Thursday December 20 2012


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I’m delegated to be a spy. While doing research on the computer I notice spider exoskeletons clumped up together in the corner behind the desk. I blow in their direction to make sure they aren’t alive.

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Waking up just before 2 p.m.

Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.

Dropping off my car at Lee Papa’s to get a new radiator support installed.

Taking care of adult things.

Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.

I got invited to this little Christmas reunion of a few people from my old church. I used to be a part of this music-discipleship program called Master’s Commission in 2006. It’s probably been at least 4 years since I’ve seen any of them. It’s over at The Capo’s house. Even though it’s drizzling a little bit we gather around a fire pit. Loren Barton tells me about all the awesome things him and his wife, Felicia, have been doing in Nashville trying to tap into the music industry. Felicia has a stellar voice and was on American Idol some time ago. It’s inspiring to see others escalating their dreams in the music world. Anytime I talk to someone who’s just one more step higher it revitalizes my motivation. I don’t just want to be a dreamer. I want to live in the dream!

Spaghetti with Onions, Green Peppers, Mushrooms, and Puttanesca Sauce. Salad and Garlic Bread.

Watching Leviathan (1989).

Anthony just scored an interesting job doing a few write-ups for Splash, a local magazine that covers bars, clubs, and venues in the area. He enters my room asking to borrow my camera and digital recorder. Tomorrow he’s got an interview with the owner of Thumbs. He mocks the personality of the guy’s voice.

Me: “That’s how you sound after you’ve lived here too long. Imagine us thirty years from now. That’s how we’ll sound.”

Anthony: “Excuse for time travel #242: to not end up talking like those guys.”

Lately, we’ve been on this kick of establishing reasons to time travel.

The internet world is filled to the brim with end-of-the-world comments and commentary. Many years ago the Mayans wrote up a calendar that concluded time on December 21 of this year. A number of people have predicted this to mean the end of the world. It’s 1:13 a.m. and I’m still sitting in my computer chair like any other night.

Suddenly I’m aroused to make something. I gather up these old toll/gas receipts from a Tokyo tour to which all of them have become discolored and sparkly. Putting on some music and spending a few hours designing a collage.

Sleep 5 a.m.

[i] What’s the Bloody Meaning? Mixed Media Collage by me.

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