Thursday, July 31, 2025

Internet Post

 


I think I've been on this page couple weeks now and confess it's better than doom scrolling:) It's actually my favorite thing right now, kind of a saving grace even. Yeah there's rage bait, but you can tell the real ones…. Earlier today I made a comment to someone with an emotional issue. Where it's someone that hasn't healed from abuse. I suffered abuse as a kid, but a nuanced type. Where my mother was grooming me to be her lover. At ten or eleven years old she once kissed me a kiss good night that made me dizzy. I was like whoa what—what was that? From there, never anything overt just unconscious because her father had done something to her—sins of parents onto kids…. In my comment here earlier I suggested reading Drama of the Gifted Child by Alice Miller because it helped me heal (even if you don’t have emotional issues you ought to still read it because the info is tool to help make the world go round). In short: a narcissist is someone where, if feeling good, everyone around them is good; but if feeling bad, everyone around them is bad. This dynamic introduced into the parent/child relationship fractures the child’s self esteem and sets them on the same path the parent had been treading. Swatting or saying something mean to a five year old for just being a kid is what fractures self esteem. My mom was abused, but she remained unconscious; the above book woke me up to the fact that not only was I abused, but my parent was too. You sit with that however long you want, but immediately from there, healing begins. Self-esteem is the foundation of where we go from here in life, and I read that book and I’ve been happier ever since (and if the Admins read it, maybe make it a pinned post).


Autobiography of Eleanor Roosevelt

 https://www.amazon.com/Autobiography-Eleanor-Roosevelt/dp/0062355910

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Our Oriental Heritage
By Will Durant
Narrated by Robin Field

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dear diary

 well, the obliteration of pop culture continues; we now have clips/trailers of movies never made; here are shots from an AI take on Star Trek. I do find value in AI generated stuff, but now it's confusing things more than it's aiding us? poor actors











 

Monday, July 28, 2025

dear diary

 Hmm.... Let's see.... I always said I'll cry when I'm dead; meaning other than someone I care about dying, I don't cry. Lately though, everything going on and being deeply aware, pacing back and forth like a caged cat, I thought, man, you may break down and cry sometime soon here. But then the next thought is No, get your fuckin work done (the novel), and ride out enjoying the beauty of Sun and Earth.

Teaching kids art is fun, we made some great stuff today.

Friday, July 25, 2025

poem

 (untitled)


When your taste in art says everything about

your level of sleepwalkingness,

and when the popular consensus

says all of it's rotten,

that’s when you pivot—

where you declare you’re

not in a pod like the beginning

of the movie The Matrix,

that you don’t know how to do

what Neo did,

but you’re there in spirit.


Tuesday, July 22, 2025

dear diary

Today in art class we discussed the scribble, and looked at drawings of faces; everyone did great work and learned a lot.


















Friday, July 18, 2025

dear diary

 


I had been teaching art half days at the Studio Channel Islands campus, and kind of exhausted upon return to my cliff by the sea; today I did a whole day, and I’m kind of shot. Mostly, as we know, it’s because I’ve been slumming, smoking a pack a day since the Bellosguardo second writ, which I think is going on a couple yaers now, but also slumming on diet, Coors, and lack of exercise. The lack of exercise is because there is so much going on right now in regards to Article V, and I’m on podcasts (last one an election integrity group originating out of Florida), and sometimes I think no, now is not the time to turn a leaf. Just keep doing what you’re doing, and when love or a convention comes, you can go on a long fast and reset….


Teaching kids art can be exhausting, but it’s fun, and with this experience, which is different from teaching kids art down at the studio/gallery when someone who purchased work asked and told ‘em I’m a credentialed educator in the State of California, and did a good job everyone learning the oil pastel/gouache series, making parents super happy with what they’d made…. Now, having had several classes with pretty much the same kids (though met some new ones today), the fact it’s not subbing for Santa Barbara Unified, which was often a nightmare of kids bouncing off walls, all these kids have talent. Not one of them doesn’t. So, what’s happened over this period of time, all the stuff I’m putting in the novel about art, I’m perfecting with these kids, with clear signs it works. I’ve figured out what to say to a young artist, that they cover a vast amount of ground intellectually as an artist. The stuff about color and color combination being depiction of human emotional state, and how an artist can use that knowledge, and how one of the jobs of an artist is to find color combinations that are unusual but inviting (my fun staple to start a class is for everyone to pick three different colors of oil pastel, and run them together across the page in a vigorous motion, blending them), and the stuff about line being the base element of form, and that all art is composed of color and form, and most importantly, to draw what you see, not what you know. Coincidentally, the fair is on the campus this weekend, so we were set to draw the fares-wheel, and said if we just draw circle, it’s what we know, but see how from where we’re standing? What we see is not really round, it’s more of an oblong shape.   


My comment on all things social media dissent is: “All we need are more Americans saying Yes to the Article V Convention process.” Not with caps like that mind you, but that’s the latest. Seems that unless you’re part of a secret society, likely tied to—how should we say—black magic? Or you’re just in it for yourself, or just practical with the valid opinion that it’s too late. I guess that means every day I wake up means it’s not? I mean I’ve eaten my share of cheeseburgers, I could drop tomorrow. Which would make hundreds of people happy to hear. So I guess there is a silver lining, if I die, at least some people will be happy.

Sunday, July 13, 2025

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Lives Like Loaded Guns
By Lyndall Gordon
Narrated by Wanda McCaddon

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Walt Whitman's America
By David S. Reynolds
Narrated by John Lescault

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Nevermore
By Troy Taylor
Narrated by Darren Marlar

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Friday, July 11, 2025

photo

poem

 (untitled)


When you’re teaching

six to ten year olds art,

the biggest hurdle

is the concept of

what you know

and what you see.


You take them out to the field,

finding an ample vantage point,

clip boards and sturdy paper

at the ready of sharpened pencils,

and tell them to draw

what they see, not what they know.


Then use works to show

how one piece leaned

more on known—

the far house was identifiable

as a structure—

but wasn’t quite what we see.

dear diary

Yesterday the path to where I teach art was national news, so I had direct knowledge how that report was handled. Things getting tight, who knows what tomorrow will bring.... Good news is I had a great, great class today teaching art. Near the end I sprung a couple questions about the intellectual ground we had covered in terms of art, and the replies were spot on. See? Life is still beautiful. We just have to fix what's wrong first.

Monday, July 7, 2025

I hate to think

 that reports from earlier this year about corporate media folding up all local/traditional points of reporting in regards to weather, and raking them to regional offices, is why this late tragedy occurred

Sunday, July 6, 2025

photo

photo

two deliveries for two different plays

 “Don’t hate me for not bein’ dumb as you.”


“Wait a minute mother fucker, we already went through this—you gonna be pissed because I’m not dumb as you?”


Friday, July 4, 2025

comment

 on the global stage the usa is a principle player, and if you alter its dialogue, the entire play changes from a tragedy to a comedy. why? because the usa is unique in that its high law provides legal right to formally discuss government. its constitution is actually what makes americans who they are, they have the right to call time-out on the politicians. 20+ million americans now and growing, no longer afraid of holding a “constitutional convention” to formally build consensus about the collective situation; apart from the politicos. if the usa reaches a tipping point of americans who say Yes to a convention in the next year or year and a half, the congress will call it, and in a natural progression of events will be a peaceable revolution, and prove the assumption that we’re groomed and doomed for the end, incorrect.

new york times interview

 Happily, of over 1,700 comments, and about half-way through scrolling them, and have seen two that were not negative. We're not too debauched, we can still get out of this mess.


https://www.nytimes.com/2025/06/26/opinion/peter-thiel-antichrist-ross-douthat.html#commentsContainer

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Wednesday, July 2, 2025

dear diary

 please remember for me when living on mipolomol road, highest house on the boney ridge of the santa monica , with 12 foot glass windows and all the channel islands visible on clear days, and how doing all those pastel/gouache pieces by the dozens which were trucked from lodging to lodging until landing in an artist district years later; thinking to throw away everything old, and the night you did, only to wake hoping they were still there, and after you helped get the district popular, sold them all, and made new ones 

poem

 (untitled)


We have lots of moments but never this before,

when a late truth knocks loudly on the door,

in the form of late developments alongside

all those leading up to it—a moment

you're forced to say yes or run away,

in order to remain asleep.


dear diary

 thinking purusha and vishnu/krisna/shiva are tantamount to the hopi tawa and sotuknang.