Lesson in Mindfulness

My beautiful, inspiring poem...

If you maintain intense focus
on the Patriots game
wide screen HD TV
be sure to glance at the side table
when returning your wine glass to its
resting position
Lest you will experience smashing
and crashing and splattering red
action happening not on the turf
in your HD screen
but upon your couch and carpet
and wood floors, too
Then you miss the game
whilst cleaning your mess
stupid, oh stupid You.

Trash Day

Nothing is more delightful
than collecting dog shit
in the rain.

Monsters

Punkin' carvin'

I was going to post a picture of my carved halloween pumpkin until I saw this guy's work. WOW. Great inspiration but I shall not attempt this at home!

Bringing back the birdies

Several years ago, I drew little birdie cartoons all the time. I came across some old sketches and they inspired me to bring back the birdies. Today's addition: "Northeast Gallery Bird."

Spanish "festivals" burn bulls alive

Please join me in signing this petition to end this barbaric, cruel and inhumane practice. It is painfully difficult for me to believe that such a violent and senseless "ritual" act can occur today. Whether perpetrated against human or non-human animals, this kind of torture is simply unacceptable and downright horrible. Animals feel pain just as we do – It is arrogant and ignorant to believe otherwise. Please help. And always keep your eyes and ears open, for this kind of brutality exists in many forms and in many places across our world. Just because you do not see it in your own backyard doesn't mean it doesn't exist!

Enemy

I have no greater enemy than myself.
When Ego is in control –
or blinded by the illusion of control
Spirit suffers in silence.
Suffocating in a black
windowless, doorless prison
Spirit patiently but painfully waits
for Ego to wake up from her nightmare.

It's Always Teeth

Pernicious Post

The perfect prefect in our precinct was perturbed by the prurient priest who pursued a prenup with the previous pervious person of purported purview of preliterate, promiscuous peoples in Persia. 

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Flapping

Just writing, simply writing. Your movement, flapping of the hand to the wrist to the elbow and the shoulder. You are writing with your whole arm. It seems your entire body is writing itself onto the paper. Arms and legs flapping, you are alive in the room and alive on the page.

Violent Rebirth 3

Character Idea

Time-Lapse Video Attempt

Eggplant's Nightmare

Violent Rebirth

Violent Rebirth 1

Violent Rebirth 2

Peppers in Paradise

My friend David grows peppers. He grows lots and lots of peppers, mostly of the hot n' spicy variety on his back deck. His wife Lisa affectionately calls him “The Pepper Pusher” because when guests visit his jungle-like porch stuffed with plants, he invariably urges them to “try it – just try it!” Those who do not know much about Dave’s peppers are the foolish ones – they actually accept, and taste, a small piece of a red-hot nightshade. Lisa tries her best to urge these innocents against it but usually fails. The screen door from the house to the deck suffers the worst of these episodes. Picture the classic image from an old Warner Brothers’ cartoon: the character who just crashed through the wall has left a perfect silhouette outline of his body. Poor little screen! Dave merely snickers and smiles.

This summer, the ecotarium has proven to be a bit overwhelming even for The Pusher himself. Dave made the heart-wrenching decision to put up a few of his babies for adoption. I am now the proud foster mom of a beautiful chili pepper plant :-) Of what variety, I don’t know but they sure are purty! While I do enjoy the dangerous heat of a chili or habanero, I’m not so sure if I’ll be eating these guys, however. We’ll see…

I thought it might be nice to send Dave a photograph of his children in their new home. The image of the little hotties in their suburban backyard didn’t carry the message I wanted to send to their Dad. So, I placed them in a more exotic environment a la Photoshop. Chili Peppers in Paradise! (Hmm...sounds like a song, sung to the tune of "Cheeseburger in Paradise") Sorry, couldn't help myself.

Tribal Head

Last night, I had some fun doodlin' and doodlin' with my new 10-pack of Sharpies. When the page was about full, I noticed this sort-of "tribal head" had emerged, completely randomly. So I added a wee bit to the "nose" and "mouth" areas and voila! Ready for the dance. Or sumthin' like that...maybe.

Paraskevidekatriaphobia!

Happy Friday The 13^th! What, not so happy for you? Are you one of the thousands of people across the globe stricken with Paraskevidekatriaphobia? I didn’t make up the word; it really exists. It means “the irrational fear of Friday the thirteenth." Apparently, once you learn how to pronounce the word you’re cured! So get practicin’!

Pig (Part 2)

It seemed the weightless movements of this pig in the air was the only motion in the classroom. I must have been staring at the floor from the shelter of my cap’s brim for quite some time because when I looked up again, the spectacle had changed.

Pig

A life-size molded acrylic pig hovered inches above our heads. Its technicolor pink gave the naive form a humorous tone but no one was smiling. The swine’s mouth was open – would it vomit or scream? Its blank expression suggested neither but I wasn’t sure.

Have a Good Laugh

...and I laughed out loud when I watched this three-minute comedy sketch, "BP Spills Coffee". Very, very funny; well-produced, and smart. Alas, I also wanted to cry. But if you need a good laugh in spite of all the madness around us, take a look. It will be 3 minutes well spent :-)

BP Spills Coffee	UCBcomedy.com
Watch more comedy videos from the twisted minds of the UCB Theatre at UCBcomedy.com

If My Blog Was a Dog

Yes, I’m beginning to grasp at straws. But when the The Funk wraps its black-gloved hands around my neck and chokes the breath out of me, I must use whatever means necessary to…to…produce something.

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If my blog was a dog, life would be different – my life, of course. Not yours, silly. Yes! I’d be inspired by…the Adorable, Irresistible, Cute and Ever-faithful Bloggie Woggie!

Boston Harbor Cruise

Taken with my iPhone using an app called Pano. Nice :-)

Blog? What Blog?

So, why haven’t I written on my blog in three weeks? Following are the top five excuses – er – reasons why I haven’t blogged.

5. I stubbed my thumb reaching for my coffee mug so I can't hold a pen nor reach the space bar, thus making it impossible to write or type a coherent post.  

4. YouTube videos are just too much fun. 

3. I have been diagnosed with a not-so-rare disease called "Procrastinatis Avoidus Resistitus" 

2. My brain is sore so I'm giving it bed rest and heavy meds. 

1. No one named Uncle Frankie is forcing me to blog.

Okay, so none of the above are entirely true. (Except for maybe the diagnosis). I’ve been occupied with some time-consuming freelance work which is a good thing, buh-lieve me, but I haven’t had much “free” time. Or I haven’t made the time, as they say. Really, it’s all about balance. Balance is what I seek and balance shall be the topic of my next post. (Stay tuned.)

Meanwhile, if someone could tip Uncle Frankie about my aforementioned disease, I just might recover from the stubbed thumb, rise out of bed, get off the meds, tune-out YouTube and…write?