I fall more and more in love with Schmutzie every time she posts. On her review blog, she’s seriously very excited to tell you about this 16X20 GALLERY WRAPPED CANVAS PRINT that she is giving away. How fun. We’re giving my parents a family photo session for their 30th anniversary; it would be so cool to have one on a wrapped canvas. Either that or the one of my dad and me from when I was about two years old. Must have been summer, because we’re eating popsicles, shirtless. I always had to do what Dad was doing. Dad loves popsicles.
I don’t usually get up too much hope for blog giveaways, but a couple of months ago I actually won this rather spiffy bamboo shower caddy simply by leaving a comment on a giveaway post over at Design Milk. I’ll let you know when I’ve scrubbed the shower sufficiently to show a picture of it in the actual shower. So there you go. Good things can come from reading and writing about feeeeelings on the internet. Plus, in this contest you can get TWO chances to win. One by leaving a comment, another by posting about the giveaway on your own blog and linking back to the giveaway post. I would say the chances are good, so go take a look.
Okay…so what could possibly be the point of leaving a one word comment [Boring] on a post…anonymously?! Go find something to do, anonymous. $20 to whomever can imagine a logical reason for doing so.
I took one of those goofy quizzes on FB (thanks, Danny/Andy) entitled “What kind of writer are you?” and got the result Jack Kerouac. Since I’m only vaguely familiar with him, I of course consulted Wikipedia, and found this:
Among the writings he set down specifically about his Spontaneous Prose method, the most concise would be Belief and Technique for Modern Prose, a list of thirty “essentials.”
- Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for your own joy
- Submissive to everything, open, listening
- Try never get drunk outside your own house
- Be in love with your life
- Something that you feel will find its own form
- Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
- Blow as deep as you want to blow
- Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
- The unspeakable visions of the individual
- No time for poetry but exactly what is
- Visionary tics shivering in the chest
- In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
- Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
- Like Proust be an old teahead of time
- Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
- The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
- Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
- Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
- Accept loss forever
- Believe in the holy contour of life
- Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
- Don’t think of words when you stop but to see picture better
- Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
- No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
- Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it
- Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
- In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
- Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
- You’re a Genius all the time
- Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven
I really like almost all of those. Reminds me of the quote, though I don’t know who said or wrote it, “Writing is easy. You just sit down and open a vein.”
This working thing is for the birds. Taking a whole week for R&R was totally worth it, but I can see how people say that it’s then that much harder to get caught up. Not coming back to any huge disasters is definitely helpful.
Still, I’d much rather be home watering plants and figuring out what to wear for my CASA swearing-in tomorrow. Excited, excited, excited!
- A family that you can not only stand for a week living together in a beach house, but enjoy the entire time.
- Also getting to see my long-distance friends and their kids.
- Pirate Bendy‘s removable peg leg. Not so removable.
- The black rubber duckie with an eye patch that came with the skull & crossbones band-aids.
- Easily amused children.
Things sprang to life last week while we were on vacation. I am loving it! Perennials are the shit, I say. I’m still really nervous about whether the flower seeds will do much, but even if they don’t I have some interesting things to watch.
Up front, the purple geraniums seem to be done with their first flush of flowers, but the light pink and the bright pink are coming on strong.
Some other unknown pink volunteer. Stunning color.
Irises still coming on.
Buds on the daylilies
Dexter surveying the backyard.
The first sundrop flower!
The Siberian iris I put in last year that never bloomed is fricking spectacular this year. Budded and opened last week; the flowers are huge.
Looks like the very last lilac bloom on the Julianae – sob. No matter, plenty of other things to follow.
You know it’s been a good vacation when the first thing you do upon walking back inside at home is rip the biggest leaf off the aloe plant, slice it open, and smear it all over the sunburn you’ve sat on in the car for 12 hours driving home. Yikes. I did pretty good with the SPF, especially on my face, but I guess the very tops of the backs of my legs were out roasting on the beach au naturel on Friday. Sigh. But hey, that’s my biggest complaint, so I should really kind of get over it, eh?
I ended up using my phone more than my camera to take pictures, so for now I’ll just share a few I did get with the camera. Mostly of my dad getting goofy.
At the Wright Brothers Memorial Museum
View from the top deck – “widows’ walk”
His Unabomber grin
Bob’s Grill – the sign over the cash register read: Cashier – Pay and get the hell out. Thank you!
I do love when he laughs so hard he nearly cries.
Awww. Discussing the pros and cons of PDA before heading home.
Dex curled up wearing his new bandana. Yes, there is sushi on it. What?
My ‘neice’s’ pirate tattoo. Arrgh, she’s a sweetheart.
My ‘nephew’s’: I LUV MOM
Maybe more later. I should go unpack something, and water my plants. Oh yeah…a little birdie told me that I’m getting a CASA case probably right after my swearing-in on Wednesday. A delinquency case. Gulp.