Thursday, August 6, 2009
Lively discussion
i have caused a heated discussion on facebook and now I can't post - what's up with that?????? Just because a girl doesn't want public health care and takes exception to the whitehouse wanting info on all healthcare dissenters - blogs or emails - . Yeah let me say it again - they put a video ad out with this leathery newsbabe named Linda Du something or other - asking that "friends" notify the whitehouse and turn over any emails or blogs with "fishy" info about healthcare. I didn't want to think I had those kinds of friends so I went ahead and turned myself in.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
health care, Obama, and a world view
I am writing to you all from the ice flow. Luckily, as I drift out in the frigid air - but wait - another bit of luck. Al Gore has decreed global warming so it ain't so frigid after all. I'm also fortunate to think I won't be eaten by a polar bear. what are the odds of me running into one of the only three left outside of zoos?
When my government health care counselor showed me the charts and graphs and the powerpoint presentation, I could see that I had indeed used up all the oxygen alloted to me. He was such a kind young man and so persuasive. When he told me there were people much younger than myself that could benefit from my medicines - or I should say, what would have been my medicines, why I could see what was expected of me.
Of course, I was a bit offended when he asked me to step up onto the scale. It was hardly necessary for him to go into lifestyle choices and actuary and morbidity statistics. I'm sure I never meant to do harm to my fellow citizens. I don't smoke, have quiet hobbies, I guess what you would call a stodgy lifestyle but I would call wholesome, and just a teeny weeny glass of merlot or 3 at night.
No, it was hardly necessary to "blame" me for my future and imminent death for the greater good. Best to appeal to my altruism. To think of a young person unable to control his bladder because I was taking the Enablex he should, by right of youth have, would just be unthinkable. Also, the Actonel - but he would probably not have brittle bones yet. Those were the only meds I took but I guess the government knew I'd break a hip or get cancer, or alzheimer's and why should the United States of America have to put up with an old woman with any of those conditions. So unseemly - so expensive.
So, I guess I'll just drift around out here on the ice flow - soon to melt because of global warming - and palaver with the other old ladies drifting about. The sky is a beautiful blue, the water is a dazzling shade of aqua, I say adieu you beautiful old world you. But hark, what's this - its one of those dead as a dodo polar bears we've lost and lamented as portrayed on National Geographic . They assured me that by the very act of my living my life, I had destroyed them with my carbon emmissions and my eating a bag of potato chips. But what's this. What a big nose he has, and my what sharp teeth.
When my government health care counselor showed me the charts and graphs and the powerpoint presentation, I could see that I had indeed used up all the oxygen alloted to me. He was such a kind young man and so persuasive. When he told me there were people much younger than myself that could benefit from my medicines - or I should say, what would have been my medicines, why I could see what was expected of me.
Of course, I was a bit offended when he asked me to step up onto the scale. It was hardly necessary for him to go into lifestyle choices and actuary and morbidity statistics. I'm sure I never meant to do harm to my fellow citizens. I don't smoke, have quiet hobbies, I guess what you would call a stodgy lifestyle but I would call wholesome, and just a teeny weeny glass of merlot or 3 at night.
No, it was hardly necessary to "blame" me for my future and imminent death for the greater good. Best to appeal to my altruism. To think of a young person unable to control his bladder because I was taking the Enablex he should, by right of youth have, would just be unthinkable. Also, the Actonel - but he would probably not have brittle bones yet. Those were the only meds I took but I guess the government knew I'd break a hip or get cancer, or alzheimer's and why should the United States of America have to put up with an old woman with any of those conditions. So unseemly - so expensive.
So, I guess I'll just drift around out here on the ice flow - soon to melt because of global warming - and palaver with the other old ladies drifting about. The sky is a beautiful blue, the water is a dazzling shade of aqua, I say adieu you beautiful old world you. But hark, what's this - its one of those dead as a dodo polar bears we've lost and lamented as portrayed on National Geographic . They assured me that by the very act of my living my life, I had destroyed them with my carbon emmissions and my eating a bag of potato chips. But what's this. What a big nose he has, and my what sharp teeth.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
monkey border fabric
I found another source to print my designs - this is pricier but it is on silk or silk twill or cotton sheeting. Fabric width is more generous but minimum yardage is bigger. What the heck is the use really. It is my fate to pay in life and not to be paid.I just don't have the knack or fire in the belly or something. Still, if i could sew - I mean really sew competently - not just the quavery wavery seams i achieve in quilting - I would love to construct a garment with this little guy in a border repeat. I can imagine folks asking where I got this clever fabric. me. I'd say - me. I designed the fabric - and for thus and such a price I will sell you some.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
tentatively back
life is humming along. I'm into my third cast. This one is yellow - I had hoped for a sunny buttercup, instead the color leaves chameleons hoping to meet that big mama with the funny sticky outy things (my toes). But it pays to be flamboyant now and again. I took a little one day watercolor session at SCAD. The point was to experiment with techniques and the class was called no fear watercolor. I am still scared of the medium. But i do love the colors you get on accident, as today's youth would say.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Still more work

Here she is with a little more pizzazz. I have begun painting her. I like the hair so kept the general outline. More work on that to come.
Then I began to work on her hand. More work needed here. So hard when you just make up people. You have a concept and a vague Idea of emotional or whimsical theatricality but when you do just create a little person from scratch all of your drawing flaws are exagerrated.
My title began to come to me - He loves me, He loves me not. So I thought i would drape her in daisies. The squiggles may or may not stay in the finished piece. They need to add to a feeling of movement and bounce to the whole thing and if i can't make that work - they are out.
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