tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59038092011-08-24T10:06:40.721-04:00wrangled and wrinkled.Jeff of coursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10819743178235769202noreply@blogger.comBlogger3661100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903809.post-61419151382210157172011-06-10T14:29:00.003-04:002011-06-10T15:02:09.627-04:00

Hey! and I have bones too.Late at night with the dimly lit rooms, or during my favorite part of the day (when the light is still light enough to see, but luminescent light is brighter) (when it's blue out and the flamed end of cigarettes are the lighthouse of the street walker) (when it's dark gray out and lightning bugs light up nothing, but everything)we begin to chase away the grinding of the

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Went to Australia, everyone became an atheist:Left, met you, existed to create, lived by my wits, never drove a car, saw beaches, drank coffees,worked for my pay, bought new jeans, bought new shoes, changed my way of thinking, never cut my hair, grew my beard long, thought about you, decided to never think of you again, listened to Moby in a car, drank coffees, created, realized myself, decided

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'AnaI always said I hated you. Or that you weren't good enough. Although, tellingly enough...I was the first to admit and admire your beauty. And I'm not saying I'm in a sad state of mind, but would it be too much to ask for you to come to me again? In the beginning: there were days where we both woke up together in the blazing sun. Our first summer together, I was altogether lost. I didn't know

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Do you want to become an American? I'll only paint your fingernails for you if they can be painted black. I'm happy to get silver in my mouth to look like a pirate. I have greedy teeth.

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Go to New York you young ones. Go to the city which is larger than a city and is so large no one sleeps. "The city": it rears the sun for us. Listen to you, complaining and with nothing at all to do. In New York, the fun finds you, and the fun you'll find is the kind to write home about. Write home to forgotten friends, and ill motivated countrymen. Tell them of the tales. Those tales of money

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Lord God Almighty I wanted to be as noble as an Indian chief But with an ear to the ground...I hear the white man's feet

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I saw you and my mind raced to visions of courting and beach time. Outdoor cafes and the like. I'll convince you to move to Philadelphia, and we'll check out the Liberty Bell. That was my first thought? I couldn't come up with anything more than Philly? I can confess to you that I don't have a clue where I am, and I'm just taking up your time. Ever hear of Thomas Edison? He was an inventor of

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Letter to CIt is the holiday after the day you left. I'm still recovering from what I first thought was an allergy attack, but on second thought is probably a cold. Getting a cold in the middle of a May heat wave is pure torture. I think the last time that had happened to me was July 2007. To top it all off, it was my birthday weekend, I was in Ohio, with my girlfriend. I made her miserable. I

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Letter to J (with plot embellishment)This is what I'm doing: I'm walking around on a path in a wooded area. I'm not talking the black forests of Europe, or a National Park full of red wood trees. It's not a nature preserve in the Dakotas or anything. To make this clear and concise and short and sweet I will just tell you. I'll tell you because this is a letter that's supposed to get you started.

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You have the prettiest hair, and I mean the prettiest hair in the world. In the world. In your world. There's a lot of reasons why we exist in two different worlds. And I know yours is filled with a great light. While my world is filled with murky shadows. The light I see when I see it is through trees and leaves. It's through dusty blinds, it's through rotten garage windows. But sometimes I see

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The cutest fat girl I ever seen works at a gas station and keeps it clean. Sometimes she works the register and rings me out. 1 dollar here another there 50 cents to end it all. As I piss my checking account away. I don't know if she really notices that. Don't get me wrong, I'm no big spender. But she isn't into money. If she was, she wouldn't be working at a gas station, right? Today she had a

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Electric OdeBe my girlfriend. I ask and ask and ask in my head. It's only because you are in my head that I ask. It's a bit like "Across the Sea" by Rivers. I only know you a little bit, the little bit you know someone from connections only made electronically. Maybe we could be the first to electronic synapses to fall in love. We have only really known each other from posts made, and emails made

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God breaks day break on me like an egg breaks on the side of a skillet. The cloudy egg white moves back and forth over the sunny yoke. They combine to make the morning sky and set a new day. I'll lie there unaware for seconds more. Until the eggy sky becomes brighter and I'm forced to make my way to the next room. When the light flicks on I'll brush my teeth. Pieces and parts each in different

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From a dream V:The setting was a Catholic church. We went together and with friends to a music festival there. Another car ride and we were alone in the back seat in an old 70's sedan. Three people sat up front in the large bench seat. Or maybe it was four, but I only knew one. Jesse peeked back at us and after laugher and mutual adoration we held hands. He caught us when he peeked and then

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From a dream: IVI dunno why, but you're always there. I'm always coaxing you to do something. You're a phantom, woman...but you're always there. In a non specific sense, and with no identity you are always my partner in crime. I always feel a sense of devotion from you, but there is also something incomplete about it. And you most always have your reservations about our adventures. The most

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From a dream III:Opening the front door of my childhood home I stepped outside into an icy, snowy, wintery neighborhood. The street it's self was covered in a thick translucent coating of ice. Undaunted I climbed on my bike. My bike was rusty and the tires were not pumped. I was determined to ride it. On the snow, on the ice, come what may. The first troublesome sign that this was not going to be

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From a dream II....And last night, especially last night was a vivid one. A scene set in a dusty desert, and a car the same color. Early 90's Chrysler or Dodge in it's appearance. While the wind blew I tried to convince you. I told you to get into the beige junker and to take a ride with me. You would not. So I circled the car in an effort to present to you a noble chariot. It had it's normal 4

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From a dream I:I had a dream that there was a fire and a tornado at the same time in the old school building where my art was stored. It was the building across from the pond behind the old pool. They weren't using that room it was in, and I was going to ask them if I could use it as a studio. I had just taken down some pieces which I had entrusted them to hang and store. When I got there they

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Frustrations in GlobalizationAnything everywhere is here.Everything anywhere is here.People documented in flashesImages sold and images boughtand dear little Indians are our new toysWhy did we celebrate this poverty under the well lit walls?Or coax the smile from their lips?Sigh...it's them do it all Christians girls and boys.

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"I don't regret nothin': After summer we sat by the pine trees. Neither of us really knew each other, and it was good. Remember when you lost all that weight? I would have taken you as you were. As you were that day by my trees. Not as you were when it came to a halt. Secretly, I knew, that he changed too for you. You lost that weight and he grew his hair. You wore tight jeans, and he grew his

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I'm depressed because I heard MCA got cancer.

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With teeth stained like wineI always seem to fall for youWe'll enjoy our shameful smiles for awhileand ending up face down in the gutterWe'll reconsider love's choicesbut always fall for her suggestionsWashed with blood we'll always feel the samewhat can't be earned in our mindmay never be cemented in our heartsWith one slip on wet pavement our justifications slip awayan allusion to the color of

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A funny thing popped into my head today about babies. The saying goes "It takes a village..." but sometimes when unruly children are around I sometimes think to myself "Did they ask the villagers?".

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I call this a nibblet.I'd be sure to lie with you.I'd lie beside you.I'd in unison sigh with you.

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I submitted some pieces for an art auction for Habitat for Humanity in Bloomington. Something I've always battled with is does my art actually make a difference, does it help anyone? So when the opportunity came up, I really wanted to. I knew in my head that the paintings wouldn't sell for anything near what I price them at. So the selling price didn't surprise me. All I have to say is that one

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Gaza Strip like a gold mine of mine.When she shines, she shines like an idea.But like so many other ideas,none as good as first thought.Gaza Strip like a forlorn waste land,sand blows and sun burns.If only we'd known how crazy she'd be to usArmageddon would've never come.

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Sorry I haven't posted in awhile...my computer got stolen.

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Lord, I'm small potatoes.

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OK, I am typing this out a little to get my thoughts written down and to get options open. I am also writing this for opinions, and suggestions, also to let whomever cares know what's going on.Firstly, my lease ends in May. My room mates, seem to be moving to NYC, or at least they really want to. Many of you know I have lived in 4 places since graduation. I have also had to move studio spaces 6

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I just feel like I can't really draw anymore.

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I wish to be bilingual, I wish to bridge gaps. I wish to influence lives through mine. I wish I could be a better person. Please fill my short comings, and erase my guilt.

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Here is a piece done by Derek Hess, one of my favorite artists. He is based in Cleveland, and I have met him a few times (years ago). I read his blog quite frequently, and even though I may not be a Democrat, I still respect his involvement in politics. We are blessed to have a political system that is run partly by it's citizens. Though it may not be perfect, and maybe there is no perfect

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I don't know why I work so hard sometimes. I just feel like I am spinning my wheels in most areas of life. Spiritual, art, relationships, etc. Goals I have feel like rubber band dreams. Just when I think I am getting closer to one, it slingshots away. People say "That's how life is...blah, blah, blah." Thanks for not listening, people.I don't know what I'm doing, or why I do it.

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Tel AvivTel Aviv we've not stopped livingTel Aviv we've worn it on our sleeveTel Aviv we've separated Tell her we've won.Oh dear forlorn lady in the desertOh dear a lady amongst the sandOh dear she's lost it, it's something importantOh dear that lady, she seems so grandTel Aviv you know what she's doingTel Aviv you know where she's beenTel Aviv it's Lebanon callingTell her that she's the one.

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The quarter, followed closely by the Susan B. Anthony dollar is my favorite coin.Sometimes (ok most times) when I get quarters in change I look at their dates. For some reason, I try to imagine where they have been and who have spent them. I try not to think about how dirty money is, but of nuance of an inanimate object. They don't know where they've been or anything. They just are. They are a

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Today someone told me my art was 67 years too late.

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Yeah, I suppose it's true that I really don't know exactly what I want from life.

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I have to document this, because of it's oddity. It so closely resembles fate, I can scarcely disbelieve in it anymore. Ok, for those of you who have known me for a long time/remember/read this at all...you might remember my first screen name was a laughable "daftpunk68". We didn't have AOL so I couldn't get the coveted @aol.com suffix. But the next best thing in email then was Yahoo. So I

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"Why I never got married? Well, I was always afraid that my wife might look at one of my paintings and say: 'Mmm very nice, dear...' There's love and there's painting. And we only have one heart" - Edgar Degas

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I don't know how I feel about this one:(Untitled)Get away from me multi swimsuited girlBlackberry me!Oh-so-cute, and I'm in love.You drink.

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I wanted to document this limerick of sorts:Cannibalism 101If you are what you eat,and dead people are the feast...Than you are not alive.Not in the least.

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May my wants be needs and my needs be pure. Let blessings flow in right time, and let patience accompany me until then. I swear I'll try, I promise I'll try, I'll be a light pointing backwards to You. Create a lead path, one well seen, so no doubt may seed. Just my feet on the path and my eyes on Your deed.

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The following is a random text I received today on the drive home:#: "wol need to give me back my hair straightener back before the cops get involved Jj-lashana"Me: "Girl u right"#: "Yea just wait till they test you. You will fail for all the drugs you do. All you had to do was give it back"At this point, I decided to not text back. I didn't want to escalate a text war with someone who thought I

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Tonight I was at the local video store and they had Sega games for sale for 2 bucks. I should have bought one, but the only choices were Baseball '95 and Tennis. I examined the tennis one and decided it was a no go. Then the cashier asked me if I was interested in buying one and I said kind of, because I still play my old Sega. He was really impressed and asked me what I played most. I told him

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I'm not sure I can count on my hands how many people I know who are pregnant or have newborns right now. Should I be frightened?

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Art show tonight. Should be good."Old Tooth" - Alumni Show - Maxwell Shutt, Jeff Beaver, Chris Boyer, Julie Schrock, Eric Helvie. 6PM - 10PM - 1920 Gallery - IWU Student Center.

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Happy St. Patrick's day.Sometimes I can't help but feel alone with my art. I put so much work into it, I get praise and a certain level of fulfillment. But often times it's the most time consuming thing in my life. It's like being a single dad. (stick with me here) You have to make constant arrangements to make sure you have a space, you turn down plans to hang out with inanimate objects, you are

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Well I have all my pieces framed and ready to go for my show Friday. People keep asking me if I am excited, and I don't really know if I am. I usually don't get excited. I get nervous. Then half way through I don't want it to end. Then I get so tired it's almost unbearable. But one thing remains, and that is I am so thankful to do art, and to have the love of friends who want to come see it. I

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Sounds so cliche, but you really have to do everything by yourself. No one will be there to help you. So if you want something done, get off your ass and do it. Pull yourself up by your boot straps and don't rely on anyone, they'll let you down. Trust only in His trust.

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Sometimes I feel like the desires of my life some how impeded on a grand scheme. I feel guilty half of the time, and hopeful the other half. The thing about desire is that you never know how sinful and self serving they actually could be. I'm not really sure about this, but it seems like I keep figuring out the only things in life I want are for me. According to a grand scheme, it's not about me,

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Looks like I'm moving studio's again. Ho-hum.

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Worked from 7AM to 4PM. Took a break, came home. Then into the studio from 5PM to 10PM. I got a lot done, including RRL's text, stretched a canvas, and started on my show flyer. Pretty productive, but I am exhausted. I get a mini vacation to Ohio this weekend, so that will help.

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Walked into a random downstairs apt. in the same building as my studio. I wasn't really informed that someone would be living there. And the back door is the only door I have the key to. Needless to say, it was pretty awkward. Poor people were just enjoying dinner on the couch. So now I need to get the key to the front door so I don't have to cut through the rented apt. So weird. I just saw my

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Recent happenings:RRL album art2 possible shows in MarchYear 3 24''x 24'' paintingPossible H&W album art?

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Longest and most productive weekend in a long while.

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This is kind of a joke writing I wrote about brushing teeth. I like it.To get the cleanest cleanFoam functionsDon't use a wire brushGauze functionTo sop it all upBut at least I'm tuff.

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I slept in my studio last night, and I swear there were people walking around upstairs. It's a really old big house with a million and a half apartments built on. Today, before working on some sketches, I climbed up and looked in the attic. There were a bunch of old boxes. It was really dirty, or I would have dug around up there. I will later.

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Goodbye Lenfesty/Fester Center. Hello Pink House/Art Haus. I officially changed studios again. I don't know how permanent this one will be. BUT, there is heat, and it's closer to my house. I can walk there! I am thankful for my provisional blessings. They also seem to be my most superficial...but: beds, a good vehicle, good health, a place to work, family, and friends have all saturated my life.

Jeff of coursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10819743178235769202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903809.post-20903647108568595582008-01-09T12:53:00.000-05:002008-01-09T12:55:29.071-05:00

A water pipe burst in my studio, and everyone moved out. So, that being said, it's not worth it for the land lord to keep it open. So on the 14th, I am moving into a room in his house. That I can supposedly use whenever I want. Hopefully that goes well. At least there will be heat there! Oh, and not to mention running water!

Jeff of coursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10819743178235769202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903809.post-24363862640605416372007-12-10T17:52:00.000-05:002007-12-10T17:53:35.736-05:00

I guess I've been busy.

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I'm going to a jazz concert tonight. Alone. Like a creepy old man. But at least the girl asked me if I wanted a student ticket. This means I still have street cred.

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The smell of fire places and bonfires burning. It makes me so sappy. I wish I had someone to be sappy with.

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I think tonight I made a realization just how much I need/want/enjoy "decompression" time.I also realized I would love to find someone who loves that I need/want/enjoy "decompression" time.It's funny how closely my life aligns to a diver's depth. I feel like I work in a constant barrage of social interaction at work. And when I come home I love to just regenerate with a little bit of quiet before

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JailedOur first kiss was in jailOur first kiss was in the holding cell, it was a stiff backed bench sleepless night secretWe held hands in the cop carWe held hands in the cold clamped secure backseat, it was a cordoned off secretIt was a police line catastrophe -- hit and run hold up loveWe last kissed in front of the judgeWe last kissed in view of the jury, and it wasn't fanciful and ha-ppy We

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Birdcalls II (Again)Tonight I was driving and I looked up ina secon' story window.I saw a silhouette of a womanAn she was changing...She was changing her mind.She weren't changin' er clothes she was changin' her mind.Well you know ow it goesYou know ow it's beenWhen she comes around it's back to the pastures again.And it's me back to my pastor's again.Seein' what I can to do just to get Jesus,

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It makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

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Long time, no post.Kind of an update on what is going on so the one to maybe two people can read it. Maybe get some hope from the fact that maybe their life is better than mine. Or they can just pretend. Anyway here is the low down.Living situation: Upon graduating last summer I moved into a house with a few friends who were and are also still graduates. It was on Landess St. 3812 to be exact.

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My IndianaHere there are barns full of junk.Ever notice how the rain starts and they rot from the ground up?Crooked doors and the windows show a shady clutter.Full from brim to brawn with saws that've sawn.Mini whispers about this and that...with the corn that was long ago replaced for progression.Be it cheaper or be it prosper, they'll never know...any better.

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I forgot how looking for "artist" jobs on craigslist depressed me.

Jeff of coursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10819743178235769202noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903809.post-16387930327223963802007-04-16T09:58:00.001-04:002007-04-27T13:05:00.892-04:00

After I am surrounded by love, I feel so attacked.

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I don't know.

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I'm still driving on Will's gas.And I'm -- still -- driving -- on -- Will's -- gas.Thanks, Will. For the gas.You know that song you liked?The one you liked so much?For me -- it's a shredded curtain blown by wind.It is held together now...with:1.Weak strands woven through ventricles.2. (Inaudible medical mumblings)For -- me it was like little pins...It's held together now, like a glued rock.It's

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Thanks for taking all my advice and using it for your next conquer. And using up all the grace I had inside of me. I make no excuses, and I am not cool. I don't have a hat to match a jacket. I felt like I was in highschool again.I'm not cool, but I like who I am.

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It's not strength I seek, it's the power of the meek.It will take a miracle, or it will take a million years...for me to come around again.I'll always be wrong and weak.Love me and to the grass I go.Cattle, and pit bulls.Bird calls, cat calls.Bird calls, cat calls.Cat calls!It's not you in the foreground, it's you...In the back!"Lord help me change.""Lord I'll need what I prayed for yesterday

Jeff of coursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10819743178235769202noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903809.post-66004467987043122042007-02-20T13:04:00.000-05:002007-02-20T13:07:27.170-05:00

I sold a piece at the 1920 Gallery show. It was an 8'' by 11'' drawing called Twinkie Temptation. Pretty encouraging. I have yet to find out who purchased it. If it isn't someone I know it will be my first sale to someone who has no relation/friendship with me. If it is someone I know, it will still be ok, because I love the fact that people respect the work I pour myself into. The compliment of

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I'm much to nostagic for my friends most of the time, so there are always things I want to tell them, but feel that if I did it would be a little too mushy. Either that or my thought comes out a garbled mess of speech not wholly conveying what I had planned to say. So I am going to make a mini list.The friend who I look forward to working with.The couples who have provided for me.The girl who is

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I found out a few days ago that the stray cat which annoys (the one I have an on going feud with) my neighbors and I is actually "owned" by the lady a few houses away. Why doesn't she keep it inside on -8 degree days? I don't know. But she evidently cracks her garage in the summer.

Jeff of coursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10819743178235769202noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903809.post-15730730039282230302007-02-12T07:28:00.000-05:002007-02-10T12:22:01.016-05:00

Last night I dreamt I had a new 6.0, Canon megapixel camera. Then I woke up to find I had none. What a bummer. When I was little like 7 or 8 I had a similar dream about a skateboard. The next morning, I ran out to the garage to go use my skateboard to find I did not have one. Again, what a bummer.I also had a dream about a ghost cat that I thought I killed, but when I threw things at it, they

Jeff of coursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10819743178235769202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903809.post-47860933116163732007-02-06T07:23:00.000-05:002007-02-06T07:27:41.168-05:00

So the show went well, except for the last hour or so which was spent getting evaluated by my friends who think they see male reproductive organs in my paintings. Everyone from far away came, including Charissa, Samo, and Katrina. I was pleased with that. I handed out a lot of hand made business cards so that was good. Still as nervous as always.

Jeff of coursehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10819743178235769202noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5903809.post-66582605127763044362007-02-04T22:52:00.000-05:002007-02-04T22:53:58.745-05:00

Sometimes I really think I will never escape myself.Sometimes I am ok with this, other times I'm not.At least I know I am loved.

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I have some drawing and paintings in a art show coming up.Monday, Feb. 5th 20071920 GalleryIndiana Wesleyan University S.C.from 4 to 10pmChange me, Change me, Change me.

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Just when I think I can't get any lower, I do.Things affect me way too much. I feel like I can't change this.I'm a workaholic and I care more than enough for dime jobs that don't even matter. I cannot be myself under stress. I need to grow up.

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First snow of the season and of 2007 in Marion, Indiana is to be recorded for January 15th through 16th.

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Well I don't want just a girl to fool around withWell I don't want just a girl to ball alrightWhat I want is a girl that I care aboutOr I want nothing at all.AlrightWell I won't pretend I like a girl if I really don'tAnd act like she's great when she makes me feel appalledAll I want is a girl that I care aboutOr I want nothing at all.Well I don't want some cocaine sniffing triumph in the barWell

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I'm shallow.

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R.I.P. James Brown.

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Sometimes I can't believe how fear and uncertainty start to weasel their way into my life. I want to do things, but then I think about how things in my life are so unstable, I can't bank on them staying the same. So it stops me, and inhibits me. I am confused on how to live life, should I play my cards close? Or should I just do what I want to do? And how can I be sure it's fear stopping me and

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"Lord help me change.""Lord I'll need what I prayed for yesterday today too."

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Movies I like in which John Williams has composed the music for: (In chronological order of release)The Towering Inferno (1974)Jaws (1975)Star Wars (1977)Superman (1978)Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)Star Wars: the Empire Strikes Back (1982)E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (1982)Star Wars: the Return of the Jedi (1983)Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984)Space Camp (1986)Indiana Jones and the Last

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I'm so sick of it.

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One thing I love about nature's most extreme seasons (winter, and summer) is that it creates a sort of unity in people. In the winter, there is nothing I love more than rosey cheeks and warm drinks. The chill of the wind and the snow is hard on our bodies. We are in this together, (unfortunately those in mild climates don't get much winter) this is survival. Even though modern day inventions have

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Now I can see that everything meant nothing. Your actions display your true confusion, and I'm not buying in anymore. I can't take another promise broken through "naivete". You say you want stability and faith, but all too often you seem blinded by the desires of your heart.And I know it's hard to decipher which are good and which are bad desires, because both good and bad desire flow from the

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I don't have much feeling in my fingertips. So far, this has probably been one of my best weeks since sometime in the summer.

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Blessings and curses.I'll always be your best friend.

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I am in a unique place in life. I have just a tad more responsibility than when I was in college. I don't have the pressure to perform for grades, and I motivate myself. I am not tied down to a specific place. I chose to live here. Since I am none of the things I listed, I can be a great friend to all those still present in Marion.I want to try to devote and invest into people. I have the time,

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As told by wikipedia: The White Panther party ethos reads:In November of 1968, Fifth Estate published the "White Panther State/meant". This manifesto, in emulation of the Black Panthers, ended with a ten-point program:Full endorsement and support of Black Panther Party's 10-Point ProgramTotal assault on the culture by any means necessary, including rock n' roll, dope and fucking in the

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I probably shouldn't be alone on nights like this. I should probably go to bed (it's only 9:30), but I think I want to paint. I think if I do, I would end up ruining something. Perhaps that's just what I need.

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I feel old and out of it sometimes. I feel unattached and out of the loop. I'm as quarky as I've ever been, and maybe more.

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One rent check away from bankruptcy.

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Is my nephew Lou Reed?

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