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The sweaty chemicals of happiness

SOTD Love Will Turn You Around – Kenny Rogers What I Wouldn’t Do – Serena Ryder Inside and Out – Feist The Girl Gets Around – Sammy Hagar Ain’t No Cure For Love – Leonard Cohen I had to start … Continue reading

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Zen as hell

So it was art night at my house tonight- I finally got to see someone using oil paints – and I noticed that my color palette has completely changed.  For a long time it was  primarily shades of blue and … Continue reading

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Invoking the 40% rule

That wasn’t exactly the most fun I’ve ever had, sorting through all my soot covered possessions. Holy shit it was therapeutic though – I threw away things that I would have carted around for years. Luckily the universe had other … Continue reading

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Words of wisdom

“Art is to comfort the disturbed, and to disturb the comfortable.”- unknown Brilliant. Seriously. I went out for beer and hot dogs with a beautiful bellydancer/costume designer/corporate coworker this evening, and she told me that quote. I knew right away … Continue reading

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Mandolin Rain

I would feel so much better if I could paint, but all my supplies are already packed. It’s not like I’ve been able to paint in ages anyway. Smearing color around a canvas or random found object- it feels fantastic … Continue reading

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Melting

I got a new night light, and I’m ridiculously excited about it. Oh what I wouldn’t give for a good nights sleep. I fantasize about it, but I don’t see it happening. I allot an amount of time to rest, … Continue reading

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So far away

Sometimes the words won’t come. I wish I could write something brilliant to change things for the better in even some tiny little way. But I realize that I don’t truly want tiny, I want huge, epic, and amazing on … Continue reading

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Sounds like a melody

My wonderful eccentric architect friend took me to lunch last week. He’s a drinker, and I suck at drinking but I gave it a go. After two Bloody Mary’s (sp?), I stumbled with him over to the art museum. There … Continue reading

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