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A whole new decade is upon us. Very close now. An hour and a half away.
Chris and I are in bed watching The Holy Mountain and trying to wind down a bit. He has to be at work at 7 a.m., unfortunately.
We are both wishing we were in Boston watching Amanda Palmer do her NYE show with the Boston Pops.
I would say that I am going to try to start this blog up again, but I always get 2-3 posts in and fade away for a year at a time. Maybe I should change the name from 'Transmissives' to 'Time Capsule'. More appropriate, yes?
But, I will say that I plan to be a hell of a lot more creative than the last 12 months have been. Much more. I have ideas in the pot that I plan to bring to some sort of fruition.
But to all of you people, I will quote the wonderful Neil Gaiman for a New Years wish:
Chris and I are in bed watching The Holy Mountain and trying to wind down a bit. He has to be at work at 7 a.m., unfortunately.
We are both wishing we were in Boston watching Amanda Palmer do her NYE show with the Boston Pops.
I would say that I am going to try to start this blog up again, but I always get 2-3 posts in and fade away for a year at a time. Maybe I should change the name from 'Transmissives' to 'Time Capsule'. More appropriate, yes?
But, I will say that I plan to be a hell of a lot more creative than the last 12 months have been. Much more. I have ideas in the pot that I plan to bring to some sort of fruition.
But to all of you people, I will quote the wonderful Neil Gaiman for a New Years wish:
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
Oh, holy SHIT, it's been a long time.
But I can't say anything other than:
I've been working
Not creating very much
And being a drone.
But I want 2010 (and the following decade) to be different...
Head flavored pixels taste the best!
A soft pink sham.
A kitchen nookery.
I've been manipulating again, folks...
I'll be posting some photo entries tonight.
Hope you enjoy them!
At work today, I was called a bitch by a total stranger. While in the restroom, a woman who was in a stall asked if I would mind handing her some toilet paper. I agreed to and looked in several stalls for the paper. We have dispensers that hold multiple rolls, and I found a roll that was stuck in the "up" position. I fought to get it out, making some struggling sounds, I suppose. I got some from another stall and, throwing it over her stall door, I told her to catch.
She then says to me, "You don't have to be a bitch about it". This elicits laughter from me, and in my sweetest southern accent I say, "Well, that's not very nice! Let's see if I do a favor for YOU again!"
How have we collapsed as a culture that help from a stranger causes a surge of misplaced anger? I'm a moody person, but I reserve my bilious anger for those that have earned it.
Just to let you all know, I am not soured by this experience. Like Blanche DuBois, I still believe in the kindness of strangers. We have to hold the quilted fabric of our society together somehow, right?
She then says to me, "You don't have to be a bitch about it". This elicits laughter from me, and in my sweetest southern accent I say, "Well, that's not very nice! Let's see if I do a favor for YOU again!"
How have we collapsed as a culture that help from a stranger causes a surge of misplaced anger? I'm a moody person, but I reserve my bilious anger for those that have earned it.
Just to let you all know, I am not soured by this experience. Like Blanche DuBois, I still believe in the kindness of strangers. We have to hold the quilted fabric of our society together somehow, right?
