I put my big sweater hoodie on today and only after pulling it completely over my head did I realize I had put it on backwards as I was looking in to the hood close up. I could see the smirk on Izabel's face out of the corner of my eye while removing the hood. And I had my obligatory 'of course' moment of the day.
As a child I had a bad enough lisp I couldn't pronounce my own name which my grandmother adored. I couldn't say Cindy. It always came out Hindy and Kitty would call me her little Hindy Lou
FINDING THE LOVE
It's always about the light and the shadows for me. Imagine no shade. No shadows. I have always been fascinated with it. I love it when simplicity is done well. Or rather when something appears effortless. An ease. Like a well done logo or line art in general. See I come from a family of artisans of creativity. Even when family members try to avoid it and say nah I won't be an 'artist', it finds them eventually.
Wood workers, Musicians, Writers, Performers, Artists. Most especially artist. Art is the essence of the beating heart of the universe captured ever so brightly and briefly in a timeless moment. And by art I mean passion.
It is interesting to watch how it found and finds each one of us.
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I have a confession. I don't read whole books. Just snippets. I want to see where my mind takes me and what it can grasp. What conclusions I will draw on my own. I only need nuggets of things to spark my madness. It's like a sort of intuition at play but only in the abstract. Like when you buy a car and then you see it everywhere only backwards. What is my truth/function? I am the pull of the moon. The spark of ignition. The boom in the bomb. The light. The dark. The spiral. The absurd. The laughter. The magic.
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When I disappear. That's me living. Taking time to enjoy the nuances of life. Observing, interacting. Appreciating the moment. The expression. Then I come back and sort of share what I found or learned or enjoyed. To process and pay homage to the artistic tapestry of life. By actively, consciously feeling it.
- Bohemian Rhapsody - Green Day Concert Crowd
- Barcelona - Freddie Mercury
- Seasons (waiting on you) - Future Islands
- Step Out - Jose Gonzalez
- Dirty Paws - Of Monsters And Men
LAUGHS
Every time Izabel has been to oma's in the last few months it's always when wearing her bob Ross t-shirt. My mother mentioned it. Noticed. Izabel found it funny and for however long she has had that shirt she wears it there on purpose just to see if anyone notices.
And then she throws things like this at me in the most monotone voice and disinterest tone it's hilarious and groanable at the same time.
What can you put on a gun but not on a woman? A silencer
What do you call a black man that flies a plane? The Pilot (whats wrong with you)
This little paragraph isn't a laugh at me paragraph this one is me laughing at everyone who has to shave their legs. I do not have much body hair. In face I have no body hair. I have had people notice it all my life. No arm hair, and I never have to shave my legs. Like sometimes I will do it once a year just as a ritual of thanks but I really don't ever have to shave them. There is one tiny area on my shin that maybe sometimes will but most of the time it's barren. I like that about myself. My father has no arm or leg hair really. We joke that there was a lone Asian who climbed the alps and bread hairless-ness in to the family gene pool.
LIKES
And then she throws things like this at me in the most monotone voice and disinterest tone it's hilarious and groanable at the same time.
What can you put on a gun but not on a woman? A silencer
What do you call a black man that flies a plane? The Pilot (whats wrong with you)
This little paragraph isn't a laugh at me paragraph this one is me laughing at everyone who has to shave their legs. I do not have much body hair. In face I have no body hair. I have had people notice it all my life. No arm hair, and I never have to shave my legs. Like sometimes I will do it once a year just as a ritual of thanks but I really don't ever have to shave them. There is one tiny area on my shin that maybe sometimes will but most of the time it's barren. I like that about myself. My father has no arm or leg hair really. We joke that there was a lone Asian who climbed the alps and bread hairless-ness in to the family gene pool.
LIKES
- Words = Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows -Great freakin' site. It has so many great words. Words like Morii - The desire to capture a fleeting experience. It also makes some great videos about some of them.
- Futuracha Pro - A unique set of whimsical, weaving characters that change shape and interact as they form different words, and it’s almost ready for keyboards everywhere.
- Orange drinks called Huggies
- A well told story
- Fireflies
- Absurdity
- Sarcasm
- Whimsy
- Things that are slightly off
- Shade
- Smoke and Mirrors
- Shadows
- Fuzzy or heavy blankets
SNAPSHOTS
Random Thoughts
There are so very many lately. Zooming by faster than I can grab them all. ZIP! ZING! SWOOSH! Say too much? to little? opposites... silence... bubble baths... If love is gravity and we are living verbs then Truth would be function. Everything takes an Action.
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