A Paradox
Archetypal Paradoxical Independent Soulful Cool Driven Artist Type.
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The Black Keys | Thickfreakness
Hold me, love me, in your arms
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Yosemite Valley Meadow
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Yosemite Falls
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My geriatric 20 year old dying kitty who had a stroke and lost use of half her face & body likes to play dead with her tongue out in the front yard to freak people out… Pretty cute!!
Life…
“There are no facts, only interpretations.”
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I feel this man was created just for me. Like out of no where the universe was like “here you go, you deserve this”. I am in awe of the ease at which we have fallen in love, even with obstacles. And now for the first time, I’m merging with another. I thought I would be more nervous than I am, but I am just so frickin excited to start the next chapter of my life. And to have him near me always. The best part about our relationship is that I don’t need to think about it. I never wonder how he is feeling, or what is going to happen. There is a distinct lack of drama, and I can focus all my attention on being the best person I can be. I am stoked by this whole mature, stable love thing.
BAY AREA ARTISTS
I’m producing a show in Marin County, Looking for some local Bay Area Artists to show for one night. June 2nd 2012. 4pm-10pm. For more info check out the Local Art Productions Website.
Lesson
I have written many blogs about my life experiences. The stories I tell are from my recollections of the situations I write about. It was recently brought to my attention that sometimes my memories of the experiences are not exactly what happened. While it was embarrassing to be called out about this, I also know that I am constantly in disagreement with my mother about her incorrect memories of past events. So I know that it is common to not remember the facts correctly when a good amount of time has passed. The lesson I have learned is not to use specific information, when unsure, especially names, in trying to recount the stories of my life.
I think the S in the sidewalk is a symbol for where the sewer is, but I like to think it is a personalized stamp guiding my way.
