rip, nam june paik
Techno Buddha by Nam June Paik (1932-2006)
rip, nam june paik
i have a fundamental isse with the bloggies... - i don't find it appropriate or worthwhile to rank something as individual or personal as being better than other blogs. i read and have looked at some of the nominated blogs and while i have nothing especially against them - i honestly can't see how they are *better* than any blog i read - the whole "blogging community" kinda reminds me of high school and you probably can take a wild guess at how popular i was in high school...
here's what i've been digging lately
for a while i've had mixed feelings about my blog. my heart hasn't really been into it. and i think it shows, and i think it's perhaps why i don't seem to get a lot of response. maybe not; who knows? anyhow, i feel rule number 1 re:blogging is to blog for yourself - not to get readers...still, i haven't found my recent posts very satisfying to write - and although i *do* keep the blog for my own purposes - to be honest, connecting with people is a big reason i keep the blog - kinda makes me feel a little less like a weirdo...
my daughter says it looks like me, but better. i'll buy that. i find sketching among the most relaxing things to do. i did it a lot when i was just out of college and unemployed. hey - no money, minimal friends - what else to do? anyhow, i think any activity into which one can get lost in ultimately relieves stress - and this is good cause it works the opposite side of my brain. while i realize i am not very accomplished - i am happy with some of my sketches. i should dig up some pastels i did ages ago...
when you have 4 people who are very opinionated about which portion of the brownie they want, the brownie gets cut into strange shapes...
where's the bodhi tree?
here are some pictures...
tagged by kristin
just finished creating a site for lorain county habitat for humanity
i am going to do a country music remake of the phantom of the opera, called the phantom of the opry
shortly after my wife returned from grocery shopping i yelled kinda loud - "omg, there's a dead bird on the floor". the whole family incl. a friend of my daughter's were in a panic thinking it the latest victim of our cats...
i also caught the movie grizzly man this weekend. my brother got me it as a christmas gift. great documentary about timothy treadwell by werner herzog - a man who lived with the grizzlies in alaska - who was, along with his girlfriend, ultimately killed by them. i think treadwell had his heart in the right place, but, was very troubled and was extremely misguided. i think his own troubles caused him to project on the grizzlies and on the wild that which simply was not real - while this gave him a refuge from the pain of the "normal" world, which we all feel - perhaps him deeper than most - it lead to his death and the death of his girl friend...
i saw brokeback mountain a few days ago. and i've thought a lot about it since. i guess that, in itself, is a sign of a great movie. it certainly has been the subject of much critical praise - which, if anything, i think can weigh down the movie with expectations.
i watched jack osbourne:adrenaline junkie on the travel channel, and i have to give the man tons of credit. to change his life and get into condition to climb el capitan in 6 mos. is awesome. you may think i am being tongue in cheek, but i'm not - what an inspiration. and of course, ozzy mumbles, incomprehensibly....
Nellie McKay has been dropped by Columbia Records after a dispute over her sophomore album, "Pretty Little Head," turned ugly.
So to conclude
I'm a little of a prude
So it's difficult for me to have to allude
To all this rude crude verbal baggage
But I manage cuz I'm a savage inside
I may listen to Enya's greatest hits
And try to control my hissy fits with pride
Won't get my hair dyed
But oh the onus of lyin' all the time
I don't wanna say, "diiiie m*****f***er!"
But I wouldn't mind if you did
Sometimes even the nice girl's ego has to override the id
And so before I flip my lid my crib
And get myself out of this bind
You can hear what's on my lips but you don't know
What's in my mind
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