I know that I have been out of it lately but Holy Carp how did I not know that Sting has a new album out? Oh yeah... not on facebook like I have been. I guess that is my fault. But C'mon, help a sister out.
Symphonicities is the new collection. I can't wait to hear it. Now that my head is out of my ass, and the CD player in the new car is cranking out tunes like in in a personal concert hall.... let the music play!!!!!!
Matthias Reim CDs arrive in a little over a week when the wedding is over. Then its a short car trip, hopefully just down the road to catch K&L along the highway, for pick up and then... all the music playing in my head while the laundry room is silent gets to explode. Why?
I don't know. I guess I thoroughly enjoy the thought of annoying the crap out of people who have forced me to listen to country music when depressed. Or you could look at it as me dutifulling fulfilling my obligations as a fan to spread the word of Reim to those with limited interests. But mostly, as I said before... no. Dave said I'm to smart for my own good. Who am I to prove the old guy wrong?
Friday, July 9, 2010
Another hello
Greetings and felicitations! It is Friday and Thank Steve the Fruit bat and whatever other imaginary Deity stand ins there are that it is!
First, I'd like to say hi to Sunnie, showing on the followers list as mides5. "Welcome aboard." And I've gotta say to you, Sunnie, "Holy cow you make me tired!" You look fabulous. I have no desire to put that much energy into body building. I just like to blow off steam. While I haven't the desire, it would seem that I have the need since the last doctor visit is rather annoying me.
secondly: HA! Blogger can't count either!!!! Shows 11 follower and only 10 of you show up on the follow list. So my guess is that the 11th person if a figment of Blogger's imagination or blocked their profile. Tsk Tsk! or Come out come out where ever you are!
third: I am serious about your blog posts sounding crazy. If you ever go back through them and it seems like there have been about 13 people (seek help when you find 2, don't let it get out of hand) writing your posts for you and you know that you are the only one who bothers to use up all of the gigabytes that they give you SEEK HELP!!!!
I've been struggling with a lot of issues lately. Chiefly with my tendency towards Nazi-ism at work. I know that is going to annoy my Jewish friends. But seriously. Tyranny may seem more accurate and politically correct a term to use but it hardly conveys the feeling of my own self loathing quite the same as Nazi does. The tyranny of logic, while logic is good, is not very effective in any endeavor. Tyranny breeds revolt. Or... encourages people to tell you that your behavior is revolting. Toss a coin.... it doesn't matter how you look at it. It is not a good thing to be the fiddling tyrant when the world is burning down around your ears.
I saw the doctor yesterday. While I am waiting on the test results that are going to tell Dr. Mike where we start with treatment, he is certain that I have PCOS. Poly Cystic Ovary Syndrome. First thing that ACG tells me is that it isn't fatal. I would disagree.
First because someone at work is going to kill me. One of these days Dave is going to go behind the machines to clean out the lint trap and find that I have become an episode of Castle. He watches CSI but he needs to lighten up a bit and have some fun with us on Monday nights. I know that no one in my class would ever associate me with the likes of the WWWest, Cruella DeVille or.... Dick Solomon. But if this weird, angry, petulant and tactless version of me doesn't shut up on its own someone will shut me up.
Secondly because it feels like there are many people in my head and not an iota of leadership, I am tired of being angry all the time and can physically do nothing about it I keep thinking that I'd be better off onto the next life than sticking out this one. Sure I have a name to go with the issues so its even easier to tell myself I am being an idiot. But what it doesn't do is make this idiot any easier to live with; and I am the only one who can't get away from her idiocy!!!!!
So... are people telling you that you don't seem like yourself? Does it seem like some of your blog posts were written by pod people or jack the Ripper reincarnated? Then for CRIPES SAKE!!!! GO SEE A DOCTOR!!!!!
Lecture over. Resume your day.
First, I'd like to say hi to Sunnie, showing on the followers list as mides5. "Welcome aboard." And I've gotta say to you, Sunnie, "Holy cow you make me tired!" You look fabulous. I have no desire to put that much energy into body building. I just like to blow off steam. While I haven't the desire, it would seem that I have the need since the last doctor visit is rather annoying me.
secondly: HA! Blogger can't count either!!!! Shows 11 follower and only 10 of you show up on the follow list. So my guess is that the 11th person if a figment of Blogger's imagination or blocked their profile. Tsk Tsk! or Come out come out where ever you are!
third: I am serious about your blog posts sounding crazy. If you ever go back through them and it seems like there have been about 13 people (seek help when you find 2, don't let it get out of hand) writing your posts for you and you know that you are the only one who bothers to use up all of the gigabytes that they give you SEEK HELP!!!!
I've been struggling with a lot of issues lately. Chiefly with my tendency towards Nazi-ism at work. I know that is going to annoy my Jewish friends. But seriously. Tyranny may seem more accurate and politically correct a term to use but it hardly conveys the feeling of my own self loathing quite the same as Nazi does. The tyranny of logic, while logic is good, is not very effective in any endeavor. Tyranny breeds revolt. Or... encourages people to tell you that your behavior is revolting. Toss a coin.... it doesn't matter how you look at it. It is not a good thing to be the fiddling tyrant when the world is burning down around your ears.
I saw the doctor yesterday. While I am waiting on the test results that are going to tell Dr. Mike where we start with treatment, he is certain that I have PCOS. Poly Cystic Ovary Syndrome. First thing that ACG tells me is that it isn't fatal. I would disagree.
First because someone at work is going to kill me. One of these days Dave is going to go behind the machines to clean out the lint trap and find that I have become an episode of Castle. He watches CSI but he needs to lighten up a bit and have some fun with us on Monday nights. I know that no one in my class would ever associate me with the likes of the WWWest, Cruella DeVille or.... Dick Solomon. But if this weird, angry, petulant and tactless version of me doesn't shut up on its own someone will shut me up.
Secondly because it feels like there are many people in my head and not an iota of leadership, I am tired of being angry all the time and can physically do nothing about it I keep thinking that I'd be better off onto the next life than sticking out this one. Sure I have a name to go with the issues so its even easier to tell myself I am being an idiot. But what it doesn't do is make this idiot any easier to live with; and I am the only one who can't get away from her idiocy!!!!!
So... are people telling you that you don't seem like yourself? Does it seem like some of your blog posts were written by pod people or jack the Ripper reincarnated? Then for CRIPES SAKE!!!! GO SEE A DOCTOR!!!!!
Lecture over. Resume your day.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
oh boy...
Life is about to take an interesting turn. By interesting I mean if I wasn't stabby and crabby at work before.... yikes!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Summer distilled
One of the things that I liked best about my grandparents house was the amount and variety of reading materials. Besides the Detroit papers, Grampa had the Smithsonian, Scientific American, National Geographic, Reader's Digest and Modern Maturity as well as Prevention. My tow favorites were NatGeo and Reader's Digest.
I loved the maps in the National Geographic. But I loved the writing as well. It was somehow more entertaining than the Encyclopedias but it had the same kind of narrative quality. And the animal pictures made you feel like you could reach out and pet them, which is only appealing when its the big cats; ocelots, jaguars, Bengals and the little African guys that are the size of a German Shepard. The tree frogs and toads I could have done without.
The Reader's Digest was great for humor. But it was the vocabulary quiz and the occasional fictional pieces that I liked most for reading material. The most special part of the Reader's Digest was the part that almost no one ever looked at... the back cover. For whatever reason, the publisher didn't put an ad there. Instead the whole cover was a piece of artwork from a classic or contemporary artist. Everything from floral watercolors to Impressionistic landscapes, Klimt patchworks to Mondrian minimalism, photos of sculpture, architecture, collages and assemblages, blown glass, portraits... everything was there at some point. To be honest there was a lot that I didn't like. But there was also a lot there that I would tear off and save in a file for leafing through on a rainy day at home without the exposure the art that I got at Gramma and Grampa's.
What made me think of that? I finally got to look through the last issue of Somerset Studio that I bought. The July/August 2010 issue feature's Anahata Katkin's work on the cover. There is a whole feature article on her work in the middle. When I saw the cover I thought "Wow, this feels familiar." You know, in that nostalgic this is what Summer used to feel like way that I've been having for most of this Summer. But it wasn't until I got to page 47 that it really struck me.
The collage on page 43 is something that comes straight from the inspiration on the back cover of reader's Digest circa 1976-77-78. Oh it is new work to be sure. Nothing stolen from some long lost issue. Its that it has, in my mind, a direct connection to the imagery from my youth. I remember in terms of color, smell and music. The more the senses are involved in an experience the better the recall later. And in the piece on page 47, the pastels are the same intensity as the colors I associate with humid Summer days in the back cottage or the lake cottage at Gramma and Grampa's. The sepia black diagrams are so much part of the charts and maps in the books and magazines that Grampa used to teach me about the world. He grew red roses and there were birds every where. The was bright against a pale background. But the pale wasn't washed out it was vibrant, just not audacious. If you were to distill everything about Summer at my Grandparents house to one or two collages... this would be it.
Funny thing about that. I couldn't handle collage work when I was in school. It seemed messy and chaotic in the juvenile way that it was explained and encouraged. I could never quite figure out how to unify elements the way that they felt unified to me when I conjured the thoughts in my head. I could never figure out how to make the elements blend as organically as they did in my head. Anahata's work is fabulous. I think she is my new favorite person to watch for in Somerset Studio.
I need to go sit by a lake in this humidity and absorb this collage for a while. The only people who think that is a weird thing to do are the people I work with. It may be time to quit trying to fit in there.
I loved the maps in the National Geographic. But I loved the writing as well. It was somehow more entertaining than the Encyclopedias but it had the same kind of narrative quality. And the animal pictures made you feel like you could reach out and pet them, which is only appealing when its the big cats; ocelots, jaguars, Bengals and the little African guys that are the size of a German Shepard. The tree frogs and toads I could have done without.
The Reader's Digest was great for humor. But it was the vocabulary quiz and the occasional fictional pieces that I liked most for reading material. The most special part of the Reader's Digest was the part that almost no one ever looked at... the back cover. For whatever reason, the publisher didn't put an ad there. Instead the whole cover was a piece of artwork from a classic or contemporary artist. Everything from floral watercolors to Impressionistic landscapes, Klimt patchworks to Mondrian minimalism, photos of sculpture, architecture, collages and assemblages, blown glass, portraits... everything was there at some point. To be honest there was a lot that I didn't like. But there was also a lot there that I would tear off and save in a file for leafing through on a rainy day at home without the exposure the art that I got at Gramma and Grampa's.
What made me think of that? I finally got to look through the last issue of Somerset Studio that I bought. The July/August 2010 issue feature's Anahata Katkin's work on the cover. There is a whole feature article on her work in the middle. When I saw the cover I thought "Wow, this feels familiar." You know, in that nostalgic this is what Summer used to feel like way that I've been having for most of this Summer. But it wasn't until I got to page 47 that it really struck me.
The collage on page 43 is something that comes straight from the inspiration on the back cover of reader's Digest circa 1976-77-78. Oh it is new work to be sure. Nothing stolen from some long lost issue. Its that it has, in my mind, a direct connection to the imagery from my youth. I remember in terms of color, smell and music. The more the senses are involved in an experience the better the recall later. And in the piece on page 47, the pastels are the same intensity as the colors I associate with humid Summer days in the back cottage or the lake cottage at Gramma and Grampa's. The sepia black diagrams are so much part of the charts and maps in the books and magazines that Grampa used to teach me about the world. He grew red roses and there were birds every where. The was bright against a pale background. But the pale wasn't washed out it was vibrant, just not audacious. If you were to distill everything about Summer at my Grandparents house to one or two collages... this would be it.
Funny thing about that. I couldn't handle collage work when I was in school. It seemed messy and chaotic in the juvenile way that it was explained and encouraged. I could never quite figure out how to unify elements the way that they felt unified to me when I conjured the thoughts in my head. I could never figure out how to make the elements blend as organically as they did in my head. Anahata's work is fabulous. I think she is my new favorite person to watch for in Somerset Studio.
I need to go sit by a lake in this humidity and absorb this collage for a while. The only people who think that is a weird thing to do are the people I work with. It may be time to quit trying to fit in there.
Monday, July 5, 2010
If your blog post make you think you're crazy see a doctor.
I had a physical today and while for the most part it went well... you know just had to prove I am who I am and that I don't smoke or do drugs and oh yeah we need blood and urine. Both of which I have in abundance. The problem with the physical is that it wasn't with my regular doctor so now I have to book and appointment with him.
It would seem that I am subtle in many regards. Chiefly in this context, the concern is that it was too hard for her to read my blood pressure of find my pulse. I know that my pulse likes to hide when it is stressed out in the doctor's office; it always has been. Yep... that's me, I just anthropomorphised a body function. Anyhoo... the problem wasn't the faint pulse which read a weak 50 so much as it is the blood pressure. Mine is normally low. When I last saw a doctor and it was 160 over something relatively normal I was panicking because for me it felt faster than it should be. And it was. But now it is lower than it ever has been. This is troubling because I have been dizzy for the last two weeks, 24/7.
It's the busy season at work and I don't take my regular breaks. Instead I take the time to drink water or pop. I know but I also need the caffeine. And sometimes I don't take my lunches either. I'd rather bust out the work when we get behind. And I'd rather not deal with the people who say that I only stand around and do nothing. So I've not been standing around. So I thought that I was just wearing myself out and dropping my blood sugar. Before the fingers start to get shaky I eat the protein. It hasn't helped. My next thought is that the dizziness is because I can't get more than about 3 or 4 hours of sleep because of my living arrangements. It turns out, after having fallen asleep during Star Wars and Empire Strikes Back and sleeping until ten this morning that may not be the case either. I was still dizzy and the heart still feels like it is being run through Jack Lalaine's juicer. So I told the nurse that. She said she can't diagnose me but that she is concerned enough to have me see a regular doctor.
So now I am waiting for that schmuck to see me. And I can't drive long distances until we know what is wrong. If I move too fast in any direction I want to pass out. I've broken into a cold sweat a couple of times at work just turning around too fast. Not a good sign. So since I have to travel for the Internet, it may be a while before I am back. I was supposed to go downstate for a couple of road trips to see some friends. And I was supposed to go up north to pick up my Matthias Reim CDs that my bestest cousin James is sending hoe with his 'rents.
Ever get the feeling that you just can't win no matter what you do? Been going nuts without a car and access to things that make me feel normal. And now that I have wheels and freedom again... grounded. And I didn't do anything wrong!!!! Story of my freaking life!
Oh well. I might get more reading done. You know... if I can sit up long enough to get it done. gr... what a way to spend the Summer.
So hope all of you have fun while I am out. Go out and do. Stay in and write. Keep up the good writing. Entertain yourself and you will entertain your readership. Enjoy the sun underneath healthy layers of sun screen and support you local farmers by purchasing fresh fruits and veggies. Swim in the moonlight. Take picnics with your friends or by yourself.
And so... Tchuess, bis spaeter!
It would seem that I am subtle in many regards. Chiefly in this context, the concern is that it was too hard for her to read my blood pressure of find my pulse. I know that my pulse likes to hide when it is stressed out in the doctor's office; it always has been. Yep... that's me, I just anthropomorphised a body function. Anyhoo... the problem wasn't the faint pulse which read a weak 50 so much as it is the blood pressure. Mine is normally low. When I last saw a doctor and it was 160 over something relatively normal I was panicking because for me it felt faster than it should be. And it was. But now it is lower than it ever has been. This is troubling because I have been dizzy for the last two weeks, 24/7.
It's the busy season at work and I don't take my regular breaks. Instead I take the time to drink water or pop. I know but I also need the caffeine. And sometimes I don't take my lunches either. I'd rather bust out the work when we get behind. And I'd rather not deal with the people who say that I only stand around and do nothing. So I've not been standing around. So I thought that I was just wearing myself out and dropping my blood sugar. Before the fingers start to get shaky I eat the protein. It hasn't helped. My next thought is that the dizziness is because I can't get more than about 3 or 4 hours of sleep because of my living arrangements. It turns out, after having fallen asleep during Star Wars and Empire Strikes Back and sleeping until ten this morning that may not be the case either. I was still dizzy and the heart still feels like it is being run through Jack Lalaine's juicer. So I told the nurse that. She said she can't diagnose me but that she is concerned enough to have me see a regular doctor.
So now I am waiting for that schmuck to see me. And I can't drive long distances until we know what is wrong. If I move too fast in any direction I want to pass out. I've broken into a cold sweat a couple of times at work just turning around too fast. Not a good sign. So since I have to travel for the Internet, it may be a while before I am back. I was supposed to go downstate for a couple of road trips to see some friends. And I was supposed to go up north to pick up my Matthias Reim CDs that my bestest cousin James is sending hoe with his 'rents.
Ever get the feeling that you just can't win no matter what you do? Been going nuts without a car and access to things that make me feel normal. And now that I have wheels and freedom again... grounded. And I didn't do anything wrong!!!! Story of my freaking life!
Oh well. I might get more reading done. You know... if I can sit up long enough to get it done. gr... what a way to spend the Summer.
So hope all of you have fun while I am out. Go out and do. Stay in and write. Keep up the good writing. Entertain yourself and you will entertain your readership. Enjoy the sun underneath healthy layers of sun screen and support you local farmers by purchasing fresh fruits and veggies. Swim in the moonlight. Take picnics with your friends or by yourself.
And so... Tchuess, bis spaeter!
Guten Tag! Wilkommen
And another very Special Hello. This time to Oman Collective Intelligence who just joined us in Geekdom this morning. OCI seems to be an active blog reader and writer. So hopefully we will get to see larger pieces of the world picture through all of our new friends. It is indeed a colorful, expressive and inviting planet if we would all just take the time to say "hello" once in a while.
I like how all of us are different enough to be intriguing but that we have something enough in common to feel connected despite the differences. I wish that everyone could realize this is a good thing and lay aside some of the hubris and selfishness that keeps us fighting for things that won't matter when each of us sees the end of this physical life.
I like how all of us are different enough to be intriguing but that we have something enough in common to feel connected despite the differences. I wish that everyone could realize this is a good thing and lay aside some of the hubris and selfishness that keeps us fighting for things that won't matter when each of us sees the end of this physical life.
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