Monday, April 1, 2002
Tuesday, April 2, 2002
In January when it snowed the last time, I saw a clear reflection in a patch of black ice in the alley behind my house. Naturally I grabbed my camera. . .
"In the Gutter Looking at the Stars"
Thursday, April 4, 2002
Well, we seem to have another house. I like this one quite a lot. It's only about five or six blocks from here. It's close to the Post Office where I have my P.O. Box, and my favorite bar. It's only two blocks from where I attend my poetry group meetings, which coincidentally is my favorite coffee bar. Big old house with lots going for it. I just hope I don't have to take in laundry to heat and cool the place.
It's going to be two weeks or more before we get to move in, and everything here is in boxes. I've only got some dry media out to work with. I suppose that's good in a way. It'll make me stretch a bit. I've unhooked my scanner, but I might have to get it back out so I can scan some of the stuff I'll be doing. I've done one so far and I'm moderately pleased with it.
Keep the faith, baby!
Friday, April 5, 2002
Odd problems with sending mail to recipients at Hotmail lately. I have no idea what's going on. Nothing I send gets there. Some of it gets sent back by Charter's mailer-daemon and tells me the connection is broken. Weird. I can't even send something to my own hotmail account. Of course, having written that, an e-mail I sent several hours ago just arrived in my hotmail box.
I'm still drawing and stuff. I did a rendition of a photo I found on a newsgroup somewhere. It turned out looking a little cartoonish to me. I think I'll use this time waiting to move, with all my things in boxes, to draw more, to try to go beyond facsimiles of Arshile Gorky and Stan Lee.
Quote of the Day: "DaDa is beautiful like the night, who cradles the young day in her arms." -- Hans Arp
Saturday, April 6, 2002
Quote of the Day: "DADA speaks with you, it is everything, it envelopes everything, it belongs to every religion, can be neither victory or defeat, it lives in space and not in time." -- Francis Picabia
Art pundits have been saying that Dada is dead. They tried to kill it in the 20's and every decade after that. Soon we will celebrate the 100th anniversary of Dada. Dada lead to the surrealists, Picasso, and pretty much the whole of modern art. Dada will never die.
The weather turned colder again. My neck and shoulders, already sore and tight from stress, have gotten worse. Incipient arthritis is not a fun thing. If it was my knees and ankles bothering me, I'd be inclined to blame it on my weight, but since it isn't, I'm pretty sure it's for the above named reasons that I suffer and don't get much sleep.
I saw Michael Moore's new book, Stupid White Men on the shelf at Books A Million yesterday. I leafed through it. Lovely book. He's one of the few people in this society who has any idea of what's wrong and why. The book is $24.95 plus sales tax. As soon as I can spare that, I'm going to purchase it.
I noticed that the mass market paperback, trade paperback and wide-distribution hardbound books are suffering from a lessening of quality. The paper is not buffered and is already turning yellow on the bookshop shelves. The bindings even in hardbounds are not sewn into signatures, merely glued with poor quality glue. Everything is about doing it as cheaply as possible anymore,isn't it? MBA's run businesses that they have no knowledge of nor interest in and the only component of the operation that they care about is the cost-benefit ratio and the bottom line. They snip and cut and pare and whittle away any hint of quality to save a few mills per unit, so that a substantial savings can be seen across the economies of scale. It matters not to them that quality is a virtue. Someone once said that "in an advance society money is sacred. In a democracy, it's the only thing that is." I don't advocate any particular universal religion, but surely we can do better than worshiping wealth?
Sunday, April 7, 2002
Beautiful day today, and I didn't go out to take a single photograph. I suppose the stress has dragged me down into depression. Doctor's appointment tomorrow. I hate doctor's appointments. I like my doctor, though.
Quote of the Day: "Dada is the sun, Dada is the egg. Dada is the Police of the Police." -- Richard Huelsenbeck
I wonder if that's where the PBS art show, Egg, got its name?
Monday, April 8, 2002
It's the anniversary of Picasso's death. He died 29 years ago today. Yesterday was an anniversary of sorts too, that I let slip by without mentioning it. It was three years ago yesterday that I started this online Journal/Diary/Blog project. I'm sure that's not a record, and I haven't kept at it continuously because of technical problems, but it has gone on for three years straight now. It spans the millenia. . .
Quote of the Day: "Take what you can use and let the rest go by." -- Ken Kesey
It hit close to 80 degrees in Charleston today. Beautiful day. The pink blossoms on the trees along the river have faded somewhat. They aren't as spectacular as they were when it was cold. White apple blossom petals are swirling around like snow flurries downtown. My sinuses have officially closed for the season.
Tuesday, April 9, 2002
Used to be coffee came in one pound and three pound cans or bags. Now it comes in 13 ounce and 39 ounce (2 lb. 3 oz.) containers. Candy bars have gotten progressively smaller as the prices have increased. A lot of things being sold today are smaller than their counterparts in years past. Do they think we don't notice? Maybe we don't. One thing that does puzzle me, particularly given this tendency to reduce the size and quantity of things, is the length of shoe laces in new shoes. I bought a pair of New Balance running/walking shoes. The laces were so long that there was no way I could tie them without either the loops or the ends dragging the ground. I have to double tie them. I figured this was just an athletic shoe "thing". Not so: the next pair of shoes I bought were Rockports -- same thing. Then I got a pair of Dr. Scholls shoes (very comfortable, I might add). The laces were 36 inches long on low top shoes. I cut them off at a comfortable length, 30 inches, and the core of the laces slid out and I couldn't relace the shoes. I couldn't find any 30 inch laces anywhere in the right color, so I tried 27 inch. Perfect! So why is it that shoes come with laces that are a good 8 or 9 inches too long for the shoes? I just don't get it. Then again, I don't get most things.
Quote of the Day: (In honor of National Poetry Month) "Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted." -- Percy Bysshe Shelley
New things going on at the 23 page. Click on the number 23 on the main page to see. Weird and archaic sex laws still on the books in these United States.
"Rock 'n Roll"
Wednesday, April 10, 2002
Well, we signed the lease and got the keys for the new house today. We don't officially take possession until the first, but we have a 20 day grace period to do whatever cleaning and fixing up we want to do before the actual occupancy date. There's nothing really big wrong with the place, but it has a plethora of little problems. I think we have everything laid out now, so all we have to do is clean, tinker, move, and unpack.
We got a really nice rug at Lowe's for the living room. There is a rug in the attic that might work well for my studio. Next trick is to get all the utilities turned on and change our address on everything. I just renewed my driver's licence! Wahhhhh!
Quote of the Day: "Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius - and a lot of courage to move in the opposite direction." -- Albert Einstein
Spring appears to have sprung. The tulips in the yard at the new place are beautiful. There are purple flag irises, too, and Russian sage (I think) and some other things I don't know. There are two rhodendron bushes in front of the porch, and a nice blue spruce. In the back is a holly tree, and some other kind. I'm not sure what it is yet. There were sunflowers all around the house last year. I fully expect some volunteers this year. I have some nice spots to plant my herbs and vegetables. Parking does not appear to be a problem. We need to get some porch furniture of some description. It's a nice porch.
Friday, April 12, 2002
The move is on. Some cleaning and painting is in order. Gawd, I hate moving! Got some photographs back from the processor today. Wish I had the scanner hooked up.
Sardonic Quote of the Day: "Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation." -- Oscar Wilde
V.P. Dick Cheney is in town tonight. The traffic downtown near the Marriott is murder.
Tonight, I pulled nails and patched holes and spackled the living room, Hauled three loads of things to the new house, put together a 6 foot tall set of shelves and 2/3 of an entertainement center, cleaned, installed a doorbell, and spray painted a bowling ball.
I'm tired, my feet hurt, I probably won't sleep well tonight, for the third night in a row. There are some neighbors living to the west and to the rear of us at the new place that I suspect we will have some problems with. Already Ann is talking about a privacy fence. This evening someone back there was drying his laundry on the fence between the two lots.
The telephone will work in both places with the same number starting Tuesday. The water was turned on today. The gas and electricity will be in our name starting the 15th. I don't know about the cable yet. The cable and phone wiring in that house are muy weird. A lot may have to be redone. I'll be beat by the time it's over, but I think I'll be much more comfortable there than I ever was here. Stay tuned!
Monday, April 15, 2002
The weekend just disappeard. Well, not really, but I wasn't here at the old place much at all. Both my kids chipped in and did me proud. Sean and Margaret masked the living room, will a little help (hinderance?) from a couple of Sean's friends. Then they washed the walls down with TSP (Trisodium Phosphate) and sanded and wiped in preparation for painting. Yesterday, we painted. Sean actually came back to the old place and did laundry for most of the day. Then he and his friend Mat hauled boxes while Mags and I finished up painting. It's looking good. There are a few touch-ups and corrections to be made, but it looks really good. Next we tackle "The Blue Room." It's what was probably originally the master bedroom. There was a little damage to the wall and ceiling in one corner from a on-time roof leak. Sean scraped and stabilized that yesterday and is supposed to mask it so it can be prepped for painting today.
Finally! a good night's sleep last night. Well, it's time to be off and get busy. More soon.
Tuesday, April 16, 2002
Ever have one of those days where you felt like you didn't accomplish a thing, yet there was a lot done at the end of the day that wasn't at the start? Well, today was one of those days. The air conditioning ducts at the new house were leaking like sieves. Got that pretty much patched up. Moved a few loads. Got the rug in the living room down and cleaned. Unpacked some things. Managed to make it through the day without going to either Wal-Mart or Lowe's!
Tomorrow is going to be a hard day. Painting most of the day, then heavy lifting in the evening. This will either get me in shape or kill me.
I got the cat moved, I think. She ran off across the street and through some yards when I took her over there. Tonight when I dropped my son off to watch the place over night, she was back. I think she might make the move pretty easily. She was born in this house (on my bed!), and she's never known anywhere but here. I hope she does well.
Wednesday, April 17, 2002
Thursday, April 18, 2002
It's spring cleaning, redecorating, and moving, all rolled into one. It's tiring, but a little invigorating as well. Two rooms painted. I may do another couple before we officially move in, or I might wait. There's a lot of yard work to be done. I want to plant bamboo along the fences out back. I've always wanted bamboo, and I like the privacy it affords.
There's a big pile of brush in one corner of the back yard. It needs to be cut up and bagged and put out for the city to pick up. Maybe, since a lot of it is tree limbs, the city might possibly just send the chipper truck around.
I'm tired, and there's still so much to do. . . Onward!
Saturday, April 20, 2002
This journal project will be on hold until further notice. Things should be up and running at the new location by next Friday. Should. . .
Monday, April 22, 2002
I'm continuing this journal while offline. The computer is up and running okay. I just have to wait for the cable company to show up and run the line.
It's early morning after a long day. We got quite a lot accomplished, including getting the computer hooked back up and running. The only thing now is the cable connection so I can get back online and update this page. Got my scanner hooked back up so I'll be scanning the latest batch of photographs (as soon as I can find them!).
Time for bed. . .
Monday, April 22, 2002
Got a lot done today. Sean repaired a cabinet for me and finished putting the utility shelves for the shed together. Ann and Margaret cleaned the old house and shampooed the carpets. I made a considerable dent in the studio. I now have most all of the components in place. Now comes the multi-month ordeal of making it all fit together in a usable fashion.
Something I've been noticing a lot more lately is people using blowers to clear their sidewalks of leaves and grass clippings after they mow. They usually blow it off into the street, for the traffic to pulverize it into dust to be blown around into everyone's window fans and air-conditioning and heating vents. What makes people think that moving their own problem into someone else's area of responsibility is acceptable behavior? Why would anyone suppose that making his problem someone else's is a proper thing to do?
Tuesday, April 23, 2002
It's funny how different houses fit differently. This house seems to fit me better than the last one. The rooms are different, and I therefore have to rethink my strategies for storage and work space. There's plenty of room, just not enough of it contiguous to put everything I want in the same space. The trick is figuring out how to break up things so that it's not maddening going back and forth trying to accomplish things. It will come.
Wednesday, April 24, 2002
The living room is starting to look like a living room instead of a warehouse. The studio looks like the stacks in the library at Alexandria; either that or an alchemist's lair. Sean has his room pretty much how he likes it. However, some semblence of order in there might be nice. the kitchen is still a bit tight and cluttered, as is the pantry, but it's coming along. The master bedroom is in fair condition, and the bathrooms lead the pack as far as being how they will eventually stay. Ann's office/storage room is still a warehouse.
The outbuilding needs more cleaning and a lot of organizing. My darling daughter cleaned the attic the other day and it's pretty much ready to be used. The basement is full of boxes, some of which still need to be broken down. We're going to save a lot of them so that when my daughter and her family move sometime within the next year or so they won't have to look for boxes. The library/sunporch hasn't been touched. The books are in boxes, the shelves, empty. No time for that yet.
Friday the cable company is supposed to send someone around to hook me up. Then we'll go live with this project again. I hate to think of how much e-mail lies in wait for me after nearly a week of accumulating.
Thursday, April 25, 2002
The chaos is starting to wear me down. No matter how much cleaning we did here in the new house, or how much we cleaned the things we moved, there's still dust all over the place. I have less studio space than I had before. I'm starting to feel cramped. I had hoped to put my big work table in the basement, but it wouldn't go through the door. Now I'm pretty much stuck with everything I had spread across three rooms all in one. I did manage to get the photgraphic equipment and photo storage in another room. Still, I went from a room that was 12 feet 6 inches by 20 feet to one that's 13 feet five by 14 feet. There are two big windows in the room too, and I'm loathe to block them. There's a French door leading to the living room, and another door to the bathroom in the back. The wall space is limited somewhat and the way the room's laid out with power only accessible on one side, I had to eat up both wall space and one side of my work table. Maybe it's all just because I can't see an end to it, and I'm aching to paint or draw or something.
Friday, April 26, 2002
Well, my Internet connection is back. It's slower than. . . well, it's slow. . .
It's been a terrible day. My stereo receiver seems to have blown an ouput stage on the right. No stereo. Sucks. . .
Saturday, April 27, 2002
May first I'll put up some photographs of the new house and environs. I managed to get a couple shots of the tulips before they withered. Stay tuned.
Anybody want to come over and help me orgainize my studio? Preferably someone with good knees and a strong back. . .
Saturday, April 27, 2002
This has been another one of those days where I feel like I haven't accomplished a thing. I've been busy all day, and when I look around I see things I've done, but still it feels like I've done very little to nothing.
The grass is mowed, the driveway and sidewalk hosed off, the lawns raked. Still need to trim, though. I put some adjustable shelves in the cabinet I got from the kitchen in trade for my drawers stand. The porch is clean and all the stuff that was on it is put away. I'd intended to do some laundry, but that didn't make it into the stream. Went to the hardware store, art supply store, and will probably go to the grocery store before it's over.
My Internet connection is back to speed. I got through all 467 e-mails that were waiting for me, most of them handled with the delete key.
Quote of the Day: "If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things." -- Descartes
Monday, April 29, 2002
It's been a long day. Sean helped me a little with putting things away and cleaning a little bit. He was supposed to put books on shelves, but they're still in boxes. I changed shower heads. The new one makes a world of difference. I put the marble threshhold back together on the upstairs bathroom door. I put some new towel rings on the strip next to the shower and hung the new shower curtain (it's gorgeous!). What else did I do? Oh yeah, curtains, vacuuming, and general fending off of atrophy.
Quote of the Day: "Nature always wins. What determines our character is the quality of the struggle we put up against it." -- Morley Safer
I look forward to the day when I can kick back and relax and not feel like I'm committing a Class A felony. Maybe sometime in June. . .