I moved twenty feet over to the right, and my laptop went from a very low strength internet signal to an excellent one. Where you position your laptop is important.
I ran into Hector, and he said, "You going to the game?"
"No, I'm going to the cafe to write."
I worked with Hector at the ballpark. I would much rather be here at the cafe and write.
I quit. I am done working at the ballpark. I never want to do that job ever again.
Anyway, it was fun seeing Elvis Christ get arrested with his dopey drugged out and drunken look on his face. His friend Justin is so dumb, he didn't help Elvis move away from the area where he has a restraining order.
Justin was a crazy drunken mess last night, drinking in front of the bar. He's been told a hundred times not to have open containers of alcohol there. He never listens.
Anyway, it was a good night. I made $40 making napkin art. I met a nice lady. Her husband was there, too. They were in town from Marin. They were staying in a hotel, so they didn't have to worry about the drive home.
Yeah, there is a football game today. I don't want to be a vendor anymore. It is a crappy job. I would rather write than run around selling over-priced crap.
Anyway, I got some good tunes, some hot coffee, Crosby, Stills, and Nash harmonizing on the last day of 2011. What a crazy year it's been.
Anyhow, I survived. I am still alive. That is a good thing.
Jamming out on a keyboard is awesome. It is an external USB separate from my laptop. It feels more like a typewriter. Plus it looks cool.
Marco is going to the Haight-Ashbury to go play some music. He does pretty good out there. People come from all over the world to see that area, and Marco provides that rock and roll blues thing.
They used to come to the bar where I was a doorman, but I was just some Los Angeles dickhead freezing in the cold being rude to people. I eventually snapped at that job, but that is another story, and not really all that fun.
I got home and I was pretty happy, and I worked on blogs, played Clone Wars and Lotro, and just chilled out. I love coming home from the bar and turning the computer on.
So anyway, here I am at the cafe. It is a beautiful day, and I got the whole day ahead of me. Also, I managed to pay my rent, so that was good. Now I have to pay rent again.
Yeah, the lady was real nice. She dropped two twenties my way. She also gave me a wet, intimate kiss with her husband sitting on the other side of her. I wonder if she will stroll into town again, this time unencumbered by husband? That would be funny.
Some other couple now has an open marriage. I guess the man wanted it all. I'm sure the wife just wants to bail on that scene when she can do it financially.
Wow, I could be here having the time of my life, or I could be working. I am always glad to see Hector, but he reminded me of my old job too much this morning. I want to be thinking of other things.
Youtube is awesome for replays of Howard Stern. There is this incredible uploader named Shane. I found a seven hour Best of Stern 2011 video. I let it run for six hours straight while I slept. I woke up listening to that. I love it. The Stern show has brought much happiness to my life over the years. I just like the sound of Howard and Robyn together. It is good that they are often funny.
Life is good if I can figure out how to live it now. I guess I am still trying to figure out how to be successful.
The problem with Hollywood is that I am an artist. I want to do everything myself. I don't want to be stuck doing just one thing. I want to do it all creatively. I need a bankroll, though. Damn.
Anyway, I brought a painting here today so I could have some company. I never know if someone will want to buy a painting. I've sold them at times I've least expected it.
My friend finally got a job. He did the 'I will work for free until you put me on the payroll'. He stuck it out for four months giving them a lot of free labor. It is for the exact thing he wanted to do, and he really loves his job. I'm proud of him.
Anyway, I am completely out of it. A little cloudy in my head from last night.
Women like to read. I will give them something to read.
So that is where I am right now. I'm going out to have a cigarette. I wish I could just light up here, though, that would be rad, just like in the old days. Then I wouldn't have to stand outside and have cops give me dirty, filthy looks of disapproval.
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I just saw the big titted Indian girl go in to her building across the street. She looks good to me. She has a good booty, too.
She was carrying some black nightclub shoes.
Nadjat is the star of this cafe. She is really fast in serving coffee. She cuts through a long line of people really fast.
I like what Howard Stern does. He delivers a lot of crap, but he also cuts through a lot of crap in Hollywood, and gets people to talk.
I like jamming out on my keyboard. The words sound like music to me.
They are playing a classical piece of music right now. I like it because I can hear myself think.
I think I would rather be sitting here typing than practicing a musical instrument.
I like being The Napkin Art Guy at the bar. It is fun. I have a good time. Plus, it works real good. People like to see the art made right in front of them.
I like what I do on the napkins, because I combine both text and imagery.
That would be cool if someday I have collectors of my napkin art pieces. You never know what can happen in this world.
My dwarf Daktharr is level 23 in Lotro, and I'm pretty happy just guiding him on grinding kills against wraiths, killing them over and over again. When I am drunk or hungover, I like to engage myself in mindless activity until I can start to think again.
I am having fun still on 'Clone Wars Adventures', though the kids are starting to wear me down. They are a lot of work.
Talking of work, there was this 40 year old guy wearing a Wolverine shirt, and he was a real loud-mouthed dick asshole, and he didn't even know it. With a history of amphetimines, he was lucky he was a good looking guy. But he had this brazen, loud British accent going for him, and he kept touching people, and putting his hands on people as he was talking to them.
He did not like when I treated him the same way he was treating everybody else. He called me an idiot, and then later shook my hand. I had told him to go home and take a nap. He was all wound up.
I don't want to talk about him anymore. I hope he leaves my memory as soon as possible.
I was going through my photos last night, and, I have a lot. I still have photo animations I have never gotten around to.
Man, I have a lot of work to do with the blogs and the video making, and you know what? I'm going to put it all up on the web. It will take me a while, but I am going to do it.
I am going to show the world that I can do something after all, and maybe, just maybe, I can get paid for it. For that, I have to be good, damn good, and real good. I have to show that I am better than the pack. That is not going to be easy. It is a long road to the top of that mountain.
But yeah, at some point during art school, I wanted to graduate with both an art and a writing portfolio in hand. I've never accomplished that.
Now I can think on my feet, and do the blog thing, which automatically makes my words look at least somewhat organized, and I can put my art up until Kingdom Come. I love it.
The coffee is good and hot here. I like it. I am addicted to their coffee.
I don't even care if people look over my shoulder today, I am in a good mood.
There is the sound of the police siren. I hate people who imitate that sound. It is bad enough with the police car making that sound without some dickhead mocking the sound. It is so pedestrian of them, and makes it seem that what actually happens on the street is important, and I don't think it is. In this town, and in L.A. it is waaaaayyyy more about what happens behind closed doors. That is where the action is, and where the deals are made, to the value of millions of dollars. $20 transactions on the street, or a fight I could give a duck about.
Anyway, it is going to be a good day. I am going to sing all day long. I will celebrate to some extent the beauty of my life. That sounds good to me.
Hey. Enjoy life while you can is all I can say. Moments are so fleeting, and they disappear, and all you got are memories that seem as alive as when they happened. New moments come, and the brain filters out automatically what it wants to remember. Yes, the brain has an auto-filter function.
I often have memories that are triggered by the events of the day. At this point, though, there is a lot that I want to forget.
I have been having promptings to start writing about Bountiful High. It is situated about twenty miles north of Salt Lake City. I had some pretty good times there, but, honestly, those years were filled with a lot of sadness and loneliness. I was one of the loneliest people at that school. I didn't mesh in too well. The school was very white, and 90% Mormon. There were a lot people who liked to party. My class was filled with jocks. I think the class beneath ours was filled with more kids into music. They were cooler than us. We sucked in a way. I don't know what everybody does for jobs that came out of that school, and I don't know who died.
Some guy was talking loud on his GD phone, and I lost my train of thought. His voice filled the whole cafe. God, it is so annoying.
I was never cut out for Hollywood. I had no business being there. I had no plans to work in the industry. I didn't want to do it. I just wanted to make art, and that was about it. I wanted to do my thing. I was living some kind of fantasy life, and then I ended up washing dishes for four years, and that sucked ass.
I went a little crazy, too in L.A., but that is a different story. I will write about those years at some point. Well, I actually went craziest after my first year in San Francisco. If I ever write that story, it will be a tale of paranoia.
My mind was flooded with expanding art ideas and lofty thoughts, and I was not very secure in my living situation, so I mentally slipped until I could figure things out again.
Going to SFAI was a very intense experience. I still owe them a *hitload of money, so I am going to have to figure that one out pretty damn soon.
It would be cool if somebody bought my painting, but I know that a lot of people in this area don't have a lot of money. It is just how it goes. I have had some sales, but not many. Anyway, it is good to have my painting with me to keep me company, and at least it advertises that I am a painter. Every little bit helps, you know. You never know what can happen in this world, or who will walk in and out of your life.
Yeah, it would be cool to write about Hollywood, and my experiences there. Sadly, I had a lot of problems with my oldest brother there, so that tainted a lot of my experiences. Now he claims he has ADD. It explains a lot, like forgetting to look at parking signs. He got a lot of parking tickets. But a lot of what he did involved choices that had nothing to do with ADD. He just wanted to be that way. He didn't like to work much, or hold down a job. He just wanted to coast down easy street, but life doesn't work that way. You have to work your ass off.
What is the name of that book by Nathaniel West about Hollywood? 'Day of The Locust' I think. It is a good book, and very well-written. They made a movie about that. I still haven't seen it yet. I would like to. Maybe a sample is on youtube. I haven't thought about Nathaniel West in a long time. He died young from a car crash or something. I'll have to look it up when I have time.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nathaniel_West
There you go. I only recently discovered how to put links on my blog entries. I am glad, because it is a real useful tool, and makes it easy for people.
Wow, you know what? That Nathaniel West link I just gave you is good reading. I did not know that Jews were not allowed in fraternities. Damn rascist Americans. Anyway, give the link a try. It was fascinating to read about him.
Nathaniel didn't sell a lot of books during his lifetime.
Now I get to deal with the sounds of a skateboarder outside, and I'm trying to think about Nathaniel West. Always something, huh?
So, is literature, the written word, more important than art? I don't know. I can't figure it out, so I write and draw to solve the problem. One is not any more important than the other. It is all part of The Universe that flows within you.
Yes, I will eventually write at length about my Hollywood days. There is a lot to tell, I suppose. We'll see what happens.
A girl sat on the left of me, and I have a different vibe now, so maybe it is a good time to end this piece.
Just think, I could be at the ballpark doing my vending job for a college football game, or I could be here writing and thinking about the works of Nathaniel West. What would you rather do? Hang out, drink coffee, write, and look at chicks or run around like a chicken with its head cut-off selling cotton candy?
Damn, I have to make my life not suck asap...lol.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Friday, December 30, 2011
The Comfortable Chair
The Coffee Spill
"That's okay, maybe it was a sign that my body didn't need that much coffee, so I'll take it for what it is."
With that, we finished up our conversation.
The Death of Stacey
All of a sudden, Stacey had an image flash into her head. She did not know why.
It was of a doll hanging from a green piano keyboard. It made no sense to her at the time.
"Let's Go For A Ride, Stacey"
"Okay," said Stacey.
"It will be a good time. We can drive around the city for a bit, and look at the sights."
"That sounds really wonderful," replied Stacey.
By this time, Stacey was really excited to be in Johnny's car. It thrilled her, especially in a car that was vintage. Everybody would see her, and she would appear to her friends as cool, which was as important to her, as being with Johnny himself.
He had combed back hair, and wore a clean, white t-shirt. She really liked him because he reminded her of her father.
He was a man's man.
He certainly had good taste when it came to cars. She liked that. She liked the muscle of the old cars, and the sound of the engine.
Johnny was having an influence on her that she would not soon forget.
She was starting to see the uselessness of electronic portable devices. She was beginning to see that real contact with real humans was so much better.
Johnny didn't like girls who said, "Oh my god," so she was trying not to say that. She began to realize that she just said it automatically, without thinking.
Johnny wanted her to think more.
She was starting to see this was a good idea, instead of just being swept by the tides of fashion all the time.
She liked Johnny. He made her feel alive. She liked that.
"Baby, we're gonna drive until sundown, and then find a place to have a picnic."
"That sounds real nice, Johnny."
Get on the horse and ride it until dawn...
Man, it is 11 a.m., and we were having a full on conversation about Star Trek, and then I pulled out my communicator toy, which is a replica from the original series, and the guy talking about Star Trek was O-O "Wow..hahahahaha.."
Then he was just going off about how he woke up, and his wife of 23 years told him he had a strange look on his face.
"Honey, you had better go for a walk and get some coffee."
Anyway, I am here at the cafe. It is another day. It is pretty early for long talks. It is like last night is still going on.
Man, if I could only figure out what to do with my Viking friend who has a great way of speaking. I'm just going to have to record him, and put samples of his speech on youtube. There is no one else like him. Who else can talk about saprolings at length? No one, I tell you, no one.
Anyway, it is Friday.
I've been through a lot lately, and still a primary concern is making a living. This freelance stuff I've been doing is for the birds.
Lots of activity at the cafe today, my word. It is Friday, and tomorrow is New Year's, and The Hell of Christmas is over, so I guess people are all excited.
Thank god I have rent money, but the way I am living is no good. I gotta fix that a.s.a.p.
The energy today is intense and lively. I have to admit that I am a little hung-over. My mind is ready to start the day, but my body isn't.
The caricaturist at Specs was doing some good work last night, the best I have ever seen him do. He is kind of a bone head, but his mind is geared to that work. I wonder how much he makes on each one? He uses good materials, and he is professional at what he does. He went to the Art Academy, I think.
I just make napkin drawings with a ball-point pen, and I call it a day. I have to do better, or do I? I have no idea what I should do or not do at this point.
Anyway, I got friends at the bar, at the coffee shop, I got a couple of brothers I talk to...I don't feel alone. I live in a pretty active city where there aren't enough jobs for people, and I need work. I wonder who will pay for what I do, though? All I know is I am going to have to step up my cafe.
I saw a young, pretty, and very skinny skinny girl today on the way to the cafe. She wore those skin hugging leggings. A lot of women don't even bother with any kind of a skirt. They just wear those form-fitting leggings that hug the ass and everything else. I am quite pleased with this fashion trend. They are close as they can get to being naked. Only a millimeter of stretch material separates them from being completely naked, and I love it.
People gaze at my screen from time to time. It is annoying, and then I look at them, which must also be annoying. But I am silent, and I have to listen to them talk, and that is annoying, too.
We got some good, classical music today. It is good to write to.
So I don't know what to do about my friend. He needs someone around with a laptop at all times so they can write what he says or record him. That is a big job. Then to make sense of his stories would not be easy. All I can do as a writer is just try to remember what he says.
My other friend doesn't always talk a lot, so it is not always easy to get words out of him, and he isn't even the only person I know like that. I sure know how to pick them.
The Viking has a lot of work to do if he is to realize his stories. I asked him if he was writing, and he said he used to do it more. Maybe just recording him from time to time is the way.
We had a full fifteen minute conversation today, and what do I do with that? I would have liked to have recorded the whole thing, but instead, the conversation is gone forever. It is a shame, sometimes. To ask anybody to record them means that they suddenly become aware of the recording device, and that changes everything.
I am kind of out of it today, and I certainly have my work cut out for me.
At least I got coffee, and that is a good thing.
I am approaching a hundred entries on this blog, and that means I am just getting started.
I can't wait to see the drunken videos I made at three in the morning. I hope they are good enough to put up.
It is going to be one of those days, and I got a lot of work ahead of me. I got Magic cards to tape up, a room to clean so I can walk. I got art to make, a canvas to buy, and cafes and bars to go to. I have drawings of people to do, and I have work that involves getting my art and writing out there.
What I like about the blogs is I can finally start assembling all the books that I ever wanted to write. I can finally put them in a good form, which isn't just my typing on a page.
I feel so uncomfortable sitting next to this bland couple. I can't stand to listen to them talk as I am trying to write. It sounds like kind of a yuppie conversation, and it is hard for me to care. True, they are not talking about what they are going to buy at IKEA, but they may as well be.
I can't wait for this couple on the left to me. They seem so lifeless. They don't do anything for me. The two girls talking behind me don't bother me too much. They talk is lively and happy, I don't seem to mind it.
There is a girl on the right and she is cute and writing on her laptop, so she doesn't bother me, either.
Man, what a life it all is.
One thing is for certain, and that is, to make anything happen in this world, you have to DO THE WORK. You have to put your labor and time in, and even then, hardly anyone will care.
Thank god the couple left. So devoid of life, the girl had to nosily look at what I was typing. So annoying, as if a piece of my soul suddenly departed. I feel her lifeless clammy skin, and what it must be like to be her. Just a passenger on a boat, like what a lot of people are.
Not me, I want to steer the boat, I want to get on the horse and ride it until the dawn.
I am starting to like The Viking Philosophy. Rape, pillage, plunder, and increase your fortune for fame and glory. Naked Valkryies by my side with big, heaving breasts, large cups and horns filled with mead, braided hair, and large legs of meat. That sounds good to eat dinner on a mammoth wooden table with all of your friends. Death is a glorious passage to Valhalla if you died in battle. It sounds good. I want to start applying these ideas. I've tried everything else, so why the f not?
Like I said before, I got my work cut out for me. I had better get started.
One more thing. The constant usage of the phrase 'oh my god' is starting to really annoy me. Is there no other phrase in The Universe to use?
Then he was just going off about how he woke up, and his wife of 23 years told him he had a strange look on his face.
"Honey, you had better go for a walk and get some coffee."
Anyway, I am here at the cafe. It is another day. It is pretty early for long talks. It is like last night is still going on.
Man, if I could only figure out what to do with my Viking friend who has a great way of speaking. I'm just going to have to record him, and put samples of his speech on youtube. There is no one else like him. Who else can talk about saprolings at length? No one, I tell you, no one.
Anyway, it is Friday.
I've been through a lot lately, and still a primary concern is making a living. This freelance stuff I've been doing is for the birds.
Lots of activity at the cafe today, my word. It is Friday, and tomorrow is New Year's, and The Hell of Christmas is over, so I guess people are all excited.
Thank god I have rent money, but the way I am living is no good. I gotta fix that a.s.a.p.
The energy today is intense and lively. I have to admit that I am a little hung-over. My mind is ready to start the day, but my body isn't.
The caricaturist at Specs was doing some good work last night, the best I have ever seen him do. He is kind of a bone head, but his mind is geared to that work. I wonder how much he makes on each one? He uses good materials, and he is professional at what he does. He went to the Art Academy, I think.
I just make napkin drawings with a ball-point pen, and I call it a day. I have to do better, or do I? I have no idea what I should do or not do at this point.
Anyway, I got friends at the bar, at the coffee shop, I got a couple of brothers I talk to...I don't feel alone. I live in a pretty active city where there aren't enough jobs for people, and I need work. I wonder who will pay for what I do, though? All I know is I am going to have to step up my cafe.
I saw a young, pretty, and very skinny skinny girl today on the way to the cafe. She wore those skin hugging leggings. A lot of women don't even bother with any kind of a skirt. They just wear those form-fitting leggings that hug the ass and everything else. I am quite pleased with this fashion trend. They are close as they can get to being naked. Only a millimeter of stretch material separates them from being completely naked, and I love it.
People gaze at my screen from time to time. It is annoying, and then I look at them, which must also be annoying. But I am silent, and I have to listen to them talk, and that is annoying, too.
We got some good, classical music today. It is good to write to.
So I don't know what to do about my friend. He needs someone around with a laptop at all times so they can write what he says or record him. That is a big job. Then to make sense of his stories would not be easy. All I can do as a writer is just try to remember what he says.
My other friend doesn't always talk a lot, so it is not always easy to get words out of him, and he isn't even the only person I know like that. I sure know how to pick them.
The Viking has a lot of work to do if he is to realize his stories. I asked him if he was writing, and he said he used to do it more. Maybe just recording him from time to time is the way.
We had a full fifteen minute conversation today, and what do I do with that? I would have liked to have recorded the whole thing, but instead, the conversation is gone forever. It is a shame, sometimes. To ask anybody to record them means that they suddenly become aware of the recording device, and that changes everything.
I am kind of out of it today, and I certainly have my work cut out for me.
At least I got coffee, and that is a good thing.
I am approaching a hundred entries on this blog, and that means I am just getting started.
I can't wait to see the drunken videos I made at three in the morning. I hope they are good enough to put up.
It is going to be one of those days, and I got a lot of work ahead of me. I got Magic cards to tape up, a room to clean so I can walk. I got art to make, a canvas to buy, and cafes and bars to go to. I have drawings of people to do, and I have work that involves getting my art and writing out there.
What I like about the blogs is I can finally start assembling all the books that I ever wanted to write. I can finally put them in a good form, which isn't just my typing on a page.
I feel so uncomfortable sitting next to this bland couple. I can't stand to listen to them talk as I am trying to write. It sounds like kind of a yuppie conversation, and it is hard for me to care. True, they are not talking about what they are going to buy at IKEA, but they may as well be.
I can't wait for this couple on the left to me. They seem so lifeless. They don't do anything for me. The two girls talking behind me don't bother me too much. They talk is lively and happy, I don't seem to mind it.
There is a girl on the right and she is cute and writing on her laptop, so she doesn't bother me, either.
Man, what a life it all is.
One thing is for certain, and that is, to make anything happen in this world, you have to DO THE WORK. You have to put your labor and time in, and even then, hardly anyone will care.
Thank god the couple left. So devoid of life, the girl had to nosily look at what I was typing. So annoying, as if a piece of my soul suddenly departed. I feel her lifeless clammy skin, and what it must be like to be her. Just a passenger on a boat, like what a lot of people are.
Not me, I want to steer the boat, I want to get on the horse and ride it until the dawn.
I am starting to like The Viking Philosophy. Rape, pillage, plunder, and increase your fortune for fame and glory. Naked Valkryies by my side with big, heaving breasts, large cups and horns filled with mead, braided hair, and large legs of meat. That sounds good to eat dinner on a mammoth wooden table with all of your friends. Death is a glorious passage to Valhalla if you died in battle. It sounds good. I want to start applying these ideas. I've tried everything else, so why the f not?
Like I said before, I got my work cut out for me. I had better get started.
One more thing. The constant usage of the phrase 'oh my god' is starting to really annoy me. Is there no other phrase in The Universe to use?
Thursday, December 29, 2011
The Guardians of The Garden
This is my second most popular blog, behind 'DavidLovins67 Underground Emporium' which is blog with an intended audience for people aged 18 and over.
This blog is more for a general audience, and therefore has a lot less swearing, and I don't talk about sex things as much. I restrain myself, because kids might be reading, which I highly doubt anyway. Kids are busy playing video games. They don't read text-heavy blogs.
Uh oh...it looks like some old man is going to sit at the table to the right of me. What a drag. The whole cafe is empty, and he has to sit right next to me. Geez.
Anyway, it is nice to have a blogging day. I haven't had one of those for three days.
It's been interesting to work with my other blog, which has over 7600 hits now, and to see people from all over the world reading it, or at least clicking on my stuff. I don't know if they read it or not, or if it is automated bots. It's all the same to me.
Never having blogged before, or taking blogs seriously, well, it's been kind of an adventure. I'm in uncharted regions. I don't know what will happen, except I will keep writing, and I will see what happens.
I know some people are making a living blogging now. That sounds nice. I wonder how many hits they have to get? I have no idea. And I also don't know why people would read blogs instead of doing other things on the web. People might like to read blogs on their portable electronic devices, though. They can't always watch videos on those, but I am guessing they like to read blogs. All I know is something is happening with all of my written material. I look at my stats all the time, and there is definitely activity. Something is happening, little by little. This can only be a good thing for me.
I am approaching one-hundred entries on this blog. I am pretty excited about that.
You know what? I have done my research, and I have discovered that one-hundred entries on a blog is not enough. Once you reach that point, you are just getting started, my friend. Trust me, this is true. Plan on doing a thousand entries, even ten-thousand. All you need is one big-hit blog entry with hits that go through the roof. The first blog entries you write are just to establish your territory. It takes a while for your blog entries to come up in searches. Expect a year to go by before your blog to even gain any kind of momentum. However, once you do the work, it is on the web forever, and that is a good thing. Always go through your material, and try to improve it.
Luckily, with blogs, you can edit anytime, so take advantage of this feature. Give people your best work, at all times, if you can. Take it to the nth. Do as good as you can. Entertain people, and make them happy, and you will be rewarded. They will keep coming back for more.
I am the kind of person that is doing it the old-fashioned way. I don't have it in my soul to advertise or promote. I can't do it. My job is to write and create the material, and if anybody likes it fine. If they don't, there is nothing I can do about it, anyhow.
I am not Earnest Hemingway. I am not a professional writer. I do the best I can with what I got, and if you can accept that, then that is cool with me.
One thing I try to do is to be brutally honest. I have nothing to lose from this. It is scary at times to open your soul to people, and to put it on the line every day, but that is my job to do that. I am an artist, that is what I do, and I am starting to figure out that it doesn't matter if it is with paint or words, it is all the same. I am exploiting my own personal experiences for profit and gain, so I might as well give people the good stuff. Like I said, I have nothing to lose.
It's been a chilly day. The door is open, so the cold air gets blown in. It definitely keeps me awake and alert. This is why this cafe is my blogging location of choice.
When I woke up this morning, and on the computer, the last thing I am able to do is to write cohesively. It just doesn't work. I don't even know who I am at that point in the morning.
Anyway, I am at Muddy Waters on Valencia and 16th in San Francisco. It is a great place to be a writer. Nadjat will serve you up a pretty decent cup of coffee, piping hot.
I tried to have a couple of art shows here, but they somehow forgot that I was supposed to show. Ooops. I would like to show here someday, because I really like the exhibition space. I like showing in coffee shops more than galleries. I would rather have people sip on coffee and enjoy my artwork, than being in some stuffy gallery.
I've been coming here for a couple of years now.
They used to have more problems with riff-raff street people, but that has calmed down a little, thank goodness.
Hey, there are some cuties in here now. Nice. That is another reason for coming here, girls feel safe at this cafe, and they like it. Some places can make girls feel uncomfortable, especially if there are creepy guys around trying to pick up on them in the middle of the day. I do it the opposite way, I let them pick up on me, if they want. I leave it up to them. After all, they are The Guardians of the Garden.
It's odd being an American at times. I've been influenced by Europe a lot, through art and music, and to be honest....hey, I just saw a girl with an Aubrey Beardsley black and white print on the back of her jacket,...cool....where was I? Oh yeah..uh..I get a sense of The Two-Dimensional America. It is flat in concept and ideas among people. They work so much and get pretty obsessed with money. It all just doesn't quite feel right. Plus, we have a history of genocide killing off all of the natives, and America had a pretty lucrative slave trade going there for a while. Hmmm...makes you think, huh?
The girls sat at the table right behind me. They aren't talking too loud, so that is good.
There are the kind of people in a cafe or restaurant situation where they either sit by themselves, or they sit near people already there. It is a strange thing. Think about what your preferences are and why. Every once in a while, choose a place different than where you would normally sit. You'll be surprised when you break out of your routine once in a while.
Anyway, it is a nice day.
* * *
'At The Cafe' is still just a working title. I haven't come up with one that is better yet. It works and functions for my purposes.
I believe in the cafe life, though. It is where the ideas grow and blossom. The ability to hang out for many hours is a great feature of a cafe. I can see people come and go. There is definitely a beginning, middle, and end to any good cafe session.
I also get to hear people talk, and if don't hear the words exactly, I get to hear the music of their conversation as it blends with the music. It can be very pleasant.
Most of what people talk about make no sense to me, though, unless I am in the conversation.
What I am listening to now is just words and sentences, but I don't know what the context is.
I often don't know what women talk about. They are often all over the place in conversation, like an art show that features art pieces that don't correlate with each other.
* * *
I need ten million hits on this blog, before anything can happen. That is going to take a long, long time. A lot longer than it will take with videos on youtube. They just have more traffic there.
The Passive Female Thing. So I've been sitting here typing, and the four girls that were sitting at the table behind me, well, they are gone now. I guess they talked themselves out. I turned my head sharply while they were still here, and looked the blond right in the eyes. I did it with my stone face, unfriendly and unsmiling, which is the way I feel most like myself, where I am just calm. I feel best that way. Anyway, she had been looking at what I was doing. People watch what I do, they've been doing that for years, but they never say a word. It is annoying. I'm like a monkey in a zoo, and they watch me like they would a wild animal. It is all I am to them. Anyway, I get tired of The Passive Female Thing. They occupy space but they don't always activate it. It's all just a big nothing of pretty hair and shoes, talking about stuff that makes no sense to me. It's easy on the eyes, granted, but there has to be more to human life than just looking good.
Then, the old man that was near me, when he got up to leave while I was out there smoking a cigarette, I watched him look at my computer set-up with my USB external keyboard propped up by PS1 games so that the angle is more like a typewriter. He had this puzzled look on his face, and was puzzled by my technology. Also, he didn't say a word.
There is something about me that makes people do that. Looking at me, no one thinks I am capable of anything.
That is their problem.
Wow, I just caught another girl looking at my Conan book, and all the things I have here. Again, not a word.
Well, I guess I am getting attention, that is something new. I would guess that people don't know what to think of me, but they are definitely curious.
Did you know I get more looks from women when they are with a guy? That is really when girls' eyes are on the prowl. The guy is oblivious to this, because he is trying to fight off looking at other women, and the girl always gives the guy hell if he looks. She likes to have the power and be in control. The guy has to go along with it if he wants admission to the secret garden of earthly delights.
You know what? I'm going to have to go into my art studies again, going in from scratch. I will have to look at cave drawings, and look at art all through history, and try to figure out what the hell I am trying to do.
Wow, a new girl just sat down at the table to the left. She had other options, she did not have to sit right next to me, but she did. I always like to go outside and smoke, and then look to see if they look at my stuff when I am not there, to see what their curiosity is all about.
It is a different world, and my has it changed. It is all the same, but we all have so many more toys to play with, and that is nice.
I still think that a novel and a sketchbook is more than enough for anyone to carry around, but they like their portable electronic devices a lot. I can't say I blame them.
There is a beauty to chicken scratches, pencil, and pen marks, though. Art school students are privy to this.
You guys don't know what you are missing sometimes.
I watched the other day a man watching a college football game. He was in a gambling pool, and he was going to win the bet. He was happy about that.
Gambling and football, what a combination. It is a national obsession. I have a tendency that it is more about gambling, and football is just an excuse.
The girl to the left of me is now wearing a bright yellow sweater. It is really bright.
I don't know if she is the calm type, or the nervous type.
She is also wearing a nice toned-down striped blouse.
Her shoes are like genie slippers a little. They are sparkly.
Her hair is a dark red.
Her skin is a little pale, and doesn't look like she likes the sun much.
It is getting to be about that time when I have to go. It was a good session, though.
This blog is more for a general audience, and therefore has a lot less swearing, and I don't talk about sex things as much. I restrain myself, because kids might be reading, which I highly doubt anyway. Kids are busy playing video games. They don't read text-heavy blogs.
Uh oh...it looks like some old man is going to sit at the table to the right of me. What a drag. The whole cafe is empty, and he has to sit right next to me. Geez.
Anyway, it is nice to have a blogging day. I haven't had one of those for three days.
It's been interesting to work with my other blog, which has over 7600 hits now, and to see people from all over the world reading it, or at least clicking on my stuff. I don't know if they read it or not, or if it is automated bots. It's all the same to me.
Never having blogged before, or taking blogs seriously, well, it's been kind of an adventure. I'm in uncharted regions. I don't know what will happen, except I will keep writing, and I will see what happens.
I know some people are making a living blogging now. That sounds nice. I wonder how many hits they have to get? I have no idea. And I also don't know why people would read blogs instead of doing other things on the web. People might like to read blogs on their portable electronic devices, though. They can't always watch videos on those, but I am guessing they like to read blogs. All I know is something is happening with all of my written material. I look at my stats all the time, and there is definitely activity. Something is happening, little by little. This can only be a good thing for me.
I am approaching one-hundred entries on this blog. I am pretty excited about that.
You know what? I have done my research, and I have discovered that one-hundred entries on a blog is not enough. Once you reach that point, you are just getting started, my friend. Trust me, this is true. Plan on doing a thousand entries, even ten-thousand. All you need is one big-hit blog entry with hits that go through the roof. The first blog entries you write are just to establish your territory. It takes a while for your blog entries to come up in searches. Expect a year to go by before your blog to even gain any kind of momentum. However, once you do the work, it is on the web forever, and that is a good thing. Always go through your material, and try to improve it.
Luckily, with blogs, you can edit anytime, so take advantage of this feature. Give people your best work, at all times, if you can. Take it to the nth. Do as good as you can. Entertain people, and make them happy, and you will be rewarded. They will keep coming back for more.
I am the kind of person that is doing it the old-fashioned way. I don't have it in my soul to advertise or promote. I can't do it. My job is to write and create the material, and if anybody likes it fine. If they don't, there is nothing I can do about it, anyhow.
I am not Earnest Hemingway. I am not a professional writer. I do the best I can with what I got, and if you can accept that, then that is cool with me.
One thing I try to do is to be brutally honest. I have nothing to lose from this. It is scary at times to open your soul to people, and to put it on the line every day, but that is my job to do that. I am an artist, that is what I do, and I am starting to figure out that it doesn't matter if it is with paint or words, it is all the same. I am exploiting my own personal experiences for profit and gain, so I might as well give people the good stuff. Like I said, I have nothing to lose.
It's been a chilly day. The door is open, so the cold air gets blown in. It definitely keeps me awake and alert. This is why this cafe is my blogging location of choice.
When I woke up this morning, and on the computer, the last thing I am able to do is to write cohesively. It just doesn't work. I don't even know who I am at that point in the morning.
Anyway, I am at Muddy Waters on Valencia and 16th in San Francisco. It is a great place to be a writer. Nadjat will serve you up a pretty decent cup of coffee, piping hot.
I tried to have a couple of art shows here, but they somehow forgot that I was supposed to show. Ooops. I would like to show here someday, because I really like the exhibition space. I like showing in coffee shops more than galleries. I would rather have people sip on coffee and enjoy my artwork, than being in some stuffy gallery.
I've been coming here for a couple of years now.
They used to have more problems with riff-raff street people, but that has calmed down a little, thank goodness.
Hey, there are some cuties in here now. Nice. That is another reason for coming here, girls feel safe at this cafe, and they like it. Some places can make girls feel uncomfortable, especially if there are creepy guys around trying to pick up on them in the middle of the day. I do it the opposite way, I let them pick up on me, if they want. I leave it up to them. After all, they are The Guardians of the Garden.
It's odd being an American at times. I've been influenced by Europe a lot, through art and music, and to be honest....hey, I just saw a girl with an Aubrey Beardsley black and white print on the back of her jacket,...cool....where was I? Oh yeah..uh..I get a sense of The Two-Dimensional America. It is flat in concept and ideas among people. They work so much and get pretty obsessed with money. It all just doesn't quite feel right. Plus, we have a history of genocide killing off all of the natives, and America had a pretty lucrative slave trade going there for a while. Hmmm...makes you think, huh?
The girls sat at the table right behind me. They aren't talking too loud, so that is good.
There are the kind of people in a cafe or restaurant situation where they either sit by themselves, or they sit near people already there. It is a strange thing. Think about what your preferences are and why. Every once in a while, choose a place different than where you would normally sit. You'll be surprised when you break out of your routine once in a while.
Anyway, it is a nice day.
* * *
'At The Cafe' is still just a working title. I haven't come up with one that is better yet. It works and functions for my purposes.
I believe in the cafe life, though. It is where the ideas grow and blossom. The ability to hang out for many hours is a great feature of a cafe. I can see people come and go. There is definitely a beginning, middle, and end to any good cafe session.
I also get to hear people talk, and if don't hear the words exactly, I get to hear the music of their conversation as it blends with the music. It can be very pleasant.
Most of what people talk about make no sense to me, though, unless I am in the conversation.
What I am listening to now is just words and sentences, but I don't know what the context is.
I often don't know what women talk about. They are often all over the place in conversation, like an art show that features art pieces that don't correlate with each other.
* * *
I need ten million hits on this blog, before anything can happen. That is going to take a long, long time. A lot longer than it will take with videos on youtube. They just have more traffic there.
The Passive Female Thing. So I've been sitting here typing, and the four girls that were sitting at the table behind me, well, they are gone now. I guess they talked themselves out. I turned my head sharply while they were still here, and looked the blond right in the eyes. I did it with my stone face, unfriendly and unsmiling, which is the way I feel most like myself, where I am just calm. I feel best that way. Anyway, she had been looking at what I was doing. People watch what I do, they've been doing that for years, but they never say a word. It is annoying. I'm like a monkey in a zoo, and they watch me like they would a wild animal. It is all I am to them. Anyway, I get tired of The Passive Female Thing. They occupy space but they don't always activate it. It's all just a big nothing of pretty hair and shoes, talking about stuff that makes no sense to me. It's easy on the eyes, granted, but there has to be more to human life than just looking good.
Then, the old man that was near me, when he got up to leave while I was out there smoking a cigarette, I watched him look at my computer set-up with my USB external keyboard propped up by PS1 games so that the angle is more like a typewriter. He had this puzzled look on his face, and was puzzled by my technology. Also, he didn't say a word.
There is something about me that makes people do that. Looking at me, no one thinks I am capable of anything.
That is their problem.
Wow, I just caught another girl looking at my Conan book, and all the things I have here. Again, not a word.
Well, I guess I am getting attention, that is something new. I would guess that people don't know what to think of me, but they are definitely curious.
Did you know I get more looks from women when they are with a guy? That is really when girls' eyes are on the prowl. The guy is oblivious to this, because he is trying to fight off looking at other women, and the girl always gives the guy hell if he looks. She likes to have the power and be in control. The guy has to go along with it if he wants admission to the secret garden of earthly delights.
You know what? I'm going to have to go into my art studies again, going in from scratch. I will have to look at cave drawings, and look at art all through history, and try to figure out what the hell I am trying to do.
Wow, a new girl just sat down at the table to the left. She had other options, she did not have to sit right next to me, but she did. I always like to go outside and smoke, and then look to see if they look at my stuff when I am not there, to see what their curiosity is all about.
It is a different world, and my has it changed. It is all the same, but we all have so many more toys to play with, and that is nice.
I still think that a novel and a sketchbook is more than enough for anyone to carry around, but they like their portable electronic devices a lot. I can't say I blame them.
There is a beauty to chicken scratches, pencil, and pen marks, though. Art school students are privy to this.
You guys don't know what you are missing sometimes.
I watched the other day a man watching a college football game. He was in a gambling pool, and he was going to win the bet. He was happy about that.
Gambling and football, what a combination. It is a national obsession. I have a tendency that it is more about gambling, and football is just an excuse.
The girl to the left of me is now wearing a bright yellow sweater. It is really bright.
I don't know if she is the calm type, or the nervous type.
She is also wearing a nice toned-down striped blouse.
Her shoes are like genie slippers a little. They are sparkly.
Her hair is a dark red.
Her skin is a little pale, and doesn't look like she likes the sun much.
It is getting to be about that time when I have to go. It was a good session, though.
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