2008, Frenchtown’s Community Day.. the dunk tank…. And there I was, for 20 minutes, dunked over, and over again…
here’s val….. anxiously awaiting the dunk….
Here I am in the water…. under the water.. casey so very happy…
And here I am wet as a fish….
Add comment July 24th, 2008
It was a struggling cactus, kept falling over. It sometimes pierced curious childrens’ fingers - those children whose mothers would let them wander around the store unattended, making them cry and run into their mother’s arms. (you may read between the lines, here)
“Watch out for that nasty cactus, honey, stay close to your mom so it cannot hurt you!”…
In the summer, it lived outside my store - getting dry like all good cactus should - in the late afternoon hot summer sun. But after taking my daughter away for a short yet wonderful little vacation in upstate New York, it was gone. The cactus that my mother gave me when I reopened my store - was gone. I never even got to name it. Now it is just gone. Stolen. Absconded.
I hope it finds itself in Cactus heaven… And I think Cactus heaven would look this way:
Add comment July 19th, 2008
Do what you love, take care of those you love.. SAVE THE WORLD!
A year ago last christmas, my daughter and some friends decorated cookies for christmas. After decorating all of the cookies, there was a lot of frosting left over. I just could not bear to throw away so much PRODUCT! I had some canvases in my studio that I was struggling to make sense of. So I painted these canvases with the frosting.
The paintings got hung here and there, talked about, hung again, looked at, got a little moldy over the year… Then stored in the studio warehouse building. Eventually, this past spring, a lot of ants found themselves drunk on all that sugar, so it was time to cut the paintings out of the frames, and toss them away.
One morning, before I left for work, I tried to cut the paintings out of the stretchers, my knife blade snapped. So I left them outside and went to work. Well, the frosting melted and was attracting all kinds of happy insects. Early this morning, as I was driving Barry home, he noticed honey bees swarming the painting. We have not seen many honey bees this year, as they are in crisis, dying all over the place and not returning to their hives. We think the colorful paintings, attracted the bees - thinking they could be flowers - and found happiness in the sugar!
So… being a good Civilian, and taking care of your family first, before going out into the world and offering up your services there - is here proving to help save the honey bees - helping to feed the world, (okay, that’s a little dramatic, but you get my drift.)
Do what you love, take care of those you love - & save the world.
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Add comment June 18th, 2008
Here you can visit my town through conversations with people here. Frenchtown is a place where people go when the rest of the world takes its toll on them. And then … there are the locals …
http://www.flickr.com/photos/civilianbasicscom/
(copy/paste , please, into URL location in your browser) ….
Add comment June 18th, 2008
First I want to thank the folks that were there, the people who got the real feeling of the event, and those who contributed, and those who contribute in the future, if it goes further. It was warm, and real, and wonderful.
As the old saying goes.. “No Good Deed goes Unpunished”, and boy, do I feel all beat up. After repeated bouts with attempting to figure out what happened yesterday surrounding the “Glam Jane Sham PAIN..” fundraiser, I have come down to a few things.
1. I have no idea why we are in this world, except to procreate and make more confused people.
2. Creating a life that resonates with meaning, is only meaningful to the life that is creating the meaning.
3. I am an artist, not a buddhist. I am ego driven. It is what makes life interesting and vital. And those who say their intentions are totally pure, are liars.
4. “You can’t please everyyone, so ya, gotta please yourself”…
5. I still believe wholeheartedly in the power of art and music to make this whole confusing mess called “LIFE” make some sort of sense and create some place to heal and grow.
5. I really wish that Nancy Roselli did not think that I am arrogant.
6. Good art, creates STRONG reactions - pro and con. Last night, the good kissers playing elsewhere, on the night we had this fundraiser for a potential memorial foundation - in direct opposition to our event… How sweet that was.. NOT!!
7. “No Good Deed Goes Unpunished”
1 comment June 15th, 2008
So.. Say goodbye. He (or she) still don’t know what it was, died sometime today or yesterday - or it could’ve been the day before. For those of you who do not know the story of my froggie - well…. 7 years ago, my sister-in-law gave my son, who I think was 10 at the time, (maybe he was 11 and it was 6 years ago - well whatever), these 2 tiny little water frogs from Target that were supposed to live in a bio-balance environment forever. Well they kept getting bigger. and I had to keep getting larger tanks, and then eventually a filter. I gained custody of these frogs in the divorce, by force I might add, and took them with me to the north side of the bridge. One day, one of these now HUGE frogs, was missing!!! There was only ONE FROG LEFT! Where the other one went, remains a mystery still to be solved. he (or she) just disappeared. I kept thinking, he must’ve been staring at the dog’s water bowl, thinking - not unlike NEMO - in finding nemo - “I could get a running start, kick off the edge of this tank, and jump into the bowl, and I could jump from the bowl into a puddle - I will make sure it’s raining that day, and then I will make it to the river - I HAVE SEEN THE RIVER!! I know it’s there.. it was REALLY close to me once, IT WAS IN THE KITCHEN!!! The river was IN the kitchen, so it can’t be that far away now!”Anyway - this is just how I imagined his escape. So it’s brother (or sister), continued to live all alone for the next 2 years, moving with me upriver. And now it’s dead. Barry buried my frog, Jack’s Frog, Ripley’s Frog, near my little baby trees from the arbor foundation. We will make a memorial froggie headstone. Farewell my most precious web-footed friend.
Add comment May 10th, 2008
image from wikipedia I read an article this morning in the bathroom… like I always do. Well sometimes it’s on the tread mill. Regardless, there is this process, called “trepination” that actually drills a hole in the skull. Supposedly to relieve pressure, or to allow more blood flow into the brain. Yuch, you may say as I did say to nmyself. It seems that folks with holes in their skull are considered closer to god in some ancient, and not so ancient, cultures. WELL… I HAVE A HOLE IN MY HEAD.. I THOUGHT!I really do. I have a space in my brain - not in the skull mind you - but in the brain matter - it is call a “cavernous hemangioma”. It is supposedly a weak link where cappillaries travel in and out of the brain matter, but there is no real matter. It’s why I had 2 cesarean sections, instead of regular old childbirth. My friend, Carla once said (or maybe it was her husband), that was where my creativity came from. At least I know where all the noise comes from.. all the stuff that rattles around all the time… Maybe if I drilled a hole in the skull, the good stuff would stay in and the confusing stuff could leak out. Who knows. I don’t think I want to drill any holes in my head. Since I already got one.
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