I haven't posted on here in almost forever. I'm surprised I can even remember the password. Still thinking of moving all my art posts - as well as new work, which is considerable, given that I am creating a giant mosaic on the first floor of my house - to Wordpress. It's all good. I never wanted a cookie-cutter place to hang my hat anyway, and that's exactly what I got - a house that really, and I do mean really, isn't like anything you have seen on HGTV. This place has...er, character. Plus, it's OLD. And it has a bit of vintage cachet (I guess you'd say) in that it was originally a carriage house. Yes, my house really isn't a house in the strict sense of the word. It's a re-invention.
The only thing is - I'm used to this format and dealing with/learning all the schtuff over at Wordpress.org will, I predict, turn out to be a drain on my time and probably not worth it anyway. Of course I tend to overthink pretty much everything. And I'm not really a fan of putting a bunch of effort into something only to watch it fizzle (does that mean I'm afraid of failure)? Maybe I'm a self-defeatist.
Or something.
(Update: New blog/website, or the bare bones of it, anyway, is up on Wordpress.org. It wasn't as difficult as I had talked myself into believing it would be; still, much work remains to be done. No images yet, just placeholder stuff.)
One thing I have done in order to give myself the gift of more time is leave Facebook. It came to me like an epiphany one night as I was scrolling through all the little bits and bytes posted by me - and my friends - that are supposed to constitute some variant of "connection." And all of a sudden, I wondered - WHAT am I doing? This is so superficial; in fact, this is exactly the sort of small talkish chit-chat silliness that would induce in me a glassy stare IRL. I detest shallow gabble and Facebook is enthroned upon the short attention span, the quest for novelty, the worship of self & the relationship that is a mile wide and an inch deep.
It may be something, but it isn't friendship.
Exceptions do exist; I have made a few friends whom I consider to be actual friends - as in, when we meet, we have actual conversations that don't skip along the surface like stones across water.
And these folks know who they are.
Anyway - just a brief herro (Charspeak for hello) to anyone out there.
Peace & grace.
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Oh hay you wrote a post!
We'll work on the floor when I come! If you promise not to h8 the parts I did. Gotta admit I've blocked most people on facebook.
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