knows what but then the drill kicks in and what's that... pain. No, it can't be you are numb but still...

Just goes to show you, can't escape it. Left to fate we may perish yet. Still in all my brain continues to rot and I dream of tea and sleep.

Strange how your tastes change over the year. Slipping in and out of likes and dislikes... Somethings remaining constant in the end. Why is that?

Screw the self-inflicting pain addicts... banish those that numb themselves in servitude to something they can't understand... don't tell me to turn straight edge... vegan... pagan... christian or any other psycho babble brew ha ha you can come up with.

I need some sleep... that would be nice... sleep... sweet slumber... I dream of you...

Cards at the Bar

Weathered the storm... literally. Lightning, thunder the sound of things falling... pretty exciting stuff but not that exciting when you just want some sleep. Cats were running around the house I'm almost certain either that or hiding... that's what they are good at it you know...

Little animals like little people... misbehaving and never doing what they are supposed to so they look cute and get away with murder. Kind of like bad music groups... tee hee...

Cards at the bar last night... I'll never get good at Bridge but hey beer and cards will make any one's day. Games are a good thing... makes your head work and you get in some good times with people.

Have to do game night again this fall... Looking forward to classes it should be kinda cool pursuing some new thing... who knows a new and bright future. Sounds like bakealite or fiesta ware...

New, shiny colors... winking and waving at you... smiling... drawing you in. So alluring, sexy and voluptous... the feel of porcelain against your skin... so cool and yet...

Back to work, slacker...

Software/Hardware/Wetware

Software.... what a pain in the ass... it's not software it's hardware... it's not hardware it's software... Oh well... it's more fun to play with wetware and no it's not a water sports kind of day.

Sex and computers... tiny little sex bots running around in my brain. What a concept, think about it... the paranoia of the whole thing. Androids, bots, cyber whatever... it just makes you want to throw in the towel and fall off the grid forever...

Become some monk of some sort and climb a mountain... hang out in trees... eat granola, smoke weed and laugh at really bad television.

I just need to escape for a minute... vent the brain... spew words onto something and smile to myself...

Whew a little ranting and raving... man what a week, what a life... things are a lot like origami. Folded symetry and line. Variations on a theme and a base its what it's all about. Kind of like baking if you think about it.

August 1 Blip

Ok... so we made it to August... we being Me Myself and I plus other subtle personalities and such running through my head. Trolley Bus Tour is playing through the speakers and all around life becomes more unstable as we brace ourselves for the upcoming school year.

It's just one of those things. Life runs around in circles like seasons... so does working at a university... up and down like the yo yo man in that Echol and The Bunnymen song. Funny how the summer drags on and on.... exciting and fun... hot and dragging finally when things are ready to explode the Fall settles in and things change again...

Ah yes the seasons... full of promise and hope and new color. People begin to clothe themselves again and once again jackets, sweaters and sweatshirts appear. Life looks good again... time for picnics and lazy afternoons of kite flying...

Why are life's little pleasures so simple... catching a brief nap... decent cartoons... cold beer... a nice cup of tea.

Time for noodles... i'll return soon... full of hope and desperation...

Monday Ramble

Servers reworking emails... reconfiguring things... reconfiguring our lives. Installed a bunch of memory into my mom's machine over the weekend. It's amazing how simple it is to make someone's day. Mental note: don't forget to make people happy from time to time.

Reworked the handouts... must shave tommorow. Work on that hygeine thing... fear not I shower everyday and all that but personal things ie shaving, combing, etc. just aint that high on the old important meter.

Monday Class

Class time... teaching today... just a little tutorial of a thing. Zen and the basics of an html editor. Why oh why the world needs to have this demonstrated to them... i'll never know... Work sometimes is about reinventing things over and over and over again. It keeps us busy, you know. Gives us things to do... oh well I could be killing chickens in some poultry house somewhere or canning salmon. Not that those are bad professions mind you... they are just not for me, at least at this point in my life. Alas the days of scraping up dead animals and working pointless, low paying jobs has come to an end.

Now it's big bucks and benefits baby. Sign me up for that 403-B that's what I'm talking about. Not really, it's just a ramble and a rant. Enough ranting for now... got to go to work... i'll be back... hopefully soon

Car's in the shop. Salesman checking you out, wondering why you look familar, not sure if you're a sale or not. Flashing back to the days of retail, treat everyone well and people will come back every time. People, meeting people is it really all that hard. Saying hello is half the battle, say just hello, hi, konnichi-wa.

Simplicity like the brand of clothes patterns states, simple. Persons sitting, waiting, waiting for their autos. Discussions of business and neighborhoods. Things right in the world, things wrong. Rambling on about this guys and that guy. Places not up to code, not fitting standards.

The typical keeping up with Joneses conversation. Blah blah blah, how many times have the words these guys are saying, how many times have they been spoken before. None of my business but still.

Get the car in, do your business, the get to work. Check the clock, write some words. Check the clock, a couple of more words. Pumped in music drifts fromt the ceiling.

Country, talking about the country, the great west. Potential of knocking down all those trees. They're just in the way, right.

Some grow wise in their years, others complacent. Grant me the grace to stay funny. The world will go it's way, perhaps a small change that will snowball. That is what I hope.

Working... on little handouts. It's odd typing up these handouts, the whole concept of typing away. Sometimes I miss the feel of pens and pencils, paper so pure. Then again half the time I can't read what I just wrote so...

Buddha and Pikachu looking over me making sure I breathe and function. Got a couple of pictures from mom that were done by my brother. He needed to send them off to someone, anyway once again I fixed things up and helped out. Hopefully my bro will get something out of this.

Where are we going and why do some of us do the things we do. A couple of days ago there was this girl sitting outside of the grocery store on a bench. She had her hands covering her face making her look like the saddest girl in the world. The weird part was she didn't look that sad, not really. Maybe she was just hot who knows.

After I finished at the story and loaded the car with my new cargo I drove by the bookstore and what to my surprise. The same girl. Different bench, same hunched over look. Man did she have that routine down.

Got to get caught up on sleep. Vacations are killing me... all running around and no sleep. It beats being really stressed out. Class is almost done this week. New show at Gallery 210, the Distant Relatives of Johnny Naugahyde... will have to go... starts this fall...