Thursday, July 30, 2015

Midsummer Briefing

On Tuesday I went to the doctor's office to fill out more forms to be in the sleep study.  It needs to be resubmitted to my insurance company for review.  It's been about five months since I first spoke to her about it!!! I also auditioned a new therapist (the mental kind) yesterday.  Don't worry, I just want a little tune-up.  Now that I have good insurance I might as well use it.  I would have contacted her months ago, as my former counselor recommended her, but I lost the card on which the number was written.  It turns out the card was exactly where it should have been all this time, in the file folder I made for such things.  I guess I'm doing too good a job at this organizing.  Yesterday I found my lost keys, and it turned out they were where they were supposed to be also, after days of looking.  My self-image hasn't caught up to the changes I've made in my surroundings.

Things have been so busy lately.  I usually go to the gym 4-5 times a week and I haven't been able to since last week.  I've taken over someone else's position at work while also doing my own tasks, but only until the new employee shows up.  Three friends and I are embarking on another annual long-term comics project, and I joined in art workshop taught by one of those friends over the weekend.  Also, I'm going to have an art opening next month and I'm cat sitting for a couple days next week.

I just finished a book by Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking, a memoir about losing her husband, writer John Gregory Dunne, while her daughter was in the hospital for septic shock.  I had avoided reading it for a long time for obvious reasons but now I'm glad I did.  I have never read her other writing, but I did see The Panic in Needle Park, which she and her husband wrote together.  Now I'm reading Radical Reinvention, Kaya Oakes' book about her return to the Catholic Church, and how she reconciles her faith with her liberal politics.  I got this book a couple years ago at Reading Frenzy but for some reason I'm really plowing through it at last.  Maybe sometime I'll talk about what these books mean to me on a personal level, but I'm in the middle of turning them over in my brain and heart and can't publish it right now.  Keep coming back.
      






Sunday, July 19, 2015

Saturday night, Sunday morning

The Twilight Rummage Sale went super well, and I went home with half of the DVDs I brought to sell.  I've marked them way down since I discovered I have way more to sell than I once realized.  There's a lot still at home left over from The Bad Apple days as well as the personal ones that I don't need to keep anymore.

At the end of every evening at these sales there is a "free table" designated for those tablers who wish to simply lighten their loads for the way home.  I've been bringing stuff just to leave there and not sell, hoping it would find a user.  I had one of those old-fashioned men's razors with loads of razor refills.  I think it had to be from the 1970s, but it still would have been good to use for someone.  I put all the pieces and razors (safely encased in metal dispensers, you're welcome) in a baggie and someone claimed it from the free table.  If I had given it to Goodwill it would have been thrown out.  I threw some other thingies on the table as well.  I left the building several boxes lighter than when I arrived!

I hadn't been to the sale since April.  Last time I was there and the time before I had been seated next to a woman who gave me and my stuff a ride home in her van.  She bumped a truck while backing out of the lot and asked me if I thought she should speak to the other driver.  She then gave me a whole lot of advice about how to "cleanse" my house of my husband's spirit using sage, which of course she had on hand.  At times like this I find these people entertaining even when they're being douche-y and unintuititive.

Whatever, here's a video for a song that plays a role in the zine I'm working on.  I'm not so into this animation but it's better than looking at a black and white photo of the band for three minutes.  



Saturday, July 18, 2015

Fun Funny Funnest

I saw these guys last night:


After thinking I was going to be there alone I ran into two friends there, and afterwards we had hotdogs at Zach's Shack.  I picked this video because a) Scott Hill is dressed pretty much identically as he was last night, just with longer hair now and b) I made my co-worker listen to this song so she would understand why I couldn't go see Magic Mike XXL with her.  I pretty much lost my mind last night, there's not much else to say.  I made the right decision.

Tonight is another edition of Twilight Rummage Sale.  More to follow.  This is shaping up to be a pretty good weekend. 



Monday, July 13, 2015

In every dream home, a heartache

My light-blocking curtains arrived over the weekend and I tried hanging them using a tension rod, but the rod refused to stay put and the curtains were a little heavy for it anyway.  The curtains seem to be doing their job, though it was not really sunny this morning.  I give them a B+ so far.  The tension rod gets an F for being difficult to install and subsequently not living up to its name, but it gets an A+ for supplying plenty of sexual innuendos when used as a subject of conversation.  I'm grateful for Fred Meyer's liberal returns policy so I can get a proper hanging device anon.

I had several friends over last night to watch Maps to the Stars, David Cronenberg's newest thing.  None of us especially liked it, but maybe none of us were expecting a satire.  The story had a lot of elements of Mommie Dearest and Flowers in the Attic.  He is one of my favorite directors but this was my least favorite thing I've seen by him.  I might give it another chance someday.  I think I'll just go ahead and see Scanners again instead soon. 

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Til the wheels fall off

I've been working hard on making my first zine in four years.  I've felt really great about it for a few days.  I started working on the cover design last night and I had this brief stab of melancholy, which seems to happen with many things I work on creatively.  I was in the last stretch of finishing this painting after I had a mental breakthrough, then stab.  I looked at it and I didn't like where it was going again.  Then a few hours later I thought of a quick thing that made it all work again.  I think I'm at that point now with this cover but I won't know until I get my hands on it again.  I'm not at home right now.  I'm on my lunch break thinking about zines and Googling zine cover designs and clip art.

I also keep hoping my Target curtains are going to arrive by UPS today.  I hope I don't need to sign for them!  I love the sunshine coming through my window in the morning, but too bad that it wakes me up.  By happy coincidence I got a call back from my sleep study person at the clinic today, so maybe I'll be sleeping with electrodes on me this week.  Just like E.T. and Elliott.

Friday, July 3, 2015

Spare Time

I got a paid holiday today because tomorrow is Independence Day.  Thanks job!  I'm sitting here in a coffee shop planning the rest of my day and writing this thing.  Meanwhile I'll recap what's going down in basement town.

I cleaned up the comics and magazine explosion I made while getting ready for the swap meets last weekend.  I scooted a few things around so it suddenly looks a lot better in here.  I had a semi-surprise visit from friends Lark, Andrice and Thien, who all agreed that things looked good.  Thien took away with him a roll of posters he'd printed long ago as part of a project with Sparkplug, so he helped the process along.

 I have a lot of other posters and artwork that I am keeping, so I'm hanging them in the stairwell.  If you use a broom handle you can tap down the corners of posters in high places, like I did with the La Mano tour poster above the steps.  I used tape, even though you really shouldn't.   By the way, how do you like my staircase broom closet?



I might need a nap before too long.  I went to see Torche and Melt-Banana with Lark last night and didn't get home until almost 2am.  Seeing these bands made me want to run around hugging everybody afterwards.  I woke up at 7:30 and didn't really feel like sleeping.  My first order of business for the day was to buy a metal lithographed dollhouse from a woman I met on Craigslist.  I'm such a dork, here I am trying to clean up my life and I get another dollhouse.  That is another post entirely.

On the schedule for the rest of the day: finish a painting, work on my zine, start work on a comic I'm doing for the next Visionquest comics anthology, clean the house.  Take photos and stick them in this blog post.

The moths abide, the ants abide, we're a happy family.