Midnights

No not the Taylor Swift album, mine. My midnights have been wide awake, slow, droning and even include the occasional earthquake.

I didn’t feel last nights tiny shake. it was pretty far north plus, different fault lines.

Midnight’s when I wake up if I’m awake. Or when I fall deeper if I’m sleeping. Lately, even TC is snoozing at midnight. And sometimes noon. Maybe it doesn’t matter. But midnights sounds better and more mysterious than middays.

At least today we’re awake and vertical at an AM hour. Not bad. Next thing to try and care about is finding work. Or a golden ticket.

Now what?

Traveling means either racing or wasting time so in Denver last week I wandered through one of those stores where you can get these socks and some water if you wanna drop $40. (At least I wasn’t sprinting for the only flight home)

Socks don’t need to advertise

Right now there’s a lot going on and nothing happening all at the same time. Maybe that’s how it always is and I try to ignore the fact that I have no real control over anything. I can control what I do, how I react to stuff but that’s about it.

For something to start happening I have to do things and I don’t want to. Refer to the sock messaging for explanation. I know I gotta but …

Trinity

Some animals are so extraordinarily special, I can understand why people (with money) clone theirs. I had one such cat. Special. Not a clone.

I had her cremated when she died and have wanted to do something with her ashes that I could wear like a gemstone. But no fucking way I can afford that.

Then I found Buttercup Beads. And this beautiful, one of a kind, Trinity bead has come to life.

Thanks to Andrea Mazzenga for her thoughtful work.

Bead with ashes of my favorite kitty

Love

My moms mom used to say god is love. Seems right. I’m not a believer in a god. No way. There is no one coming to save or smote us. We all have to find the love. Stop the fucking hate. Please. Before it’s too late.

Love. And peace.

What is productive

Productive. Productivity. Production What does any of it really mean? Does staring at the sky count? How about reading a book? Snuggling with a cat? Watching birds? Making abstract digital pics?

Whoosh. Accidentally abstract.
Sky instead of screen.
Designers must have a POV. Yes, Mike Monteiro