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Wednesday, December 31, 2003
Hey, if you don't have something to write and reflect on in your Blog on December 31st as the old year dies, when do you?
My New Year's resolutions for 2004:
More "work" in the artwork. Just work and trust the process, a little each day.
Save a little money each month. Ten years from now, in 2114, maybe we will be in a house of our own. Our maybe we'll have some other use for all that money we saved. I'm not 100% positive how it will turn out.
Right now as i sit here I am vaguley aware of longings unfulfilled and goals unmet for 2003, but those two up there pretty much capture it.
I am deleriously happy to be married to the woman I love, so really the major questions have been answered with a Yes.
2003 was a hard year, losing my father and watching the country and our world spin every more tragically Hellward.
My own life and what I can personally control, things are better.
Peace and Love to all who can accept.
Outahere, 2003.
My New Year's resolutions for 2004:
More "work" in the artwork. Just work and trust the process, a little each day.
Save a little money each month. Ten years from now, in 2114, maybe we will be in a house of our own. Our maybe we'll have some other use for all that money we saved. I'm not 100% positive how it will turn out.
Right now as i sit here I am vaguley aware of longings unfulfilled and goals unmet for 2003, but those two up there pretty much capture it.
I am deleriously happy to be married to the woman I love, so really the major questions have been answered with a Yes.
2003 was a hard year, losing my father and watching the country and our world spin every more tragically Hellward.
My own life and what I can personally control, things are better.
Peace and Love to all who can accept.
Outahere, 2003.
Monday, December 15, 2003
A proud moment in our marriage: My wife has just made the analogy that Sadaam Hussein is to Stalin as the Monkees are to The Beatles, and she posted it in her blog.
Friday, December 12, 2003
Happy Birthday, DR.
I listened to Tori Amos Little earthquakes all the way through last night, for the first time in 5 years, at least. I am struck by how raw and tender it sounds, how it affects me more now than when I played it over and over in 1993.
The song about her father is so sad, and joyous. But it gets me very tender, thinking about my father, who might be singing it to me. And it makes me long for that maybe-child I would love with all the love I have.
When you look at the lyrics on the page, they just sit there, inert. It's not poetry or even good writing. But when she sings it, it captures so much sadness I feel about the relationship I have with my father, and that other people have with their father, and that parents have with children. How we live for the other, and how the other only wishes us happiness.
How sad it is to not have turned out a brilliant, happy success when this person put all their eggs in your basket, gave up themselves and hitched their hopes and dreams to you. And how wonderful, wonderful it is that someone did that for you.
Kudos to Elton John for creating meaning in Bernie Taupin's lyrics, which usually don't mean a lot.
Anyway, happy birthday, DR.
I listened to Tori Amos Little earthquakes all the way through last night, for the first time in 5 years, at least. I am struck by how raw and tender it sounds, how it affects me more now than when I played it over and over in 1993.
The song about her father is so sad, and joyous. But it gets me very tender, thinking about my father, who might be singing it to me. And it makes me long for that maybe-child I would love with all the love I have.
When you look at the lyrics on the page, they just sit there, inert. It's not poetry or even good writing. But when she sings it, it captures so much sadness I feel about the relationship I have with my father, and that other people have with their father, and that parents have with children. How we live for the other, and how the other only wishes us happiness.
How sad it is to not have turned out a brilliant, happy success when this person put all their eggs in your basket, gave up themselves and hitched their hopes and dreams to you. And how wonderful, wonderful it is that someone did that for you.
Kudos to Elton John for creating meaning in Bernie Taupin's lyrics, which usually don't mean a lot.
Anyway, happy birthday, DR.
Friday, December 05, 2003
Search: Unicorn
Replace: Giant Squid
"The maiden put her head in the lap of the GIANT SQUID, tenderly stroking its face. The GIANT SQUID lay helpless as the knight closed in, sword drawn."
Replace: Giant Squid
"The maiden put her head in the lap of the GIANT SQUID, tenderly stroking its face. The GIANT SQUID lay helpless as the knight closed in, sword drawn."
