Alternative Superpower

Think of the typical question, 'if you had to choose a superpower, what would it be?

It's always the same. Do you want to fly? Do you want to read minds? Would you have X-ray vision? Would you be invisible? Invincible? Do you want superspeed? Super strength? You know, the typical super hero stuff. I'm sure all of it would be fun. With any one of those you could rob banks, save babies, perv out, etc.

It's highly unlikely someone will ask me the generic Super Hero question today, but if they did I would easily tell them that 'I want to make all non-dangerous spiders invisible'. There is no sense in seeing them. The site of them just sparks arachnophobia, which is stupid. Phobias are only justified in our brain, therefore not justifiable to the outside world, and in conclusion, stupid.

For example: THIS IS INSANELY FRIGHTENING



But if we just couldn't see those harmless arachnids, you would have this:



WHICH IS INSANELY BEAUTIFUL.

Think about it.

Painting History

This is something I did from a scene in our cellar. These tools belonged to the man's grandfather, and the positioning and the way they compliment eachother; i couldn't resist. The photo below is the actual scene...for some reason I could just sit on the steps and look at this for hours. My eyes dart from the signs to the old tools and I'm totally enthralled; eventually the overwhelming smell of turpentine (and sensation of it seeping into my pores) tells me it's time to go back upstairs, and possibly take a shower.

What does it all mean???

While looking on the job boards for Holland-Noord (using the keyword 'media') I came across an interesting sounding job. Interesting enough for me to look at it, at least. Then, this picture. What? What kind of job is this? I can eat a pepper (slowly) and I'm pretty good with chopsticks, but while smiling? Smiling a creepy creepy smile that says 'I wish this pepper was your finger'...I don't know. I don't know if I can do that. I'm not applying for this job.

I love shiny: a favorite topic, an introduction

I love shiny things. I really really really do. I could go on for hours (days, weeks, months, years..) about why; so many reasons why. An ongoing intellectual marathon, with my unresearched theories, then sparking new debates (who likes shiny things more? jay birds love shiny things. how closely related to jay birds are we? if females like shiny things more than men, are they closer in relation to jay birds? etc, etc). A level of curiosity which is probably best explored while drinking pints. Shiny, glistening pints.

As I'm putting forth my brilliant hypothesis on the importance of shiny things you would say, 'you're just being shallow' and I would say, 'no. take any hippie to a crystal clear lake on a sunny day and they will be in awe'. 'Well', you'll say, 'that is sparkly, not shiny, and a WHOLE 'nother argument'. At which point I see your point (in my point) and we will agree to continue the conversation another week, in another pub. And so on, and so on.

I bring forth this irregular introduction to one of my favorite topics to present to you my favorite shiny thing of the week. This is very exciting. I'm hoping you're both as shiny and excited as I am.

While I am so happy with this discovery, I am also so embarrassed. Why didn't I know about this sooner? The shame. At first I wanted to blame my parents because, well, what can't you blame them for; but then the logic of me being 13 years past legal adulthood sank in and I realized it was all my fault. I should have known sooner. Looking back I see where this reflects some of my worst traits; I was judgemental to others, unappreciative. I was frivolous. From here on out when things are dull, I promise to try my best to breathe them new life.

Which brings me to this weeks shiny discovery, shoe shining. Amazing, isn't it? The truth is, I just never thought shoe shining was for me. I thought it was for men, men in pointy leather loafers. Loafer that match their belts and compliment their suits. Men who can flip a coin into the shoe shines hat and say, 'Thanks again, Willy. See you next week'. I thought I'd have to read a newspaper...but no. Shiny shoes are for everyone. You can shine your shoes at home. Everyday. Everyday! Everyday you can leave the house with beautiful shiny shoes. Even better, in the Winter the polish acts as a water repellant. I mean, it just keeps getting better and better.

I have so much appreciation now for shined shoes. Mostly just mine, but from time to time I'll see another pair of shiny (sometimes sparkling) beauties and it makes me happy. Like seeing kids reading books, or an entire airplane full of people and not a single one of them in sweatpants...The little things, you know?

From the Start

So I started this blog (years ago) for the purpose of having a creative dumping ground. Not like a landfill or a garbage site, but rather a magical place where things are pretty (or not) and invoke thought (or not). As I mentioned before, that was years ago. Hmmm. What has happened? Why didn't I ever post anything here? I think I got distracted, it's really hard to remember. I remember spending a lot of time outdoors....anyway, when I started this nothingness I was living in San Francisco, California, USA. Wonderful, isn't it?

At that point I posted the monkey map because I like monkeys, and there were several living in the hemisphere below. Now I'm living in The Hague (Den Haag) in The Netherlands, EU. Many things in life have changed, except the monkeys :) According to the monkey map I still have monkeys in the hemisphere directly below me (!). What luck! The man and I have plans to visit some of these monkeys at a preserve in Cameroon.

I'll keep you posted on that; and in the meantime please keep an eye out for my pretty, thought provoking, creative dumps.

xo