Past time for the yearly update

Lots of changes. Laura and I are separating. I'm moving out to the proper-T and Crystal and I will build out there. The gallery is mostly done. Laura will own and run it and if you ever pass through Monte Vista, Colorado you should stop by wildethyme Art at 1631 Grand. I might even be in there visiting and helping out.

OK, back to the chaos

Almost a year

Since I posted here. I'll have to do a better job. I just posted to another one that I let go forever so I'll have to bop back here later on for some updating. :)

Only 5 months

Since I last posted here. :) Too much to keep up with I think and it's getting to be a theme. I'm starting to wonder what I'm going to drop so that my life is enjoyable again.

The gallery? Nope. First I'd have to finish it before I dumped it.

My relationships? Nope, Never.

Union chores? Maybe, they don't take up much time but they sure do manage to contain a whole lot of aggravation in a short amount of exposure.

The Democrats? Probably. You work like hell to get them elected and in the end they don't look a whole lot different than the fucking republicans.

The Art Thing? Probably not. I might well scale back even further from what I do there though. I just don't really enjoy showing work as much as I like building the place to have it.

The Monte Vista Planning and Zoning Committee? Probably so. I got on it to help protect us from them. The frustration level is pretty high, and I don't enjoy getting blamed for shit I had nothing to do with.

Work? I would LOVE to quit work. Got a few years to go before any retirement is there though and I hate to waste the 20+ I have invested.

I'll have to mull the list over and eradicate some shit. Then see where it leaves me. Maybe with time to ride my bike.

Duties

Anyone interested in donating something they value at $100 to the Rio Grande County Democrats for a fund raiser? I got roped into finding two donations.

Given a choice between burning all the skin off my forearms again or this?

I'd take the burns.

Snow and movies

I am never going to get to the dump!

Took off Friday to hang with Laura and it was a nice relaxing quiet day. We went to a good lecture and show at Adams State in the afternoon/early evening. The speaker was a gallery owner from Sante Fe, and it was good to hear her stories of getting started and making a living. Good grounded information that sounds much like the plan we're following.

Yesterday we woke up to snow. Phone rang shortly after and I spent the next 10 hours fighting my way through snow and junky equiptment to keep the lights on. Not bad, just a little tired, a little sore here and there. It's funny, you'd think that a bucket truck that costs over 150K would work when it gets wet. Not.

It's the movie weekend otherwise. So far we've plowed through Casino Royale, Babel, and Borat. Casino was fun, and I enjoyed the return to the old Bond. Babel was just freakin sad and sometimes I wonder why I rent movies that I know are downers just because they're supposed to be important. I guess I'm glad I saw it........ but JEEPERS dont' these peoople have any happy stories? Borat? Funny, revolting, uncomfortable, untilmately worth a look for the laughs you take with you. Later today we'll see the not terribly well known film by Jack Black called "Pick or Destiny". Rumor has it that it's funny. I hope so, I would much like to laugh today.

Gonna go load some junk and maybe get the pugmill tuned up today. And perhaps bid on a wheel in Phoenix today. Big, heavy, steel potter's wheel. It's by a company called Lockerbie and I like them a whole heap. It's the one I want and always have wanted and this person wants $350 for a wheel that went for nearly a grand brand new. Good deal if it works.

Poly will be over today, and that's a good thing. Havent' seen her much this week. I prefer otherwise.

At the moment? It's Sunday Morning on CBS and Laura is napping. The dogs have quieted down and the cats haven't gotten started yet. We've enough money, heat, food, water and love.

Life is good.

My words to the wind

"Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human beings."
-- Heinrich Heine

I am often in the minority here in our little community, if not in the country I live in. I am an avowed pacifist, yet filled with outrage (and just plain rage). I watch the news, read the nets, and watch the threads merge and seperate. I live in a country that trumpets the advantages of freedom and liberty, yet I find myself believing that what they really mean is capitalism and conformity. I watch the corporate giants gobble up the independants and then decide who gets heard and who does not. It's the technological equlivient of book burning. In the world we now live in, it is not the printed page but access that is the tool of censorship.

I watch the slowly tightening noose of censorship choke the life from freedom of speech and expression. I watch the religous groups fall into line behind those who would eliminate the free will their claimed god gave to us by devine right. I watch good intentions perverted by faulty reason and feigned logic until good people make decisions based on the worst of dark and twisted chains of logic in which (through no fault of their own) they are the weakest link.

The burning of the books has already happened, and the burning of the bodies takes place within the shell. No outward signs are visible. In the end souless husks of humans walk and talk and appear to make decisions when it fact all they do is regurgitate what they're programed to speak.

Hitler was overt. The truly evil people learn and adapt. Like the story of the antichrist they wear the guise of nobility which looks good from the outside. It meets the objective criteria of what's right. Only in the details of it's implementation can the evil be ferreted out. And now the evil has learned to mute the child who points out that the emporer has no clothes.

I want very much to be wrong. I want there to be good people. I want the voice of truth to be heard. I want love to be something we all aspire to, and seek to allow others to have. I want people who say freedom to mean it, who speak of liberty to wish it to be, who profess to want equality to actually be willing to embrace it.

And sometimes I just want my head to be quiet so I can sleep.

Blow me

It's windy. It isn't supposed to be windy yet. The wind isn't supposed to start up for another couple weeks. Then it'll blow like a freakin freight train constantly for 2 or 3 months. I'll come home from work with wind in my hair, teeth and ears. After the first few weeks I'll start to question my sanity and my thoughts begin to feel like they're being sieved through a kitchen strainer. At the near end of the Spring blow we'll all be ready to kill someone and for a few days as it begins to move toward summer there will be a slight calming in the night and we'll walk outside, prepared to brace ourselves into the teeth of it only to find a relative calm. An hour later there will be a slight *puff* against our skin, and moments later it will be like the door has been torn off a cold section of hell.

I'm sick of winter

Fucking bring it on.