because I am in a realllllly foul mood today. Nothing makes me happy and I'm sending out invitations to my pity party today. I'm pissed at the world, pissed at my financial situation, pissed at the economy and pissed at myself. If it was Thursday, I would have come late to Writer's Club, just because I can! Oh brother. all of this because of a lousy computer.
But...I was anxious to see what you were going to write Barbara as today's work of art was so complex. But you nailed it. It was all about energy and things flying at you in all directions! Nicely done!
These are the things women know about love...
We know the joy in life that comes from being in love.
We know the difference between love and being in love (and there is a big difference).
We know the difference between love and the idea of love (again BIG difference).
We know the strength that comes when someone you love believes in you.
We know that the words "I Love You" can make us smile.
We know that the love we see on television and in the movies is crap.
We know that we love chocolate...and shoes....and shoes.
We know that love can happen when we least expect it.
We know that sometimes in love, you do have to say you are sorry.
We know that in order to love, we must first love ourselves.
We know that....All You Need is Love....Love is all you need (That's for you Barbara!).
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Chaos Out of Order
It's overcast and windy and I'd really like to stay indoors today, but I have to go to the bank and the grocery. I am intending to submit at least 2 things today and look for more places so that I can get back into the stream of putting my work out there. Having Jenny's co-worker remember my essay and talk about it even when I wasn't there really gave me a boost. Maybe I can do this writing thing after all.
February 3--Jackson Pollock, Silver over Black, White, Yellow, and Red. Chaos. Colors fly at me out of a vanishing point, bombarding me with their wet, hot breath. Black and silver carry the rest, blaze the trail out of nothing into something. Fiery red pulses in the center as it flails my eyes and sears the air until there is nothing to breathe. No cool blues or greens to bring relief. Only the metallic lash of the silver as it bears down on me from a great height. The pseudo-friendly yellow shows its fangs as it skulks on the fringes, not brave enough to attack on its own. Power is what it is all about. Power lashing out of the universe to pin me in space and flog my senses with wind and heat and agression.
Well, I like that. Not so much a story but I like the mood.
--Barbara
February 3--Jackson Pollock, Silver over Black, White, Yellow, and Red. Chaos. Colors fly at me out of a vanishing point, bombarding me with their wet, hot breath. Black and silver carry the rest, blaze the trail out of nothing into something. Fiery red pulses in the center as it flails my eyes and sears the air until there is nothing to breathe. No cool blues or greens to bring relief. Only the metallic lash of the silver as it bears down on me from a great height. The pseudo-friendly yellow shows its fangs as it skulks on the fringes, not brave enough to attack on its own. Power is what it is all about. Power lashing out of the universe to pin me in space and flog my senses with wind and heat and agression.
Well, I like that. Not so much a story but I like the mood.
--Barbara
Monday, February 2, 2009
My Sistah from Anothah Mistah!
Barbara- I looked at Women of Tahiti today and was thinking the exact same thing you blogged about. Those are NOT women....they look like little girls who have been caught lying to their parents or perhaps worse! You may be onto something, perhaps Gauguin was being a bit inappropriate....shudder!
Find Your Way in a City
"Get yourself a subway map and never let it go." Those were the words told to me by a woman who had moved recently to New York. "It's what everyone does; even people who have lived there for fifteen years."
I honestly thought that was the dumbest thing I had ever heard about such a great city. Get a map of the subway system? Are you serious? Sure, perhaps if you are determined to get from Point A to Point B in exactly so many minutes; but what a waste of a tree! New York is not a city to conquer; it is a city to be explored, slowly and sensuously, like a man exploring the body of his lover of fifteen years.
I want to get lost in New York. I want to navigate my way through the busy streets and avenues with a destination in mind, but with luck, will find a golden nugget that I never thought I would come upon, even in my wildest dreams. "Rule of thumb," a former New York police officer turned limo driver once told me, "when you see fewer people, turn around. There is a reason nobody is around." Smart man; after all, he would know. I want to always be romanced and enchanted by New York; even if it remains my love after fifteen years.
Find Your Way in a City
"Get yourself a subway map and never let it go." Those were the words told to me by a woman who had moved recently to New York. "It's what everyone does; even people who have lived there for fifteen years."
I honestly thought that was the dumbest thing I had ever heard about such a great city. Get a map of the subway system? Are you serious? Sure, perhaps if you are determined to get from Point A to Point B in exactly so many minutes; but what a waste of a tree! New York is not a city to conquer; it is a city to be explored, slowly and sensuously, like a man exploring the body of his lover of fifteen years.
I want to get lost in New York. I want to navigate my way through the busy streets and avenues with a destination in mind, but with luck, will find a golden nugget that I never thought I would come upon, even in my wildest dreams. "Rule of thumb," a former New York police officer turned limo driver once told me, "when you see fewer people, turn around. There is a reason nobody is around." Smart man; after all, he would know. I want to always be romanced and enchanted by New York; even if it remains my love after fifteen years.
Groundhog Day
Wasn't the weekend nice? Sunny and warmish, almost like it'll get really, seriously warm one of these days. I heard two conflicting groundhog predictions this morning. The "official" one in Pennsylvania saw his shadow and said 6 more weeks of winter. The Wisconsin one (I think I was a guy in a groundhog suit) didn't see his shadow and said winter would be a little shorter. I prefer to think the WI one is right.
February 2--Paul Gauguin, Women of Tahiti, on the Beach. Neither of these girls looks happy. If I were sitting on a beach in Tahiti I'd be happy. I'd be grinning my fool head off, and I wouldn't be wearing a long-sleeved dress either. The girls (they're not women, Paul, not by a long shot) have their shoulders hunched and their faces downcast. They do not want to be there. Maybe old Paul Gauguin is being inappropriate behind his easel, making lewd suggestions, or even waving his willy at them. I am surprised that he has painted the sky and the ocean black. Is a storm coming? Maybe that's why the girls look so unhappy. I'd still like to be there to ask.
Eh. A little better. Gotta go to work. Bye.
--Barbara
February 2--Paul Gauguin, Women of Tahiti, on the Beach. Neither of these girls looks happy. If I were sitting on a beach in Tahiti I'd be happy. I'd be grinning my fool head off, and I wouldn't be wearing a long-sleeved dress either. The girls (they're not women, Paul, not by a long shot) have their shoulders hunched and their faces downcast. They do not want to be there. Maybe old Paul Gauguin is being inappropriate behind his easel, making lewd suggestions, or even waving his willy at them. I am surprised that he has painted the sky and the ocean black. Is a storm coming? Maybe that's why the girls look so unhappy. I'd still like to be there to ask.
Eh. A little better. Gotta go to work. Bye.
--Barbara
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Warm Wind
It felt great to be out in the sun and the warm wind this afternoon while I was filling the birdfeeders. Like it might actually be spring one of these days. I applied an expensive bandage to the biggest source of my writing frustrations yesterday. I went to Best Buy and I bought myself a new Acer laptop. No more computer falling asleep when I'm in the bathroom and not being able to be awakened. No more losing work because I forgot to save it. We're still getting acquainted but I can tell this is going to be a good relationship.
Jennifer, I like both of the things you wrote and I really like how they are the opposite of each other. Keep going, it's worth it to get those writing muscles toned up.
January 31-February 1--Michelangelo Buonaroti, David. I can't take my eyes off him. He stands there in a shaft of sunlight that burnishes his skin to gold. My fingers itch to caress the pulse in his neck, to trace those sensuous lips with the barest touch of my fingertip. I want to rake my fingers through his tousled black curls and make him purr. His nose has a little bump in it like it has been broken once, maybe in a boyhood soccer game. You can see the self-assurance in his face as he stands the3re, unconcerned that so many eyes are on him. The tension in his muscles so firm beneath his skin makes me want to reach out and smooth my hand down his back and arms. I don't though, it's too public here. What would people think?
At least I wrote. Maybe I'll be more inspired tomorrow..
--Barbarfa
Jennifer, I like both of the things you wrote and I really like how they are the opposite of each other. Keep going, it's worth it to get those writing muscles toned up.
January 31-February 1--Michelangelo Buonaroti, David. I can't take my eyes off him. He stands there in a shaft of sunlight that burnishes his skin to gold. My fingers itch to caress the pulse in his neck, to trace those sensuous lips with the barest touch of my fingertip. I want to rake my fingers through his tousled black curls and make him purr. His nose has a little bump in it like it has been broken once, maybe in a boyhood soccer game. You can see the self-assurance in his face as he stands the3re, unconcerned that so many eyes are on him. The tension in his muscles so firm beneath his skin makes me want to reach out and smooth my hand down his back and arms. I don't though, it's too public here. What would people think?
At least I wrote. Maybe I'll be more inspired tomorrow..
--Barbarfa
Progress Report--Week #4
I finished the Accidental Socks Friday night! One month! It took me one 
month to make Sock #2. Of course I worked on it at least once a week and most weeks it was more than that. I let Sock #1 languish for months while I ran around with faster projects and went for the instant gratification of fat yarn and big needles, but I've learned from that mistake. I have. Now I'll have gen-u-wine handmade socks to wow the dive guys with at the AC Christmas part next Saturday. The eagle-eyed among you will notice that the stripes are reversed on the socks. I learned quite by accident that it makes a difference when you wind one balll into a cake and just pull the center of the other. It doesn't bother me one bit since my lovely DIL turned me on to Little Miss Matched socks a few years ago. Now I feel off-kilter if my socks do match! 
I got extra fishies done last week since I succumbed to temptation and bought 2 skeins of variegated acrylic yarn at Patti's on Thursday night and I had to try them out. Right? I mean, who wouldn't? They're on either end of the row. (I confess that I was so close to finishing Sock #2 that I knit on it at Patti's instead of the Socks X2 as planned.) On Saturday I spread the fish out on the bed to see how many more I need to make, and the answer is 10. Only 10 more and I can start the endless task of crocheting them together. At least I was smart enough to weave in the ends as I went along. Wouldn't that have been a daunting task?
Speaking of the Socks X2, I worked on them at home since it was heel turning and gusset decreasing time. I very smartly worked on it away from the scintillating 
conversations o
f the Thursday and Friday night knitting groups. I'm certain I'd have done a lot of tinking if I'd tried to do anything complicated. (I got through the toe decreases of the Accidental Sock #2 Friday night but saved the Kitchener-ing until I got home. [BTW, isn't "scintillating" a swell word?])
conversations o
f the Thursday and Friday night knitting groups. I'm certain I'd have done a lot of tinking if I'd tried to do anything complicated. (I got through the toe decreases of the Accidental Sock #2 Friday night but saved the Kitchener-ing until I got home. [BTW, isn't "scintillating" a swell word?])I also worked on the Silk Road purse but it kind of looks the same so I don't have a picture. I did knit on it, cross my heart. Two more inches and I can bind off section three.
I'm slacking off on knitting this weekend because I finally got fatally frustrated with my ancient laptop and took my stash money to Best Buy and bought me a brand new one. It's the first brand new computer I've had. We're still getting acquainted so please excuse any hitches in my giddyup.
Hints of Spring
Wow, the weather this weekend is so beautiful. It feels great to go outside and feel the sun on my face and the mild temperatures. I wish it would continue, but I'll take this weekend over what we have felt since what feels like forever!
Write About a Kiss
It was his kiss that I had been waiting a lifetime for; a kiss that turned my blood to molten lava and which brought me into the present for the first time in my life. Here I was, a woman who prided herself on being able to think three steps ahead of the now, suddenly drawn into this man's arms by a force more powerful than the strongest energy field. I didn't care what the future looked like; this was where I wanted to be. My senses experienced everything; from his breath against my lips, his fingers gently caressing my jawline, to the sound of our hearts exploding in our ears. The heat from the car's interior added to the intoxicating sensation that his kiss brought me. No longer did I have to live through the visual and literary images of passion that I had mentally cut and pasted together over the years to form the perfect kiss. I was experiencing it now and it was more than I had ever imagined. It was this kiss that made me his forever.
Write About a Kiss
It was his kiss that I had been waiting a lifetime for; a kiss that turned my blood to molten lava and which brought me into the present for the first time in my life. Here I was, a woman who prided herself on being able to think three steps ahead of the now, suddenly drawn into this man's arms by a force more powerful than the strongest energy field. I didn't care what the future looked like; this was where I wanted to be. My senses experienced everything; from his breath against my lips, his fingers gently caressing my jawline, to the sound of our hearts exploding in our ears. The heat from the car's interior added to the intoxicating sensation that his kiss brought me. No longer did I have to live through the visual and literary images of passion that I had mentally cut and pasted together over the years to form the perfect kiss. I was experiencing it now and it was more than I had ever imagined. It was this kiss that made me his forever.
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