I am a neophyte blogger. I have tried to start a journal many a time and my record is, I believe, three days. Classy, I know. I pretentiously say that my sketchbooks act as my journal. To a degree that is true, they are a hold all for whatever passes my way, but they are not a thought out written composition. I can usually translate them, but sometimes I have absolutely no clue what I was trying to draw, write, decode, decrypt, send to aliens with light signals in my OWN sketchbooks, so I am completely full of it to say that they are journals. They are records of markings of some nature and some level of worth or value. (I am having so much fun drawing/designing in my sketchbooks that I normally have 1-3 in my pocketbook that is now resembling a kitchen sink or tractor trailer. I thought I had lost one somewhere and began to panic. Of course it was unerneath a pile of papers next to my computer. typical!)
I start out each day with these thoughts: what adventures will I have and gems I will find to pass along to the interweb and anyone besides myself who actually reads this! I pick up some amazing ones. Like yesterday, I ran into Edward Scissorhands, who does not like to be photographed, but had made two lassie's to make sure I reached home after my adventures. I saw Santa take Christmas away from some poor souls who lost their Christmas decorations on 95 south of Baltimore, I heard a neighbor talking about freeze dried goats milk with cannabis as a pet food additive to calm restless pups, I saw what looked like a wrapped up severed limb in situ art installation, a ped-xing that was inviting me to go home with him/her/it/they (please figure out the correct pronouns soon! or wait, let's just use him/her!), to name a few. By the time I wrap my day up I am so full of these awful, strange, wonderful, bizarre, breathtaking moments that I am too tired to write about them in a manner that does them justice. And yet a part of me feels that their authenticity demands on the spot reporting. "Recording live from Highway 15, Just saw a hand covered with scissors dissapear around a hedge leaving a trail of branches.... a fog of felted wool is coming up from the west... demolition has begun on that new pair of shoes from SPCA Rummage.
I am writing this as I begin the day. Already I found a boon of inexpensive photography equipment to aide me in helping Möbius Keramikk's wares be ready for the close up. The agenda is flexible and exciting. Last time my friend and I did this in DC we ended up at the National Zoo saying hi to Lao Lao the new baby panda. Where will we end up today? Mars? Florida? Norway? Stay tuned. if the transmitter (my little fingers) aren't too tired they will be reported later tonight (or perhaps tomorrow morning before heading back to the land of cville).