Category Archives: My World
A number of things that have to do with me, myself, and I.
Whoever said that it was an easy transition was a lying SOB! It’s taken me foooorever to get this site transferred over to the new one. Of course, that may have a lot to do with my crappy net connection. 😛 In any case I think I have it all set up properly now, and looking the way it did before. At least I hope I do, at least for the most part.
However, in the process of moving everything, I lost all my followers and stats! *cries* You would think that with all this “user friendly”, “net made easy” bull sh*t that websites, net savvy, code savvy people and the like are carrying on about these days, that it wouldn’t be impossible to take your stats and followers along for the ride. I mean really! Have we honestly not come that far in net-tech? Or have they just not bothered to open that particular file and figured we wouldn’t notice. *sighs*
Anyway, I would very much like those of you who are interested in sticking with me to follow me once again to my new website. I feel lonely without you! *hugs*
Admittedly, I love this shot. Not sure why exactly, lol, but there is just something about it that pulls me in. It was taken during one of my trips to a zoo in Michigan that was near my house. This particular fellow was a very friendly black llama. He was so adorable and desperate for attention, at least that’s what it seemed like to me. Maybe that’s why this photo speaks to me, because he just acted like he was so lonely. Anytime anyone came near the pen he was right there, shoving his snout through the bars as far as he could. The zoo had several of those “candy” dispensers full of pellets that you could feed some of the animals with. If I’m not mistaken I spent every quarter I had on this llama.
So I am a very versatile creature. I write, play music, web design, as well as visual arts. In this case I am sharing with you my photo manipulation/digital painting of mine. The original photograph of Sydney from a ferry was also taken by me (which I will more than likely post at some point in the future). I’m not sure where the concept came from to be honest. It just sort of happened. Perhaps it was a subconscious thing. After all, it was only my second day in Australia. I had never been so far from my birthplace in the US. In fact I couldn’t get much farther away than I was in that moment. It was so new, exciting, inviting and held so many possibilities that I couldn’t even conceive yet. Needless to say, the word “surreal” did very little to fully encompass how I felt then, or from that point on.
Take a look at it below and tell me what you think of it. What does it make you feel or see in your minds eye?
Ah yes another poem to feast your eyes upon. This one however is not about me or my life, not really anyway. It’s about a myth, a legend, and my views on what this creature actually is. Over the past decades this aspect of folk lore has taken on many different traits. Some have stuck with it, while others are still up for debate among fans. In the end this is how I see them, at their core, and probably always will. Enjoy!
Well it’s that time of year again, my birthday. This year I’m 31. Admittedly, that’s a little scary. I don’t mind aging, per-say. What I mind is the idea that people keep track of it, lol. My views on most things tend to be a minority thinking among the rest of the world’s thought process.
Age to me means nothing when it comes to who someone is, yet people still seem to define a lot of who they are or what they do by their age. What’s up with that? I’ve known a number of very young people who have shown far more maturity than their age would normally allow. In the reverse, I’ve known too many older people who’s immaturity has never surpassed grade school. So why bother with tacking a number to yourself?
This is another poem from a darker time in my life. I have to admit that a number of my works are on the more shadowy side. I’ll let you get what you like from this. Let me know what it means to you and what you think I meant when I wrote. I am always curious to see through the eyes of the those that observe art from the other side.
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Now I don’t mean to sound sexist with this but… There is something, among the male gender, that has always perplexed. It seems, in my experience, that men have some form of issue with replacing certain things when needed. Why is that? Is it genetic, social, a mental condition? My particular reference here is to the pillow. I understand that there are items that “get better with age”. Such as a well worn pair of shoes, or a car you’ve had for years. But when your pillow is no longer identifiable as the comfortable head rest it should, it’s time to part ways.
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