Month: April 2007

So I am still dealing with the last little hacks of this cold, which has now decided to camp out in my sinuses and lungs. That means a trip to the doc again for some anti-biotics. I have to kill this thing before I travel overseas.

Two of my four final papers are finished! That means with two weeks left in the semester, I have to write two more pieces and I will be finished. I was getting stuck in the world of ‘trying to impress others’ instead of pleasing myself. Now I am back on track and enjoying my work once again.

These are two pictures of some local archeology…Actually they are part of a series called ‘Archeology 1’ that I am shooting as a way to exercise my eye to observe the special in normal circumstances. One is called ‘Archeology 1–Holy Wheel’ and the other is ‘Archeology 1–Shades of Red’. They are pretty self-explanatory.

I have an obsession. It’s about luggage. Not suitcases (God forbid!) or even those weird little rolling suitcases thingies, unless of course you own one in which case, they’re OK. What I am talking about is the Search for the Perfect Shoulder Bag. This is the item that carries my life minus clothing. By this I mean passport, money, cameras, notebooks, pens, tickets, etc…I have quite a few, most of which have worn out or otherwise served their purpose. I have a new one on the way which may suit my needs. It’s slightly larger than my current messenger bag, which I am using for school. It is non-descript, sturdy canvas with a wide strap, and several side pockets. It may be, however, that I hate it and send it back immediately.

I’ll keep you informed.

Johnnyboy

It seems sometimes that I set my goals too high, or expect too much of myself, or something along those lines. My therapist speaks of this as walking across a space on a 6′ x 4″ board: If the board is only 5 inches off the ground, there is no problem. Elevate the thing 5 stories between two buildings, however, and the tension, stress, etc…becomes all the greater for the height. That’s what I do. When I’m at those heights, I make the mistake of looking down while traversing the space. Bad idea. Then I have doubts, fears, trepidations, and all my bogey-men come back to haunt me, led by The Critic inside my head and his terrible committee. I become trapped, crippled, and unable to navigate my way out of the simplest of dilemmas.

Thankfully it never lasts long, because I know the truth: I can do ‘it’, whatever ‘it’ is. What it takes is the grace and gratitude to reach out for help, talk to people, and get this stuff off my chest. This I have done, and I am well on my way back to sanity and academic productivity. Thank you, everyone, who has listened and shared with me.

Spring is here, and here are the crocuses to prove it. I took these pictures this morning, along with this watery scene typical of spring in Somewheresville.

Tonight we are supposed to get snow, although the Weather.com predicts rain. It’s sunny right now, but cool.

Johnnyboy