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Lunch Lady McWIlliams - Artistic Update

Hey Everyone,

Just posting an artistic update. This is a character concept I developed for fun. Now I'm posting it to share.

Time to get Hoffinated

Hey Everyone...

Sometimes... it's important to spread the good word. Today's word is "Hoffinated."
Read some reviews of il Maestro's finest work: http://www.amazon.com/review/product/B0000070S1/ref=dp_top_cm_cr_acr_txt?%5Fencoding=UTF8&showViewpoints=1


Should I remember... my next post will be on War... and what little I know of it.


The world needs this word. Does it already exist? Please help the wandering lexicographer now!!!

Feb. 24th, 2008

Modest Mouse - Missed The Boat Lyrics

While we're on the subject
Could we change the subject now?
I was knocking on your ears
Don't worry, you were always out
Looking towards the future
We were begging for the past
Well we knew we had the good things
But those never seemed to last
Oh please just last

Everyone's unhappy
Everyone's ashamed
Well we all just got caught looking
At somebody else's page
Well nothing ever went
Quite exactly as we planned
Our ideas held no water
But we used them like a damn

Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell
Saying yes, this is a fine promotion
Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell

Of course everyone goes crazy
Over such and such and such
We made ourselves a ??
We just used it as a crutch
We were suddenly uncertain
At least I'm pretty sure I am
Well we didn't need the water
But we just built that go god damn

Oh, and I know this all myself
I stood in front for all the people
Oh, and I know this all myself
We listen while life hangs on
And the sound of life's sweet bliss

Was it ever worth it?
Was there all that much to gain?
Well we knew we missed the boat
And we'd already missed the plane
We didn't read the invite
We just dance at our wake
All our favorites were playing
So we could shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Tiny curtains open and we heard the tiny clap of little hands
A tiny man would tell a little joke and get a tiny laugh from all the folks
Sitting drifting around in bubbles and thinking it was us that carried them
When we finally got it figured out that we had truly missed the boat

Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and we owned all the tools ourselves
But not the skills to make a shelf with
Oh, what useless tools ourselves


In defense of the Simple Things

I believe the simple things in Life are some of the most beautiful and that being in touch with their pleasure is a great gift to give yourself.

I think this has often cast me in the light of simpleton, or so have been afraid of such.

Enjoying the little things ensures a few things Life...
1) constant sources of joy.
2) more relaxation
3) more bang for your buck. come-on.. the logical economist in us all knows the appeal of this.
4) It takes less work to be happier.

We have so much control over our Lives and what we appreciate and respect. I remember realizing that Life was really really really really really really hard sometimes and I needed something to get me through some days or some hours.
The small things. Sometimes... being thankful for a bridge that whistles in the wind makes the walk in the sub-freezing wind bearable. The little things are everywhere and with them you can bleed the stresses of daily Life.... Little things... little things make the world turn. They define the nature of things to come long before one large event will (most of the time).
Stable systems have a way of righting themselves after large catastrophes... there is no defense against a constant influx of little changes in the system.

I Love You.

Thank You and You're Welcome

How did these somewhat concatenated responses come to be. What follows is completely conjecture... I have looked nothing up. Nothing at all. Don't take this as fact. It's someone's musing. Really... that's it. Stop judging me.

What would someone be welcome to that another is thanking them for?
Would it have gone something like this in less shortened forms?

"Thank You for your kindness." says polite person number one.

"You are welcome to it." counters proper person number two. He's wearing a very dapper tweed vest.

Simple isn't it?

More Art...

So I'm preparing a presentation for a large toy company (you have probably played with their toys throughout your whole life). They want to learn some new software and with great fortune I wound up being chosen as the instructor for the position. In order to prepare for the presentation, I'm making some new art... The following is a work in progress... or a WIP.
I hope you enjoy it.

Letters for Peace

This Life is about what you let in, what you let inside… what you keep outside. I have let too much in. It is time to expel.

Much of myself have I anchored to the moorings of common human trappings. Much have I learned of their necessities and their drawbacks. Human trappings carry rich passion, a vigor for living. It's absolutely amazing to watch and especially to be a part of. Before my move to Boston I didn't understand much: about people, about their motivations, and seriously about their extraordinary emotional reactions to common happenings. It is of course ridiculous to speak as if I'm an outside observer. All humans are human and therefore my past, present and future endeavors are also human endeavors. But, much like many who read this will understand (if not immediately relate to), being human is also about being, as a singular experience - shared experiences abound, of course, but as we have known since we were children we are all also the only one of us that will ever be made. The logic is irrefutable. Some who read this will of course choose to overlook this singularity and find solace in their shared experiences with greater numbers of... individuals. Others will recognize their individuality and scoff or engender antipathy. In short, if you're reading this, you've probably felt what it is to be an outcast, a loner, a single in a room of multiples. And of course you have, you went to high school. You had friends, or not. If you've got that whole loner thing going on and wish you could ditch it for good but just can't seem to figure out how, I hope you come to appreciate it and then Love it.
Oh I know... "Love? Oh how sickly sweet. How nasty and insufferably naive." How often have I heard such sentiments, such revulsion to feeling joy (not to be confused with a myriad pool of addictive ecstasies). I mean real joy, peaceful, secure and easy joy... free of expectation... simple, simple, slap-happy joy. The only down side I know to this joy is the looks from people who haven't experienced it.

Which I guess brings me back to the main point...
This Life is about what you let in, what you let inside… what you keep outside. I have let too much in. It is time to expel.

It takes great courage to be someone new. This is why so few people change. Being someone new, I have found, requires a change in perspective. Again, I know. You are learned. You are probably even a sophist and can regale the world with tales of how you know different thoughts. But... the world always changes when the doing happens. The hard part, the absolute most difficult, fuckin pain int he side of your neck running through your skull and out your anus thing to do is to not only hear someone else's voice and message, but to take it as your own. Not forever, but for a moment... to taste their flavor of Life and feel exactly how that person feels. This is an amazing endeavor and never will you be the same when you do this. To more you hear someone, the more you hear them as you would hear your own voice, with all the same verity and conviction. Someone else's words become your own. And in that moment, when you let go of yourself to hear someone else... you are changed. You are different than the very moment before and every moment before. A Shift in perception is a spiritual kick in the balls, or solar-plexus (whichever you prefer).

Many people truly revile at the thought of listening to another person on this level. And of course I understand... to listen to intently is to open yourself to change, to someone else's influence... but possibly scariest of all is the possibilty that someone else will have control over you thereby leading to you losing control of yourself. And if you're not incontrol of yourself... then what's the point right?

I can guarantee you that you will not lose yourself. You have thoughts... but you are not your thoughts. You have two hands, but you are not your hands. Thoughts enter your head all day, and if you're in the collection of people I'm assuming, then thoughts fly through your head like change through a slot-machine. You are not your thoughts. Your thoughts are only possibilities of what could be. Scary? Awesome? Boring? Sexy? Pedantic? Vituperative? It doesn't matter. Thoughts are only thoughts... at the end of the thought is always your choice to listen or reject.

This listening to people though must of course be metered with intent, tempered with forethought. It is possible to lose a sense of yourself. On the other side of that double-edged blade though is hearing only yourself - and that is a great pain and great loss. As with most everything... balance is the practice for hearing, for listening, for growing.

I've done much and seen much as I would never have seen it before. I am now seeking the other side of this balance. Wide open have I made myself to the world before me. Stepped into it with open heart and iron will to be someone greater than I was before. And so have I become more than I was, greater than what I wanted.

And no... the journey is not over.

This Life is about what you let in, what you let inside… what you keep outside.