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so i take it from the lack of comments that my last post was on the banal side.... sorry.... a list is a list is a list.... update OK - so blogger totally screwed up my comments.... somehow my settings got switched - and i swear i went no where near them.... i haven't touched them since i updated the left bar like eons ago.... and how did the one anonymous comment make it through?? so this morning i look and there you all are!! you still like me!! and i'm a dork. and lame for posting this and retarded. sorry. that's what i get for late night feeling sorry for myselfness [i'm making up a new phrase] it's funny because when i started this whole blog thing it really was for my family and for me. a place for me to randomly record the things that went through my head. things that seemed especially pertinent to the studio or to whatever i might be interested in for a nano second. i knew that technically it would be "out there" for the world to read.... but really it seemed like it was more of a secret.
and then.... came this flood of community and like minds and it grew into this whole other entity. an entity that i have really come to enjoy and love and cherish in a way that i never really thought possible. i really do truly savor reading and commenting on what you my internet friends [some of you are more than just friends] - are doing... for a split second i had this feeling as if i was in a competition.... like comments were chocolate covered golden nuggets.... and i needed more and more to survive.... and that's not what this space is about. and i'm not sure why i even needed to make this notion public, but.... i felt compelled. and thus.... there it is.... dear readers - should you comment stupid blogger for eating them! i will be excited by what you share. should you not, my typing won't cease [i mean really if i start thinking about an audience i will most likely clam up, shut up or cease and desist!] i'm leaving this in because it will remind me to quit being such a ninny, OK?
above is the rubberband ball i started way back when i worked for a gallery. why? because that's what happens in offices of all kinds. boredom seeps in and rubber balls are born. it has grown and shrunk in size for various reasons....
yesterday and today i have been feeling like a rubber band.... stretched and taught and potentially snappable. don't stand too close because it's all fun and games until someone loses an eye. the rubber band metaphor is even more close to me since my grandfather was obsessed with them. he used them as a tool to seal and close almost anything you could imagine. a wallet wasn't a wallet with out a rubberband around it. cupboards simply don't really stay closed with out them.... and now i am channeling one... what does this mean?
what i really should be doing is continuing work in my factory. i have turned my dining room into a factory indeed see for yourself:
it's all for the sale. all for the sale... tagging, lining, labeling... inventory... pinning, counting.... and i should be an elf right now. but i'm burnt. i'm an old sundried rubberband that is past its prime....
i think it's nothing that some sleep and coffee can't fix. let's hope so.