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Archive for October, 2005

Brush in Hand

Monday, October 31st, 2005

I returned from a weekend trip into the woods yesterday afternoon, exhausted. I spent my time climbing what passes for mountains around here and then meditating upon them when reaching the top. I try to do this every year, and it is one of my most precious private times. It’s always hard to come back.
I [...]

Today’s Topic in Psych, my children: Magical Thinking.

Wednesday, October 26th, 2005

As it happens, an ATC I recently made.
Shoeless Joe Jackson, long after the
Black Sox scandal.
White Sox Win 1st World Series Since 1917
I am near to weeping with both joy and sorrow. Joy, because they’ve won at last. Joy, because my home town at last has World Series champions. Joy, because I have always been [...]

A thought.

Wednesday, October 26th, 2005

I’m sure I’ve recorded that I always preferred Mr. Spock to Captain Kirk. Did I ever mention that I prefer Inigo Montoya to Westley?
No?
Oh, well.
This thought brought to you by Crestor ::rolls eyes::

I Lurve Mexican Polka

Tuesday, October 25th, 2005

Just thought I’d mention it. It cracks me up in the exact same way Slim Whitman cracks me up. I lurve Slim Whitman. I do not lurve, nor even like, Frans Ferdinand. Tooooooooo pop-py, even for my schlocky side.
ATC’s
Got my Halloween cards back. ::sigh:: It’s all mixed media again, and I’m starting to be kind [...]

Good-bye, Rosa

Tuesday, October 25th, 2005

Rosa Parks, matriarch of civil rights, dies at 92
Sometimes, heroics are in the smallest of moments and come from the people in the weakest of positons. Good luck, Rosa, wherever you are now.

Hey, baybee!

Sunday, October 23rd, 2005

Here’s for Jodi, ’cause I miss her.

Coming soon to a church near you

Friday, October 21st, 2005

The Temple should be a house of prayer, but you have made it a den of thieves.

Amen, brutha.

Wednesday, October 19th, 2005

For once, psychology and politics meet.
The Sunk-Cost Fallacy - Bush falls victim to a bad new argument for the Iraq war. By Barry Schwartz

Weeping Eye Girl

Sunday, October 16th, 2005

We have just returned from a party. We ran into a couple who teach art, and got involved in a lovely conversation. The husband referred to me as an Outsider artist. I found it strangely validating.

Life Begins

Thursday, October 13th, 2005

At this moment, 22 years ago, I was passed out in the recovery room at WRAMC.

Ink stained fingers

Wednesday, October 5th, 2005

First row: Celtic Spiral, Stars & Spirals 2, Jack O’ Spooky Doom
Second row: (blank), Stars and Spirals, Texture experiment
Third Row: (blank), Cory tree, Boo!, Cory tree 2.
I needed to finish up my offerings for the Halloween swap and wanted to play around with cards for a spiral swap.
Spent most of the evening working on ATC’s. [...]

Bitchin’

Tuesday, October 4th, 2005

The Store of Loathing
So, yeah, there are some sweet things here. Minimalist t-shirt? Pint glass? Coffee Pixie Mug?
Chistmas is coming, the goose is getting fat….
A consumer is me!
Excuse me, I’m off to eat my Double Bacon Beezleburger. ::zot::

Old things

Saturday, October 1st, 2005

When we went to the Highland Games about a month ago, Reuel invited us to go to Scotland with the family. “Now, you know,” he warned us, “we are not going to do everythig together. It’s not a guided tour.”
I smiled. Thank God, I thought, I’ll have an opportunity to do what I want [...]