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How do you know you're too old for derring-do?
1. When you demand peak performance from your body and get it less and less;
2. When you find yourself risking life and limb for utterly stupid lost causes;
3. When #2 happens too frequently;
4. When the embarrassing and self-injurious consequences of #2 cease to be charming
I didn't save a friend's possessions from the potential ravages of a fire. I didn't interpose myself between some hapless old lady and an out-of-control bus. I didn't recklessly spend all my money to make sure a loved one got medicine. I didn't fight off a bunch of goons intent on robbery.
No. Nothing so heroic. I marked the end of this year by running down a stairwell, slipping, tripping and slamming my head on a wall half a floor below me in the name of workplace punctuality.
I'm okay, for now. I'm just waiting to see if the latest bump on my noggin has any neurological and psycho-motor side effects that I should be worried about. I think my personality's still intact-- not an occasion for cheering if some people are to be asked.
Happy new year. At least for me, the fireworks came early.
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About Me:
Messages and Manifestos: On Art:
Work Edifies
Marketing, Politics, Man in the Mirror
Did anyone ever tell you that I dislike poetry?
I'm a Designer
Why Dex Faves (personal stuff here too)
Messages and Manifestos: Personal: On Love
On Love
After All It's Done to You, Why?
Messages and Manifestos: Personal: For Tina, For Tishie
I have a grand daughter
14 (Again, for Tin)
When is Enough, well, Enough?
To the Monastery, Jeeves
14 (for Tin)
for Tina
1. When you demand peak performance from your body and get it less and less;
2. When you find yourself risking life and limb for utterly stupid lost causes;
3. When #2 happens too frequently;
4. When the embarrassing and self-injurious consequences of #2 cease to be charming
I didn't save a friend's possessions from the potential ravages of a fire. I didn't interpose myself between some hapless old lady and an out-of-control bus. I didn't recklessly spend all my money to make sure a loved one got medicine. I didn't fight off a bunch of goons intent on robbery.
No. Nothing so heroic. I marked the end of this year by running down a stairwell, slipping, tripping and slamming my head on a wall half a floor below me in the name of workplace punctuality.
I'm okay, for now. I'm just waiting to see if the latest bump on my noggin has any neurological and psycho-motor side effects that I should be worried about. I think my personality's still intact-- not an occasion for cheering if some people are to be asked.
Happy new year. At least for me, the fireworks came early.
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About Me:
Messages and Manifestos: On Art:
Work Edifies
Marketing, Politics, Man in the Mirror
Did anyone ever tell you that I dislike poetry?
I'm a Designer
Why Dex Faves (personal stuff here too)
Messages and Manifestos: Personal: On Love
On Love
After All It's Done to You, Why?
Messages and Manifestos: Personal: For Tina, For Tishie
I have a grand daughter
14 (Again, for Tin)
When is Enough, well, Enough?
To the Monastery, Jeeves
14 (for Tin)
for Tina
Up to Speed
First, I'd like to thank the people who've stopped by the page, the gallery, and specific artworks. Your views have been encouraging, and the gifts of llamas have been a gas. Shoutouts in particular to the more recent givers of llamas: Revantem, ERA-7, Hoshigetsu, SASHIMISAN. People, if you've run into my page while looking for something else, do give these deviants a visit.
If you've favorited my work recently, you belong on a pedestal where someone really pretty drapes a medal on you just because you're nice (or because you noticed something worthy in my work). Shoutouts to the more recent visitors who favorited something of mine: aikamult
No, Vember.
I had been gunning for twenty-four paintings and the work's stalled at painting six. At least the reasons don't involve creative drought: I'm just swamped with non-painting work that has to be done or else I don't get to eat or the lights go out in the studio. Sadly, it's been a lousy slog and December doesn't look as good as it should. Money is tight everywhere and I don't dare ask for bailouts from Mom and Pop. God knows if I'm actually going to get paid for some of my previous jobs... But that's the story everywhere, it seems.
We soldier on. Or at least we keep at it until we fold or get a decent windfall.
The good news is that a one-man
Cleaning House
Uh, Hi. I'm not dead.
Real life's taken me away from this page lots of times, and each time I've come back, the occasion seems to be some kind of change in my status quo. I'm *trying* to be less expressive, to confine myself to the safe Tweets, Facebook posts, and the necessary political commentary. I've also been uploading more recent art elsewhere, because I've needed online real estate for portfolios that didn't have a poem or two about me crying about a broken romance.
I keep promising to upload here, and I will. It's just that my more recent work has been work-for-pay, or secret-project-art, so that I can't simply put these things up h
Show's over. Go home.
My ex is getting married. Therefore, everything I've done, everything I've made, said or written over the last four years has been... to borrow a word from Gerry Alanguilan... wasted.
Happily I'm beyond thoughts of engaging in risky behavior-- really, how's downing six gallons of alcohol every night for a week going to solve that problem? I'm at that age where you're just too old to have a meltdown: they are neither productive nor are they particularly satisfying anymore. You can't have one of these at my age and not look like Charlie Sheen.
I fought the good fight, and even if the outcome is unfair, there is simply no one I can blame or b
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