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More Random Photoshoppery and Deadlines

I'm not sure how most of you choose to deal with deadlines, but for me it's a mix between procrastination and bursts of manic labor. I am not consistent, though I have always been in admiration of those who are.

Anyway, I've just gotten back from the store with the two items I need most: hot glue sticks and razor blades.  I'm due for a shave. And those glue sticks are the precious ammunition I need for the Spaghetti Western.

The project's coming along in leaps and bounds, albeit staggering here and there. Sometimes it's tough getting started. I'm finding it useful to start the day by removing or changing an element that already exists on the table, rather than adding new objects. It's getting pretty tight in some places, but no longer feels like a party where no one's talking to each other. Updated pictures to follow.

Today's lunch: dinosaur-shaped pasta and meatballs in spaghetti sauce. Followed by coffee, ice cream, and curried chicken. 

Backseat Driver

As of late I've noticed some tendencies from Cocoa, mainly the need to assist whenever we are working at the computer. She's always there, guiding each action with gentle nudges. It's a bit chafing to have a backseat driver though. Even as I write this, the feline has actually managed to squeeze in behind me on the chair, and now she is slowly pushing me off with her bulk. She's made herself quite at home.

It was a different story this morning. Around 6am I realized she was trapped outside in the rain. She was pathetic, and damp to the point of soggy.

In other news, I've got a pile of e-mails to send out. That's most likely why I'm suddenly fascinated with the cat's antics.

Spaghetti Western

Here's an update for the installation that I'll be showing at Agora V later this month. It's a meaty 80"x 54" and sits about 31" off the floor. As I said before, this will be an ongoing project with more panels added over time. The name Spaghetti Western popped into my head the other night, and it stuck.

I'm having a good time working on this one, and the silly movie genre reference for a title seemed appropriate. Good times.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Machine, Machine...

 

Come to life

Cogs grind, sweat, and drip condensation

A singular drive to move

The promise of progress, that kinetic agony of motion

Somber metals screech to life

Inert, Alert

Nothing quite like seeing those rusted works in motion

 

So yes, I wrote a poem today. It's a shorty, but I didn't spend much time on it. The point is that there is much work to be done next month. Exciting, yes. The landscape piece I've been working on is going to be in an exhibition in a few weeks. I thought by submitting it to Agora V, the deadline will get me working double-time to finish.

I'm also taking courses to nab my Certified Internet Webmaster cert. A prestigious-sounding title, no doubt. It's my doorway to the next certification in line, which is Java-scripting. A less prestigious-sounding, but more insanely useful title. It's the only way I can learn the software programs I need. (action-scripting, yum!)

Once I get a working grasp of Flash software, there's also a myriad of side-projects currently on the back-burner that need some addressing. (wink, wink, Brent)

Speaking of back-burners, Jeff has stopped asking me, "How's the Manta coming along?" Are there enough hours in the day for all of this?

We're bound to find the answer to that question come November. Jeff's thrown the gauntlet down, and we're going to be participating in NaNoWriMo this year. Care to join in the tradition of procrastinating for years, and then suddenly trying to overcompensate by doing the impossible? Sure you do! Come write the great American novel... in a month. Click here.

Get to work!

Landscape Life

Nothing much to share today.

I am surrounded by a landscape that continues to reshape itself into new configurations.

The familiar and nostalgic reemerge time and again, combine with some previously unexplored terrain feature, fade into the distance.

Paradox: There is no reason to take a step in any direction because the world moves of its own accord. Or adversely, you wish to remain close to a significant landmark, in which case it is your prerogative to give chase.

Hopelessly, vigorously, I leap up a waterfall like a deranged salmon.