Things I Throw Myself into Tuesday - Let's Play Pretend

This is a magical story, at least to me. Since I blog for me and for you, fifty percent of the people who read this blog love this story so I'm going to recap it here.

On a blog post ages ago I made a half-hearted list of things I know about me. I didn't tag it very well and it got lost in the shuffle. A few months ago a friend was trying to find the list for a bio she was writing for a wedded first grade teacher bride and death metal writing, silk screening viking groom we both love dearly. Go to art school. You meet the interesting people.

I sat down, exasperated. "I'll find it" I used the search feature on blogger and tried words I thought I'd used. She volunteered "the best thing on that list was that thing you said about always using an ! when you write Panic! At the Disco." So I tried that. I think blogger was just being a bitch -- see the list ;)

One of the things I like best about She Sure is Sketchy is how it dominates Google. OK, maybe that's a not quite true statement... but man, we pop up in the weirdest places. I get traffic from google all the live long day. Case in point: If you're looking for pink grasshoppers you're probably going to find me first.

I got the thought that I would google that Panic! At the Disco sentence and find the post THAT way. So I did. I DID find the post that way! However in the greatest twofur of the year, I was also introduced to Lissy Elle, who feels the same way I do about important things - like punctuation and fairy dust.

She remains way high up there on the list I am always making of the most important women on the web. I love her for her unfenced imagination, her risky behavior, the faults that only she sees in her work, her love of sheet forts, her youth and that other thing, that people who 'get it' have. Most importantly I love her for living an unguarded life on the web. I've been getting a lot of heat for that lately. I am thrilled that she knows that hiding your talent and being scared to share your art for fear of thievery is wrong. Solidarity sister.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/lissyl/

Consider yourself forever changed.

P.S. I know it is Wednesday, but I FORGOT. GAWD the difference a holiday makes. I am hoping I can forget all over again and that at the end of the day on "Thursday" I will realize IT IS FRIDAY and I don't have to come back to job-job for two whole days.

Things I Throw Myself in to Tuesday

Oh yeah, it is.

Things I Throw Myself in to Tuesday

or how I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb.

"There were three times in the month of March where I needed an egg or two. When I bake I want it to be spectacular-spectacular. Cooking's just another creative extension. At any rate, and for no reason I have to explain, I needed an egg or two. I didn't need a huge carton of eggs, I just needed a few, and a half dozen a week would more than do.

I'd shlep to the shops. I'd find that once again, in my hippy Brooklyn-town, free range/non hormone/anti-chemical/vegetarian chicken eggs were so popular that they'd be sold out. I'd ask when there would be more. Some market guy would shrug. I'd put off the spectacular-spectacular.

I've been living in Brooklyn and shopping in Brooklyn for a long time now. Before I was doing those things I was the five-year old bawling my eyes out after seeing Star Treck: The Voyage Home. The tears flowed freely once I realized it wasn't so unlikely my future children would live in a world without whales. It's been a life spent picking up six-pack plastic can holders off the street. I carry them home where I cut them into something that doesn't resemble a noose. Add years of living NYC where you can, um, acquire certain personal opinions about what food is, how it should be aquired, how far it should travel, and how it should be enjoyed.... Just like that you become this overly prideful Brooklynite. You find yourself at a crossroads where there's just flat out no-way-in -hell you're going to buy an egg that isn't from a free range/non hormone/anti-chemical/vegetarian fed chicken.

But you still need eggs...

So you google 'til your fingers bleed. One thing leads to another, and then all of the sudden, well, you know, you do the thing any other organically minded Brooklyn girl would do...

I'd like to formally introduce you to Good Golly Miss Molly.

I think she is beautiful. Don't you? You know - in a Tilda Swenton kind of way?
I'm paying her rent. Don't worry, we've worked out a barter system. It's Brooklyn. We go hard.

Things I Throw Myself into Tuesday

Today I'm prepping art for NYC's Art to Support the Art of Japan gallery fundraiser. We're each In the process of making art in our style (think Baby Mermaids) that is rooted in some aspect of Japan's rich artistic history. I'm going Kokeshi and Cherry Blossoms on electric girl-jam guitar.

While prepping for this latest event in the life of me, a friend shared this beauty of a jem of something beauteous.

True, it is not the greatest narrative and yes, it starts to bore (like into my soul) me after a while, but man that first two minutes sure are fun! It's pretty and violent and just what it should be until the fox arrives. WTF fox?! At any rate I dote on black and white with a tid bit of color and I ache for beautiful animation and live film Watch it and marvel at the artsy.