Tuesday, August 31, 2004

Been awfully quiet around here lately. My life's been busy, but not terribly interesting. Trying to think about what I should do with this space, something that will give me an incentive to write. I sit down to write every day, and stare at the monitor, and the blank, white space mocks me, because I have nothing to say...or what I have to say seems dumb, or incoherent, or petty. I'm out of practice. I haven't been writing as much as I should...but I have a new pen pal, and that has inspired me to try and spend some more time with the muse. Sadly, even writing e-mails is an effort, but hopefully one that will become easier with practice.

I've been doing some more reading lately (this year has been pretty slow for me on that front) and am thinking I may start keeping a reading journal again. I haven't added any quotes to my quote book in forever, even though I've read some really good things in the last year. I'm sure that there are an abundance of good quotes that I completely failed to note down, and are now lost to me, unless I should read them again.

I've also been doing quite a bit of crafting, and have several projects in various stages of completion, which is kind of fun. At least I've been keeping busy. I'm hoping to get some pictures up soon so I can show off some of my work, but I haven't figured out what I want the album to look like....or rather I have some ideas, but not the skill to put them into effect.

Now if only it would cool off a little, I might find some energy to get out and do something.

Wednesday, August 04, 2004

Feeling very frustrated with all of my projects at the moment. I have a lot of stuff that I started a long time ago and part of me is just not that interested in finishing them, but then I hate that they are sitting there, undone.

I did a bad thing and started a new project because I was bored with all of the stuff that I was working on...only the project I chose to do is also driving me crazy.

Here is an item that I have come to the conclusion that I am never going to finish. I have no interest in working on it. But I hate to throw it away.

I have done this much:

Any suggestions?

I started this piece forever ago as a present for my niece...who is now 17 and no longer really into this sort of thing. Oops. I'll probably finish this one anyway. It's sparkly.


And here is my damned fall cat, which has way too many colors. And they're all orange. Sigh.

What I have so far:


Okay, I'm done ranting now. Thanks for listening. I think I am going to go wind floss, or something equally mindless.

Monday, August 02, 2004

This is what's running through my head today:

Perhaps I am a miscreation
No one knows the truth, there is no future here
And you're the DJ speaks to my insomnia
And laughs at all I have to fear
Laughs at all I have to fear
You always play the madmen poets
Vinyl vision grungy bands
You never know who's still awake
You never know who understands and

Are you out there, can you hear this?
Jimmy Olson, Johnny Memphis,
I was out here listening all the time
And though the static walls surround me
You were out there and you found me
I was out here listening all the time

Last night we drank in parking lots
And why do we drink? I guess we do it 'cause
And when I turned your station on
You sounded more familiar than that party was
You more familiar than that party
It's the first time I stayed up all night
It's getting light, I hear the birds
I'm driving home on empty streets
I think I put my shirt on backwards

Are you out there, can you hear this
Jimmy Olson, Johnny Memphis
I was out here listening all the time
And though the static walls surround me
You were out there and you found me
I was out here listening all the time

And what's the future, who will choose it?
Politics of love and music
Underdogs who turn the tables
Indie versus major labels
There's so much to see through
Like our parents do more drugs than we do
Oh...

Corporate parents, corporate towns
I know every TV set that has them lit
They preach that I should save the world
They pray that I won't do a better job of it
Pray that I won't do a better job
So tonight I turned your station on just so I'd be understood
Instead another voice said I was just too late
And just no good...

Calling Olson, calling Memphis
I am calling, can you hear this?
I was out here listening all the time
And I will write this down
and then I will not be alone again, yeah
I was out here listening
Oh yeah, I was out here listening
Oh yeah, I am out here listening all the time

-Dar Williams - Are You Out There?