Archive for June, 2008


Stress relief

June 27, 2008

I finally got back to painting this weekend. This is the first oil painting I’ve done that isn’t a portrait. I haven’t had time to paint since last August. Didn’t realize how long it’s been. I sort of stumbled along as I painted this, remembering how to handle the paint… I started of just mixing the paints, no direction, no composition in mind. I wasn’t happy with it in the beginning, so I left it alone for a couple of days. I punched in the colors a bit yesterday and moved things around. I like it a little better today, so I thought I’d share it. The composition is lacking, I did capture the light and the perspective is a little bit off. Granted I am my worst critic. Getting back to painting is doing wonders for my state of mind. I can forget the drudgery of everyday life, the stress of trying to survive in an escalating economic crisis. However, they don’t call them “starving artists” without a reason. So back to real work I go.


Summer fling

June 24, 2008

We’ve hit summer. The beginning of summer hit hard and hot. We were clearing the high 90’s in no time flat. The past week we’ve broken the 100’s…and so summer begins. To celebrate the heat, we prayed for rain and had a block party in the neighborhood. It started off with 3 houses, everybody bringing something to eat and your favorite selection of booze. It ended it with 8 houses participating, moved from one backyard to the frontyard, on someone’s driveway. It was a success, with all the neighbors getting to know each other and whose spouse belonged to whom, what everyone did, everyone clearly wasted or almost there, poker in the garage, yaeger bombs, and midnight soccer in the street between parked cars.

Of course there were the usual expected mishaps, spouses bickering, debates flairing, moms whining about kids, wives belittling husbands, someone ultimately getting soaked with liquid and of course the typical stubbed toe. One thing I did notice, I was getting too old for these shenanigans. I felt like an outsider, looking in, remembering when I thought this was sooo cool to do. I must have lost my sense of humor or grown enough white hair to assume I’ve matured in the last few months. I drank my usual (enough for a good buzz), played a little poker, got bored and said my goodnights to the group by 10:30 pm. How sad is that?



June 18, 2008

…if at first you don’t succeed, try farting first…


this is war…

June 8, 2008

This is all out war on my staff. It started with little things. First I couldn’t reach the binders for SOPs (standard operating procedures). They have them placed on high shelves where I would need a step ladder not just a stool to reach them. I moved them to a lower shelf. Every morning they would end up back on the high shelves. Then the swivel chair I used I would lower so that my feet touched the floor. Everytime I got up and left, when I got back the darn chair would be chest high again. My staff are a group of men, all ex-military from the airforce, navy and the army. My dry erase board that I put the schedule on would have caricature all over it everyday, my soda would disappear from the refrigerator, the communication log would disappear when I needed it and would mysteriously appear at the end of the day. Yesterday they had a body outlined in tape on the floor and would tell anybody who passed that this was their boss. I’m declaring war on these guys. I got whiff of a rumor that they’re planning to rearrange my office. I’m going to work in the middle of the night and lowering all their counters to knee level, taking the ball out of the mouse on their computers and wrapping their chairs in plastic wrap. I’m not taking this lightly. All ideas and suggestions are welcome.