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Ugh

This time of year. I know I should be grateful.

I have so much to be grateful for.

I need to start doing the ten million things necessary to make our home seem festive and merry.

Light in the winter and all that.

But it’s cold. It’s dark.

 

Happy Birthday Fran Lebowitz

I wish you had your own talk show. I’d learn how to turn our television on for that.

The world is too much with us

But still there are things that make it worth while.

 

This guy does with words what I am trying, always, to do with paint.

I don’t know who he is, but he’s good. Check out his poems. Makes me think about quantum entanglement & all kinds of other things I don’t understand but think about anyway.

 

Also, please vote on Tuesday if you haven’t already.

Like the cowardly lion closing his eyes tight and chanting, I do believe I do believe I do believe that we can make a difference. Already we have a president capable of complex sentence structure! Magic is real, people. Cast your ballot.

Am I blue

May 6

Remembering my dad.

He used to listen to Lakota songs, and other Native recordings on his quad hifi.

One speaker hung in each corner of the family room, suspended from decorative hangers he had made of rope and beads.

I think the name for that is ‘macrame.’

He also listened to a lot of opera. His music drove me nuts when I was a kid, but now I quite like both opera and this Lakota song.

AC/DC

Drunk History: Nikola Tesla.

My son sent me this link. I find it hysterically funny.

Frighteningly accurate in its depiction of Edison’s character, too.

Andy Warhol eats a Hamburger

I am a coward

I still don’t have a finished painting that is good enough to put on a postcard.

I need to finish the larger canvases.

The few that seem close to being “done” seem equally deserving of being set into a roaring fire.

I need boldness, big brushes and brash strokes.

What I have is timidity, the tiny brush and the endless noodling.

Psychological paralysis and incessant worry.

If something doesn’t change soon, I don’t know what will happen with my May show.

If I set tiny paintings ten feet apart and say, “I meant to do that,” do you think anyone will believe me?

Llorando

A love song

okay, an anti-love song, in honor of the fast approaching Valentine’s Day.

Valentine’s Day seems like another holiday co-opted by capitalist enterprises and engineered to make 99% of us feel lonely and somehow inadequate, but what the hell-

I really like this song. If you like it, why not buy it on Amazon or something? Betty Davis is way under-recognized, in my opinion. I wonder if marrying Miles was a help or a hindrance…