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I Love the Taste of Iron on Sunday written @ 2:06 PM on January 04, 2004 Here's a taste of irony: All through my life I've been a pack rat. When I was a kid, I would come home with objects that only I found interesting: colorful bottle caps, odd pieces of glass, and even the skeletal structure of a ceiling fan. Naturally, Mother hated what I, the proverbial cat, was doing--dragging stuff in (aka, becoming the captain of the dumpster diving team)-- and since those fertile days of my childhood we've engaged in a war for being clean, being organized and . . . well . . . mostly being clean. And what do I hear today? A stalemate has descended upon the war: "Do you have a couple of bricks lying around?" Ten years ago, I might have. "Do you have materials for building shelves and a platform?" Yeah, Mom, five twelve-foot 2X4s. Right in my closet. Here, lemme go get a couple dozen drywall screws from my underwear drawer, and my handy Sears-brand drill from among my socks. *rolling eyes* Obviously, she missed my memo when I made a grand announcement that I would be attempting to simplify my life and cutting down on material possessions. (Never thought you'd hear une artiste say that, eh?) *** Still, I'm always on the search for odd and interesting things. I went to the flea market yesterday with Casey and Kat and bought an interesting book called The Artist's Way: A Spiritual Guide to Higher Creativity. You'll be the first to know if I'm struck by any lightning bolt of philosophical inspiration. *** Listening to: The Lady of Shalott by Loreena McKennitt Thinking: I should not be procrastinating to clean up my set designs. Goal of the hour: Take aspirin for headache, find something constructive to do.
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