Friday, November 28, 2008

gratitude altar

I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday! The kids and I had dinner with family and then had some petsitting stops to make (petsitters are busy on holidays. :-) on the way home. And then we started a new tradition. We sat down and had hot chocolate with marshmallows, and made gratitude lists. There has been a lot of anxiety in the house of late, and a great sense of loss, and a friend suggested that to clear out that energy we make a gratitude altar to honor those things that are in our lives.

I won't make the kids' lists public, but I will share with you a little of mine. I am infinitely grateful for my beloved children. I am grateful for my family - all of them. Even the ones no longer with us; I'm so grateful that I had the time with them that I did. I'm so grateful for my wonderful, supportive friends. I'm grateful for the opportunity to work, and to attend a graduate program (at least for now). I am grateful for the roof over our heads; for this warm and cozy place we call home.

And I am grateful for lessons learned over the past year. Even, -- or perhaps most importantly --the most painful lessons; as these are the ones that most helped me to clarify what is most important to me, and what i want in my life.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

out of the well, into the sunshine

AEDM collages for 11/22 & 11/23
in no particular order


"Afraid to Look" c. '08 miz annie
7.5" x 10.5" mixed media collage
on recycled pasteboard


"Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain?
It lifts, and the scenery is falling apart."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~



"Fine Line" c. '08 miz annie
7.5" x 10.5" mixed media collage
on recycled pasteboard



"There are times when we must sink to the bottom of our misery to understand truth, just as we must descend to the bottom of a well to see the stars in broad daylight."
~ Vaclav Havel ~

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

on grief


"you met me" c. '08 annie farnsworth
7.5" x 10.5" mixed media collage on recycled pasteboard.





I wanted to say again tonight how much I appreciate my friends. They've been there for me the whole time and willing to help but I've resisted opening up. I think it is hard to remember that true friends care about all of it, your whole experience, not just your sunny days. They want to be there for you in tough times too, but they can't if you never let them see that you're having one. And when you come right down to it, not letting them is a little like only wanting people to see you on a good hair day; it's dishonest and more than a little vain. I think it is hard, particularly, for people who are in the "helping professions" to show weakness or ask for help. We like to think we are here to help other people and that we can't do that if our own shit is falling apart. I had a great "talk" with a friend about the Shadow sides to personality; how if you do not acknowledge or allow them to be integrated into your life, they will come out and bite you in the ass when you're not expecting it.

My "Shadow" could be this whiny, weak, schoolgirl part of me with the unrequited love, who just wants to cry and listen to Fiona Apple and say "what if...?" and "if only I..." Let's just go ahead and call her "Baby." If I had acknowledged her earlier, let my truth show, weeks, even months ago... this process might not have been so difficult.

But maybe Baby isn't my "Shadow" at all. Maybe she's just a very honest part of my human experience, the part that feels those very human (but in some circles, unattractive) feelings like sadness and fear and rejection and jealousy and needing attention. Aren't those all very real parts of the human experience? Why do I fight so hard to keep her out of sight? I'm starting to realize that my Shadow is actually more like a Feelings-Nazi, who doesn't like Baby and is always telling her to suck it up. She walks around with a clipboard and checks things off, and dislikes weaknesses in others as much as she dislikes them in herself. Her main job is to prevent us from letting those weaknesses show. She wants us to be superwoman, to always keep it "together," to always be philosophical about everything. She is always practical and analytical and is afraid of being used or taken advantage of. She puts up walls, pushes people away. She is the part of me who thought things would be okay, and she was wrong and I am really pissed off at her right now. So I'm sorry if i seem a little whiny right now; if it seems like all i do with paper is make fires and hurricanes. Clipboard Lady can stuff it. It's Baby's turn right now.



"...there is no way around grief.
Can’t climb over it,
can’t crawl under it and,
as clever as I’ve tried to be,
no way to sneak around it.
The only way out of grief is through it."
~ Betty Ann Ruttledge ~

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

not real good at getting gone


"Damn the Doppler" c. '08 annie farnsworth
7.5" x 10" mixed media collage on recycled pasteboard
AEDM for 11/18/08



"Sometimes you get what you want,
sometimes you get what need,
and sometimes,
you just get what you get
."

~anon~

blue monday


"While Waiting" c. '08 annie farnsworth
6" x 6" mixed media collage on
recycled cardboard.

AEDM for 11/17/08

Sunday, November 16, 2008

diptych of the wreckage


"Wreckage 1" c. '08 annie farnsworth
8.5" x 11" mixed media collage & original poem
on recycled pasteboard





"Wreckage 2"
c.'08 annie farnsworth
8.5" x 11" mixed media collage & original poem
on recycled pasteboard



These are meant to be displayed side by side as it is one poem in two parts. But I couldn't figure out how to post them that way in the blog. Which is fitting, I suppose, since the two people involved in the poem couldn't figure out how to integrate their separate selves into one whole either. And that's a bigger tragedy than i could ever do justice to with paper and glue.

AEDM, Sat. 11/15 & Sun. 11/16

Friday, November 14, 2008

perfect day to see the pain specialist


"Having to Wing It" c. 2008 Miz Annie
7.5" x 10.5" mixed media collage for AEDM


There's this saying about time. That Time is what keeps everything from happening all at once. You have good days, you have bad days. You have time in which to enjoy the joys and then for contrast you get the dark nights of the soul. The yin and the yang and all of that. Which is great in theory but every once in a while I think the works get gummed up and you get a day like I was gifted with today which seemed to be both at once. First the good news; I have a new job! I was told that I probably wouldn't hear until next week but I got the call today that I had been selected. I also saw my *Pain Specialist* today and it looks like I have a great plan in place for treatment that does not involve invasive surgery. My back is going to be just fine.

Right now it just feels like something else is broken.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

a great giveaway! and other blatherings from the insomnia zone

I have had a bit of insomniomniomniomnia.... so what am I doing? Trolling the intermanet, of course, and finding all sorts of gorgeous new projects I want to play with. Something about the cool weather (complete with frosty mornings) that make me just want to sew. Quilts, in particular, if i can get my foolish Singer to start cooperating! I still have a set of pillows in progress, as well as a small flannel/chenille quilt that I started several YEARS ago (oh, hush now. like you don't). And ALL the squares ready to go into my daughter's Bai Jia Bei, or 100 Good Wishes Quilt. Yes, my daughter joined our family in 2004, but, you know, I've been sort of busy. ;-) This is the year, however. Both kids know they're getting quilts from me for Christmas and my daughter is not going to let me off the hook, believe me.

I didn't make this, i just snitched it from this nice lady
so I could show you an example. Isn't it gorgeous?
I love the Chinese characters in the corners.

If you have not heard of the Bai Jia Bei, please click on the link and check it out! While I'm dubious that this tradition still continues in China, it has certainly become a tradition among Americans waiting for the referrals of their adopted Chinese babies! While waiting for Halle I solicited squares from family and friends (okay, I also joined a Yahoo group and participated in more swaps than I care to admit to), and now have all of these gorgeous 6" squares to put into a quilt (okay, several quilts). Along with the 6" squares people added 2" squares that will go into a scrapbook along with their cards and well-wishes. Halle will be able to look at the scrapbook and find the fabric that each person sent; it will be fun to look at and match up the names to the squares that are in the quilt. So tonight (with the insomniomniomnia.....) I have been trolling for quilt patterns that will be heirloom-worthy but also not so complicated that the lovely fabrics aren't showcased. I am quite enamored with the disappearing 9-patch that everyone seems to be playing with these days; it looks do-able for the newbie and also a great way to use pre-cut squares. But I also might want to do something just very simple with sashing around each square to showcase the variety of fabrics. Sometimes simple just really is better. We shall see!


In my travels, I found this great giveaway! Okay, so maybe the blog title lured me in: Feeling Lucky? (tee hee!) But it's a great giveaway from a very talented artist and the prize is to die for! I'm sharing it here with you for extra brownie points. My foster dog will be going to his new home soon and I'll need an extra quilt to help keep me warm at night, so I hope I win!!

it's the most...wonderful time... of the yeeearrrr!

Oh HEY! The email I sent myself from downstairs yesterday finally arrived. So here's what's cooking at the magic cottage:


All year I save pictures, magazines, wrapping paper scraps -- anything holiday-related -- and stash them in a special folder for my exclusive line of Pandenominational Holiday Ornaments! I've been making these for several years now. Like Newman's Own brand (without the wild financial success-- yet!), it sort of "started as a joke and has gotten out of hand."

A few years ago I was asked why, as a self-proclaimed neo-pagan Buddhist, I bothered with a Christmas tree. The short answer is "why can't we all just get along?" My ornaments are just a fun, visual way to say Hey! Christians don't corner the market on holiday fun! We can all take this time to love each other, celebrate family, eat way too much pie, and pay homage to all our ascended masters without discrimination. The first year I just made a few for friends, and a family Yankee Swap. Last year I made even more, hosted an ornament swap, and posted a bunch on my Etsy shop where, much to my surprise, they sold like hotcakes! (okay! i sold all of the four hotcakes I listed! LOL!) You can check out pics from my 2007 line here at Flickr.

Fancy scissors & Astronomy magazine; yup, the holidays are coming!

Here are three in-progress samples from my brandy-new 2008 line; these still need the glitter glue edging, brass screw-eyes with fancy-schmancy ribbon hangers, and a final gloss-coat of Mod Podge.

Now back to that critical analysis of Carson, Butcher, and Mineka's Abnormal Psychology and Modern Life.
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mood: Free Smileys & Emoticons at Clipart of.com hopeful

currently listening to:

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

upstairs downstairs

I was going to post pics of the pieces I've been working on for the past two days, but they're on my other computer. I am moving from my old, decrepit Dell that is destined to simply implode one of these days to a new hybrid Dell (I couldn't afford a Prius, so I got this! haha). The new system kicks ass, but as is inevitable with a move to a new 'puter the usual glitches have ensued: programs that I use every day (Pagemaker! Photoshop!) are not compatible with the new operating system so I have to do stuff on the old one and then email things to myself to pull up on the new one. Then, documents formatted in the new-fangled Word program get all wonky when I pull them up on the old machine, but I have to print from the old machine because I haven't moved the printer. And I hear tell there is a slick way to move your email address book from one machine to another but as yet I have not been able to pull that off either, so I find myself downstairs on the old machine, forwarding myself copies of old emails just so I can use the addresses because, well, god forbid I write down an email address with like, a pen, on say, a piece of paper, like some sort of luddite. (1)

But those are all just minor irritations which will just sort of smooth themselves out eventually. In the meanwhile here's a picture of my foster dog, Chili Bean, who has a hot date with a potential adopter this weekend. I'm sure she will simply fall in love with him, as does everyone who comes within a ten foot radius of his cuteness, so I am preparing myself for the inevitable good bye.

I mean, seriously! Hella-cute, isn't he? The mildly worried look you see here is actually a "poor me" expression that he has perfected to induce people to share their Cheez-Its with him. He is a complete pain the bum and we absolutely and unequivocally adore him.

In other news, I had a job interview today. And tomorrow... (drum roll please....) is my coveted and long-awaited appointment with the pain specialist. (Aren't those magical words, when uttered together?)

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(1) I used to pronounce that "LOO- dite," until I used the word in conversation and was mocked with great glee by a friend who shall remain nameless. This is a great example of why people who may be fairly well-read might still sound like morons if they attempt to socialize in real-people land: entire swathes of their vocabulary may have only been experienced in print, not actually ever heard pronounced. (I mean, how do you pronounce swathe? you see what I mean.) Another case in point: I once auditioned for a play and when I read aloud from the script: "There's an Episcopal church right down the street" I pronounced it "epi-SCOPE-al." Great memory to re-live if I'm feeling a bit too cocky; brings me right back down to Humbleville.

Monday, November 10, 2008

already home but still with errands to run

"Already Home" c. 2008 Miz Annie

7.5" x 10" mixed media collage w/ art papers,
magazine cutouts, & laser print on recycled pasteboard.
AEDM for Nov. 10.

"Spiritual practice isn’t about trying to throw ourselves away and become something better,” teaches Pema Chödrön. “It is,” she says, “about befriending who we are already.”

I am a huge Chödrön fan; I have a much-loved copy of When Things Fall Apart that I keep at the ready for when.... well...when things fall apart. And they seem to do so fairly often these days. One of the biggest lessons that Chödrön shares is that we rob ourselves of so much of our own lives, our own human experience, by disassociating from anything that falls into the spectrum of what we've learned to label as "bad." In other words, when we start to feel that a moment in time is horrible, painful, unbearable, even just frustrating, irritating, or mildly unpleasant -- we want to run. We don't want to experience those feelings so we throw everything else out with that bathwater. And each unpleasant moment we discard is a moment that will never come again. You might read that and think, "Well, good riddance to it!" as though our particular emotional state is all that exists in that moment of time. How egotistical! Are we that self-centered that we can imagine that those moments are all disposable, because they happen to be moments in which we are irritated? (or pained, or lonely, or __________ fill in the blank)

I admit that I am often very bad at this "being in the present" stuff. Yup. So many of my present moments lately are ones in which I'm in physical pain and sometimes all I can muster up is that everything else can go to hell. But I'm working on it. I'm working on remembering that each moment contains far more than my fleeting emotional state, or my fleeting physical state. It contains millions of people engaged in millions of activities and thoughts. Wars are being fought, songs are being sung, babies are crying or laughing or sleeping, and my dog is chewing a slipper. The moon is nearly full, the leaves are rustling in the wind, the neighbor is showing off his shiny new truck. So much is happening! And it will never happen exactly like this ever again! Sometimes my own spiritual practice consists of little more than the prayer "Please allow me to get out of my own damned way." Once I can do that, there's a little more room for the rest of the world to enter my consciousness. So that is why Chödrön says that the present moment is our greatest teacher; if we can manage to allow ourselves to just be in each moment regardless of whether we've labelled it "good" or "bad," and don't get caught up too much in reacting to it, we can let go of a lot of what we have come to feel as "suffering."

And again, just because I'm writing about it doesn't mean I consider myself remotely good at it. I most certainly am not.(1) I am particularly prone to living not from this moment but from some future moment when things are really going to kick ass! "I will sooooo be a better person," I think, "when my back doesn't hurt." I won't be so crabby (or irritated, or angry, or stressed out...) when I get a new job. Or when I win the lotto. Or when X, Y, or Z happens. I forget to look at all the other things that are going on in the current moment, and what I can do to move forward. Send another resume, ask for help with the housework, take the dogs for a walk to the store and buy a lottery ticket. It never fails that in the act of simply moving forward from that moment, instead of becoming the feeling of dissatisfaction and embodying it, I have honored not only my Self, but also that previously unbearable, seemingly disposable moment. Simply by allowing myself to be in it. By using it as a metaphorical home base and venturing out its front door.

Begin where you are; work where you are;
the hour which you are now wasting,
dreaming of some far off success
may be crowded with grand possibilities.


~ Orison Swett Marden ~

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(1) I suspect that the Buddha himself wasn't that good at it, or he would not have had to leave his wife and children and go sit under a big tree to "discover" enlightenment. But that's a topic for another blog. ;-)

I found that quote

The "self help guru" I mentioned in yesterday's blog was actually Stephen Covey and the quote I was thinking of came from his book The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Families, which is actually much warmer and readable than its business seminar-sounding title might imply.

Covey tells the story of a conversation he had at one of his workshops, during which a man came up to him and said, "[...] My wife and I just don't have the same feelings for each other that we used to have. I guess I just don't love her anymore, and she doesn't love me. What can I do?"

"The feeling isn't there anymore?" Covey inquired.
"That's right," the man reaffirmed, "And we have three children we're really concerned about. What do you suggest?"
"Love her," Covey replied.
"I told you, the feeling just isn't there anymore."
"Love her."
"You don't understand. The feeling of love isn't there."

"Then love her. If the feeling isn't there, that's a good reason to love her."

"But how do you love when you don't love?"

"My friend, love is a verb. Love -- the feeling -- is a fruit of the love the verb. So love her. Sacrifice. Listen to her. Empathize. Appreciate. Affirm her. Are you willing to do that?"

Covey goes on to admonish Hollywood for giving us all the deluded idea that love is a feeling and not a verb; we've all come to expect other people to induce in us some nirvanic feeling of bliss when in actuality that feeling comes as a result of loving someone (loving, as in the action word. the VERB.) He also offers a quote by M. Scott Peck:

"The desire to love is not love itself love... Love is an act of will -- namely an intention and an action. Will also implies choice. We do not have to love. We choose to love. No matter how much we may think we are loving, if we are in fact not loving, it is because we have chosen not to love and therefore do not love despite our good intentions. On the other hand, whenever we do actually exert ourselves in the cause of spiritual growth, it is because we have chosen to do so. The choice to love has been made."


"Live Reverently"
2.5" x 3.5" ACEO c. 2008 Miz Annie
AEDM for Nov. 9, '08 & one for the Yogi Tea Tag series

mixed media collage on recycled pasteboard with magazine cutouts, glitter hearts and Yogi Tea tag.

Saturday, November 08, 2008

home remedies from the magic cottage

"Love More" c. 2008 Miz Annie
5" x 7" mixed media collage

This was today's AEDM piece, which includes a quote from Thoreau which can be interpreted any number of ways to suit your own dysfunctionality. I would offer the disclaimer that I don't think Thoreau had it in mind that if you are in a crap relationship that isn't working, the best thing to do is continue giving 100% even when the other person is sitting around smoking Pall Malls and picking at his shorts. It doesn't mean that if you just love your partner "enough" or love them "the right way" they will stop abusing you. It means, well, at least to me it means that even if love has gone wrong, disappointed you, or otherwise let you down in some fashion, the solution is not to vow never to love again. The solution is simply to allow that experience to fall away, learn from it if you can, and move on. Love takes many forms and sometimes shows up when you least expect it. Maybe it is already here and you simply no longer recognize it? I also love how the subject "Love" is both a noun and a verb in this quote. Who is that famous relationship guru who is always saying "Love is a verb!" We talk about love as though it's a person we're waiting for, or some nirvanic state of mind they induce in us. If we don't hear angelic choirs (or Coldplay) and hearts and flowers don't weave through the air about our heads when we text each other, it must not be love. Feh! Think of it as a verb, see what that does for a shift in perspective. It always helps me, anyway.(1)

"Blue Archway" c. 2008 Miz Annie
5" x 7" mixed media collage on recycled pasteboard

Well, this is a morose little piece, is it not? I don't really care for it. But hey, we can't hit them all out of the ballpark, as I'm wont to say when participating in these once-a-day kind of things.

Meanwhile......


My son has been such an awesome help to me the past couple of months. He knows my back is hurting so he does all the chores around the house that require lifting (taking out the trash, lugging the laundry up or down the stairs, carrying in the groceries, moving boxes to or from the basement). He sweeps the kitchen for me as well as the stairs (which, due to the fact we have so many pets, is a daily requirement). In addition to helping with the housework, my son has lately become obsessed with creating the ultimate healing potion for me. (well, I'm sure all this extra work has motivated him to help find a cure! haha!). He is reading up on the healing properties of various foods and vitamins. Last night he made me hot "tea" made with cranberry and pomegranate juice, "for the antioxidants." Today he made an incredible curried carrot soup (okay, I helped a little), which was so good I had to share the recipe with you.


(the tee-shirt says "Save Trees - Eliminate Homework!")

Saute about a tablespoon of minced garlic and one large diced yellow onion in a generous dash of olive oil. Add about 2 cups sliced mushrooms and saute some more.

Separately, dissolve a cube of vegetable boullion in about a cup of hot water, add to the sauteed veggies along with about a quart of water, 5 or 6 large carrots, shredded fine (we used the Cuisinart so it took seconds), and half a block of extra firm tofu, cut into about 1/2" cubes. Season with salt and pepper, 1/2 tsp curry powder, 1/2 teaspoon garam masala, and 1/2 teaspoon ground cumin. Simmer for half an hour to 45 minutes. To be honest, these amounts are just good guesses; you might have to adjust especially the water - I'm really bad at estimating amounts of water. This soup was so easy to make and delicious - even the kids loved it.


Adding the shredded carrots.

The house smells so good while this is simmering! Veggie nuggets (Morningstar Farms makes an awesome version) and edamame completed the meal. MMMMM!


Hal and I have been cooking too; the other night we made a magnificent white-trash Green Bean Casserole
(recipe is on the mushroom soup can). It is a horrible, disgusting dish which I absolutely adore. I told her that it was a traditional November dish, and that we had to practice making it for Thanksgiving. (As if it takes practice to open cans).


Gross. But Halle had fun "cooking" with mom and was so proud to dish it up at suppertime. Jacob, unfortunately, found it completely inedible (as it probably is) and having to eat it nearly brought him to tears. I caught him balling up a mouthful in a dinner napkin and attempting to furtively pocket it for later disposal. I would have been mad but I was too busy laughing. Hysterically.

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(1) again, when I speak of love, one must listen with the salt shaker in hand. Cuz, you know, what the heck do I know?

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

today's piece is for Caitlin

"Hope is the thing"
c. 2008 miz annie



7.25" x 10.5" mixed media collage w/art paper, magazine cutouts, photograph, & JoJo feathers on recycled pasteboard. In case you can't read my handwriting, the quote is from Emily Dickinson:

"Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul,
and sings the song without words,
and never stops at all."

with love to Caitlin.
XO

tuesday's AEDM piece

"to love someone"
c. 2008 miz annie

4"x4" mixed media collage
(recycled pasteboard, magazine cutouts,
laser print on adhesive vellum, glitter glue)


Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Locksmith

Yesterday I had planned to finish a sewing project and count that as my AEDM piece. My sewing machine, however, would have none of it. I adjusted and readjusted all the tension knobs, re-threaded and messed with it and still, I kept getting tight stitches on top and a looping tangled mess underneath. After ripping out countless seams, I was ready to throw the machine out in my yard. Fortunately, I can barely lift the thing at the moment so I contemplated asking a volunteer to do the "Singer Fling" for me. Then I realized if I was going to go to the trouble of soliciting a volunteer for that I could just as easily solicit a knowledgable sewing person to help me adjust the damn machine. I did the only thing sensible at that point: emailed my mom.
Meanwhile, using my frustration as fuel, I went ahead and made something else. I rather like it.

"The Locksmith Befriends the Snake" c. 2008 miz annie
(12.5" x 14.5" including frame)

This is a mixed media assemblage on some cool corrugated stuff that came as packing material for some item I can't now recall. I sidestepped the glue wrinkling issue by only using it on the edges of the paper elements and sewing the found objects right through the base cardboard. The frame is an old vintage piece someone tried to strip the paint off of at one point; I like the shabby chic "distressed" look they left when they gave up on it.

Later I remembered some words on transforming anger from a book on which I'd just finished writing a paper:

"While aggressive energy at its most primitive levels can become destructive, in its more evolved form it becomes creative power. Many spiritual leaders have warned against despising or deprecating aggression, pointing to the consequent dangers of helplessness and resignation. Rama Krishna, for example, used to narrate the story of an incredibly fierce and venomous snake. One day this snake met a sage and, overpowered by the latter's gentleness, lost its ferocity. The sage advised it to stop hurting people, and the snake resolved to live a life of innocence, without harming anyone.

"But as soon as the people in a nearby village realized that the snake wasn't dangerous anymore, they started to throw stones at it, to drag it by the tail and tease it in innumerable ways. The snake was having a very hard time. Luckily, the sage passed by the place again, and after seeing how badly battered the snake was and listening to its complaints, he simply said, "My friend, I told you to stop hurting people -- I didn't tell you never to hiss at them and scare them away." Rama Krishna concludes, "There is no harm in 'hissing ' at wicked men and at your enemies, showing that you can protect yourself and know how to resist evil. Only you must be careful not to pour your venom into the blood of your enemy. Resist not evil by causing evil in return."

(from Piero Ferrucci's What We May Be, c. 2001 Tarcher/Penguin

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Art Every Day Month

November is the Art Every Day Month challenge, brought to us by the same lovely spirit that brings us Creative Every Day.

Here's what I made yesterday. It's a mixed media collage on 12" x 16" stretched canvas and the details of the goddess' face are all washed out here; I had to use a flash because it was too cold to take this outside & photograph it under natural light. I may try again tomorrow; this really doesn't do the piece justice.

"Kwan Yin with Extra Molecules"
c. 2008 Miz Annie

Today's offering is still drying.
I may or may not post it tomorrow, depending on whether those horrendous wrinkles dry flat.
Now I am off to finish a paper, and a sewing project, before it's time to head out for a petsit with one of my favorite kitty clients and go pick up the kids.

Hope you are all having a restful Sunday, dear ones.

Saturday, November 01, 2008

mah jong is my nicotine patch


Happy November! I got to see my former foster dog, Dakota, today! His new name is Yoda. No comment on that. But the handsome guy remembered me for sure and gave me lots of hugs and kisses, which I happily returned. His new mom is AWESOME; I can tell that she's taking great care of him and he is making new friends wherever he goes. So gratifying, to see him doing so well, and to know that I had a tiny part in his journey to his forever home.

After a short lapse in judgment, a fall off of the wagon, as it were, I am back to my self-imposed Myspace ban. No. Myspace. Whatsoever. That place is evil. Notice how I said "place," as though it were an actual physical, geographical area somewhere in real-people land, which it certainly is not. Once you've become hooked, it's a tough habit to break. Instant gratification, passive entertainment galore. No attention span is required! This is an attractive option when you've got critical analyses to write and you're tired and your fatigued little brain cells can't seem to absorb anything requiring intellectual focus. Further, on a site like Myspace you can interact socially without ever having to put on makeup or leave your house! You can pretend that you are using your creative talents by "pimping" your page and photoshopping amusing comments to send to your "friends," most of whom you've never met in person. I absolutely adore it. But we're no good for each other, Myspace and me... Myspace takes me away from my "real" friends and my children, it tricks me into thinking that because I've coordinated my html wallpaper with my table borders I am really "decorating." It lures me into believing that because people leave me "comments" that they actually like me or give a shit about my life.


Quitting Myspace is not easy. It's like quitting any other habit that has taken up your time and attention and given you something resembling joy and social interaction; you need to replace it with something or you are going to backslide. I have fallen off the wagon myself. But I'm going to try again. This time, instead of cold turkey I am going to allow myself some other mindless distraction to wean myself off of it, much the way a smoker might use nicotine gum. I hate to replace one shitty habit with another, but frankly, if I spent even HALF the time I used to spend dicking around on Myspace on something more productive (studying, cleaning the house, playing a game with my kids, making art, reading a book, walking the dogs, talking to real live friends on the real live phone....) that still leaves me with hours of unclaimed time that I am accustomed to spending in a mindless html semi-coma. So, I have devised a step-down program involving Mah Jongg(1), Yahoo News, Etsy.com, and any of the groovy sites I've listed to the right. These distractions, in measured doses, should take the edge off just enough that I can get myself back on track with the life endeavors that I frequently claim are important to me. One day at a time. No peeking.



ps. If you have not seen "Lars and the Real Girl" yet, hie thee to the video store and rent it. It is a gorgeous little film that surprised me with its depth and poignancy. It might have been the Vicodin talking but I cried through much of it. Totally worth the rental fee, thumbs up and all that.

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(1) In the spirit of sharing with anyone else who may need a step-down program from an evil social-networking site, this is my favorite version of mahjongg:
http://www.freegames.ws/games/boardgames/mahjong/freemahjong.htm
There are, of course, many others but none offer the tribal drum sound and the graphic of the spewing volcano when you "win." And, you know, that counts for something.