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Saturday, January 07, 2006
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A productive Friday night.
Listened to two films as I worked on HM and image edits. Friday The 13th (Pt 2), and Halloween. My nephew (who is spending the night) insisted on waking at 3AM and being "totally" freaked out by Halloween. The "making of" special that followed it seemed to calm him a bit. I still think "The Thing" is Carpenter's best work.
All things considered PJ Soles is holding up pretty well.
Can't bring myself to consider HM finished yet. The devil is in, around, beside, and straddling the details. Tomorrow, it will be finished. That is the power of positive thinking.
Ah, the first gentle flush of the sleeping pills. They make your hair feel like kelp that's being slowly pulled to and fro by a lazy ocean.....
Mick Ronson
Gin Sapphire
Mushroom people
Sleeping dog
Sweet Jesus eps
Cold popcorn
The Christmas tree is getting crispy.
A productive Friday night.
Listened to two films as I worked on HM and image edits. Friday The 13th (Pt 2), and Halloween. My nephew (who is spending the night) insisted on waking at 3AM and being "totally" freaked out by Halloween. The "making of" special that followed it seemed to calm him a bit. I still think "The Thing" is Carpenter's best work.
All things considered PJ Soles is holding up pretty well.
Can't bring myself to consider HM finished yet. The devil is in, around, beside, and straddling the details. Tomorrow, it will be finished. That is the power of positive thinking.
Ah, the first gentle flush of the sleeping pills. They make your hair feel like kelp that's being slowly pulled to and fro by a lazy ocean.....
Mick Ronson
Gin Sapphire
Mushroom people
Sleeping dog
Sweet Jesus eps
Cold popcorn
The Christmas tree is getting crispy.
Saturday, December 31, 2005
HM painting is four-fifths complete :)
It's warm for being the last day of December. New Year's eve. Always hated it. I hate any holiday that doesn't present me with an opportunitty to receive gifts. And I hate the imagery of a bloated baby wearing a top hat.
It's warm for being the last day of December. New Year's eve. Always hated it. I hate any holiday that doesn't present me with an opportunitty to receive gifts. And I hate the imagery of a bloated baby wearing a top hat.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
OK, I now have TWO accounts here because I lost the password for the new account I created yesterday, and found the password for this account that I couldn't remember when I created the new account yesterday ...
Anyway, I made great progress on the HM painting last night, and can safely say that it is four-fifths done. Got a flash of inspiration as I was listening to The 5th Dimension's "The Magic Garden" album (a classic, and highly recommended). If the fervor for this new idea remains strong I will begin work on it as time allows.
I'm leaving the Christmas tree outside my window on until after New Year. I've grown accustomed to the purple lights.
Music-wise, the new Vashti Bunyan is quite nice.
Friday, December 19, 2003
A Somerset Spring
Shining through gilt pages of green
A melancoly blue an green ...
For I remember the time
When everyday was Saturday
Laughter,and the taste of hot sidewalks
The heat of your father's car,too long in the sun
The radio...and your hair
Darker than the secret places we'd meet ...
Now,the sun
Through the leaves,and through the air
Draws your face upon my wall
It pauses
And with its last fading finger
Traces your smile
Forever young
Shining through gilt pages of green
A melancoly blue an green ...
For I remember the time
When everyday was Saturday
Laughter,and the taste of hot sidewalks
The heat of your father's car,too long in the sun
The radio...and your hair
Darker than the secret places we'd meet ...
Now,the sun
Through the leaves,and through the air
Draws your face upon my wall
It pauses
And with its last fading finger
Traces your smile
Forever young
