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I return after, sadly, a prolonged absence. I guess my comings and goings must seem almost manic-depressive. I doubt I am, though. It's more like I'm surrounded by an environment that's manic-depressive and the times I can get on and make significant contributions is when my universe is depressed.
For example. Earlier this year we had an insanely large explosion that forced the evacuation of several city blocks, including mine. b9cc1d.deviantart.com/art/Zero… Well, just a couple weeks ago there was a new round of fun. August 23rd, we got wiggled a bit in the earthquake. No real damage, but some minor stuff-falling-off shelves and a bit of worry about our building's age. Three days later and Hurricane-come-on-Irene has just started the first bits of drizzle when there are firefighters and gas workers pounding on my door.
They have detected yet another major gas leak right in front of my home. Is the universe trying to kill me or what? Staving off flashbacks of the January explosion, I am assured by the workers we're safe. For now. They set up several insanely loud machines outside and tear up my yard for the next two days and nights without a break. During the hurricane.
Plus the wind blew the rain so hard it came down sideways, found cracks in the chimney, and made it's way into the living room.
In all honesty, like the earthquake, it was little more than an annoyance. No real damage (at least none I could see) and we had to go help family that were hit much harder by flooding and such. But still...I don't really feel all too comfortable touting by artwork when this kind of crap is going on.
For example. Earlier this year we had an insanely large explosion that forced the evacuation of several city blocks, including mine. b9cc1d.deviantart.com/art/Zero… Well, just a couple weeks ago there was a new round of fun. August 23rd, we got wiggled a bit in the earthquake. No real damage, but some minor stuff-falling-off shelves and a bit of worry about our building's age. Three days later and Hurricane-come-on-Irene has just started the first bits of drizzle when there are firefighters and gas workers pounding on my door.
They have detected yet another major gas leak right in front of my home. Is the universe trying to kill me or what? Staving off flashbacks of the January explosion, I am assured by the workers we're safe. For now. They set up several insanely loud machines outside and tear up my yard for the next two days and nights without a break. During the hurricane.
Plus the wind blew the rain so hard it came down sideways, found cracks in the chimney, and made it's way into the living room.
In all honesty, like the earthquake, it was little more than an annoyance. No real damage (at least none I could see) and we had to go help family that were hit much harder by flooding and such. But still...I don't really feel all too comfortable touting by artwork when this kind of crap is going on.
Devious Journal Entry
Aside from Selfish
Scrawls in the Sand:
A
poem for Candice
by Gregory Killam
One night I dreamed you
were walking along
the beach with the lord.
Rainbows from your lips
splashed scenes from
your life across the sky.
(In each scene I sort of
kind of noticed
footprints in the sand.)
Each new technicolor
scene was viscous
runny with fresh
printer's ink, hot from
the pipe dream presses.
Every pageant was
raw and wet and
could still change it's
underlying shape
as if
as if you had
you had maybe not
wanted to complete the
picture. Act. Don't say
cut
just
yet.
Leave room for the
clouds.
Leave room for the
black
Blindsided by Blindness
It's hard to believe I've been inactive for so long. I honestly hope not much has changed in the core of this site's purpose: What makes Deviant Art great.
But I feel like I owe people an explanation for not being around for more than a year.
For those of you who are in the know, sorry if I'm repeating myself, but late in 2009 I was on my bicycle when I was struck by a construction van. The driver said he “just didn't see me.” It resulted in permanent nerve damage.
Sure, that's slowed me down, but what finally stopped me...well...to be blunt, I was going blind.
Blindness. For a photographer, painter, woodworker and writer, tha
Memorial Times: All the News that's Fit to Eat
Reporting on the top stories of last week, essentially meaning it's not really news because CNN now has devices that can report the news to your smartphone three hours before it actually happens.
Virginia: Dick Cheney, former Vice President, underwent a heart transplant granting him a few more years of precious life. Doctors say that the transplant was necessary as Cheney's last heart had become too black.
Pyongyang: North Korea declares it wants the United States to send it food. In exchange for this, it plans to launch a missile in the exact opposite direction of Washington D.C. That's not a joke. No, that's really their plan.
London: Da
Three Things That Hunger Games Proves
Tomorrow, the anticipated release of the Hunger Games comes to theaters all over the U.S.A. While fans line up to buy tickets for an early 2012 blockbuster, what does the Hunger Games show us about ourselves?
1)We have lost the ability to protest.
Once upon a time great civil rights leaders walked through our streets and city halls. Whether you're talking about politicians like Thurgood Marshall or common men like Petey Green they accomplished great things with their words, demolishing injustice in their wake. Did last year's "Occupy" protests achieve anything else by comparison? It was more or less a grouple of angry people shouting:
"Wha
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It's been insane around here lately, indeed.