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Sunday, January 13, 2008

Drawings from the past

I began scanning some of my older drawings. I mean, WAY older drawings, down to my childhood ones which my mom has held onto for so many years and then brought to me past September when she came to visit.

Many drawings I remember well making, but there are definitely a few that make me scratch my head and some I only belief I made them because I see my (then) tiny signature at the back of them.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

That’s when Sunday’s feel right.

Sleeping in late - 9:30 - is the first step to a perfect day. That Bear had to leave to go out of town isn’t usually on the menu card, but I’ve got so much planned that it’s not freaking me out too much.

Fixing some more in regards to the new server - now all links on marlyse.com should work again correctly and the missing images will be filled in once we have our old server back - felt good.

Other reasons for it been a good Sunday? The biggest part today I spent painting while outside the weather turned even colder and somber with more ice rain and iced snow, around 3 PM it had turned already so dark that lights needed to be turned on. After it was a fun CD (LRH) lecture before getting a cozy fire going and finish baking a fresh bread. Watched a cute (kids-) movie, Nanny McPhee , even played TheSims for an hour next to writing several emails before soaking in one of these fabulous foamy bubble baths. Thanks to online chat I could even talk a little with Bear, and now it’s definitely time to disappear in the pre-heated sheets of our bed, accompanied by Tricky and Xena (they never know where to sleep when Bear isn’t here), the two souls who help me not to cave in now just because my sweetie is out of town.

Thursday, January 4, 2007

How to Choose.

Too many cages closed, too many tears. Too much loneliness. Too much nothingness. Too little echo, too little cause.

Nothing worse than being between two countries, between two beliefs, between two styles of life, between two goals, between it all and all alone with the recognition that one belongs neither here nor there, that one belongs nowhere even though not deliberately chosen to be so, the heart here, the yearning there, failed power here, doubts there. A light alone into the night of nowhere and a dream and an echo of beauty and peace.

The lighthouse and the seashell.

Now isn’t that nice, I don’t have to explain a thing, take it or leave it.

Saturday, April 30, 2005

What’s the weather in Nowhere?

Uh, ooh, uh-huh, I LIKE that. Because many years ago I painted in acrylic “Nowhere: The place called Nowhere” and it’s also part of an unfinished animation of mine. and thus I have a personal attachment to that place : Macworld: Mac 911: Weather or not :“April 29, 2005 11:45 AM — By Christopher Breen : As I write this it’s six and a half hours before Tiger is unleashed in California so I can not yet speak in an official capacity about Mac OS X 10.4 (Tiger). Unofficially, however, I’m welcome to pass along an amusing Tiger tip tucked away on Apple’s website. That tip is:

When you get your copy of Tiger, launch Dashboard (pressing F12 will do it) and locate the Weather widget. Press Command and Option and click anywhere in the widget. The location will change to Nowhere and display one of the weather graphics. While holding down Command and Option continue clicking on the widget to view all the weather graphics included with the widget. Hiding and revealing Dashboard will retun the Weather widget to its previously configured location.”