Life Changes, Whether We Want It To Or Not

Things are changing rapidly, so here’s where I’m at.

I’m forcing myself to adapt, but not without kicking and screaming like a 5 year old in full tantrum.

Currently I work 4 days and get 3 days off -cool, no? But this last few days I find myself sitting at home, staring at the walls, wondering how in the hell I’m going to cope with 7 days off and no money.

So I started a new blog, The Smoking Pan, for recipes and maybe a little food photography. Lord knows I’ve got enough lights, props, and lenses to setup a small studio, so I might as well use some of it.

I’ve also started house cleaning in earnest, and I’m sure I’m going to receive hate mail from the garbage collectors, because I’ve got tons of shit junk and crap that I never got around to doing anything with. Now all those things I was going to fix are cheaper to replace than repair. And the stuff I saved because I might need it some day is getting under foot.

I’m also going to dump a lot of posts from RCNevada. (this blog). Maybe this will allow me to get organized, probably not, but it’s worth a try. And all those whiny posts are starting to annoy me beyond what I’m willing to tolerate.

I know I need to get out of the house or I’ll wind up one of those cranky old hermits who forgets to bath and goes around talking to himself. So, I bought a pair of very light weight hiking boots and plan on forcing myself to get my happy ass out and about.
propet hinking boot
These are a pair of Propet Ridge Walker Hiking Boots.

They run narrow so I went from a 4e to a 5e and so far they don’t feel too bad. Of course today is the first day I’ve worn them so I won’t know for sure until late tomorrow. You’ve got to find out what happens when your feet swell, and trust me, they will. Especially when you’re hiking.

So here’s the plan: I force myself to get up early and get out and get back home before the temperature hits shake and bake. Then when I get back I start painting the bathrooms, and so on.

In the meantime a friend just offered me a job watching surveillance video, which sounds about as much fun as watching paint dry. But, it’s money in my pocket and someplace to go so I’m thinking about it.

Life goes on.

Notebook and Sharpie Pen

A friend gave me this notebook to write in.
Write what you ask? Why my thoughts of course. –She’s an old hippie turned new age, whatever they call themselves.

notebook

Dance in the rain? Yeah right, my mamma said I had a choice, I could get struck by lightning, or I could get struck by her hand if I didn’t get my ass back in the house.
Yup, she instilled in me the good sense to come in out of the rain.

Any way, on recommendation of a travel writer, I tried a sharpie pen, which is exactly what it sounds like, a very fine point sharpie.
fine tip sharpie

You can see what happens when you don’t lift your hand high enough or tilt the pen too much. At least it doesn’t bleed through. Because of the way I write it still makes a mess. –So it’s back to ball points.
sharpie text
(And for those of you who know me, I can read it even if you can’t.)

As Performers Continue to be Arrested, #iTOMB Keeps Calm and Carries On:)

This is an excerpt of a post by David Everitt-Carlson: starving artist, Occupy Wall Street protester and owner/author of “I Think Outside My Box” (iTOMB)

As Performers Continue to be Arrested, #iTOMB Keeps Calm and Carries On:)

Soviet Union 1975: A violinist was arrested in the subway last week for, you didn’t guess it, playing a violin. And yes, those of us old enough to remember what we were told about that evil Soviet empire at the time might find that odd, but that was then, and this is now – in America, nonetheless.

How’s that New World Order workin’ out for ya.

But Matthew Christian, the violinist and staunch advocate of Buskers Rights, is not alone. All over the city musicians, performers and artists are being summonsed, arrested and harassed for their exercise of their, and your, First Amendment rights. And if you don’t think that really matters to you, read on.

This is an interesting perspective on artists rights in NYC. – Remember, if it can happen in New York City it can happen here.