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Hello Stranger

catherine — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 20:25:26 +0000

Well, it’s certainly been a while. And while I’m contemplating what to do with this blog-like-thing, I’ve updated the look and feel for my portfolio – you know, the place with the *good stuff*. Check it out!

a truth you didn’t believe

catherine — Fri, 24 Dec 2010 18:50:26 +0000

is a lie in reverse

MerBlur – PS altered ACEO originally created via graphite/prisma pencils

Holiday boredom. It’s white outside. And um, people are never who you think they are. That sucks.

There’s really no middle ground with you

catherine — Thu, 15 Jul 2010 02:38:44 +0000

“Either you don’t care at all or you care a hundred and crazy percent.”

“WHAT ELSE IS THERE? … Now saddle up and say goodbye to common sense =D”

I miss Better Off Ted.

And I started making ACEO-type art again, this time something dark and twisty with one of those weird up-nose angles that makes people look pig-like. Inspiration? Old auto-portrait photo, nostrils aflare. And my spellchecker just informed me that aflare isn’t a word… Looksee:

Title: Mouthful, Status: In Progress, Size: 3.5″ x 2.5″, Medium: Pencil/Pen/Paper, Genre: Twisty

some things only exist when you’re not looking for them

catherine — Thu, 15 Apr 2010 00:59:38 +0000

she was always dreaming and thinking odd things and could not herself remember any time when she had not been thinking things about grown-up people and the world they belonged to. she felt as if she had lived a long, long time.

Spring is officially in full force. The trees, they are a bloomin’, and my allergies, they are a reactin’… Wish it were this colorful here all the time. Makes it seem like we live in a weird, overgrown wonderland where up ↑ is down ↓ and down ↓ is left ← and left ← is backwards §.

a dream is an answer to a question we haven’t yet learned how to ask

catherine — Mon, 29 Mar 2010 02:05:22 +0000

pen practice…

In the wake of healing brokenness, I find myself extremely distracted by a brain that goes in circles on the same highly fueled subject. UHG.

Yes, uhg is a highly fueled subject. And that song, Brass In Pocket, is really stuck in my head. Gunna make you, make you, make you no-o-tice. Nothing special’s been happenin’, just work and x-files and cleaning and taxes, all with the undertones of uhg lately but with time… hoping that’ll change.

Oh. And my car has been recalled for suspension problems. But for some reason they want to check my car at the dealership we bought it from… which just so happens to be hundreds of miles away. So once things are settled here a little better, I’ll try to find some time to get up to IL and pray to some car deity that the suspension is fine, or at least fine enough for another big trip.

You can pray too, even if you’re not all that spiritual. Really, I don’t mind. Not at all O_O;

I’ve zig-zagged all over America and I cannot find a safety haven, say – would you let me cry, on your shoulder? I’ve heard that you’ll try anything twice. Close your eyes.

Was wondering where I picked up that phrase.

EDIT: SPIDER CRICKET SIGHTING. Small one, in the bathroom, on my dirty jeans. No. No. No. I grabbed a shoe and squished it to death. If they’re back, if they’ve found me again… I will show no mercy this time. Not this time, not this place!

Nothing but an echo

catherine — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 03:47:22 +0000

things aren’t always so black and white, or so they say. sometimes things are ink blotty and bleeding through the edges.

the people that surround us, whether they be friends or strangers, pose as reflections – a way to see ourselves mirrored, or projected. helps us improve or grow or move on to become. just become. what happens to a recluse though? i’m guessing… they just become an echo of their former selves.

I don’t really wanna be an echo. I just wanna draw it.

if it t’were you, t’would be… t’werrific

catherine — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 05:04:44 +0000

I had a dream, no, a nightmare, about buying eggs and milk and then having no place to put them in my fridge. Not entirely sure what that means, but I’ve had lots of nightmares lately, and not nearly enough sleep. You know the dreams you get while you’re sick? All distorted, weirdly colored, and jumbly with the what and the huh? Yeah, well, those have been my dreams. My baddy bad bad dreams.

But, in spite of said dreams and the lack of really good sleep, I chant over and over that t’morrow t’will be t’werrific.

Maybe the eggs and the milk will fit…

I believe that’s the dance of a brave little toaster

catherine — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 00:14:26 +0000

There’s this method for meditation which may or may not help ease a tension headache. You light a candle and sit with it in the middle of a darkened room. You stare at the flickering flame and let your mind wander or phase out or fizzle. Fizzle is a funny word. Reminds me of lattes. They pop and fizzle, did you know that? Sorta like rice crispy squares… which I haven’t had in years. What do I have that I didn’t have before now? Lots of socks, lots of tea, and lots of guitar. Guitar of the singular nature. I play it and I suck the more I think about it all. My brain hurts. My heart’s heavy, like a cow. But here’s a monkey, a psycho semi-dead evil monkey sketch, to make it better:

if you’re filled with affection

catherine — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 02:33:29 +0000

you’re too shy to convey… meditate my direction. feel your way…

My life’s soundtrack is basically one guilty pleasure song after another. I’ve decided that my happy ending needs to have a magical flying car with a hopping/dancing/ceremonial send-off to boot. First, I need to learn to be fearless, and then maybe the happy, hopping weirdom will follow. For posterity:

[pro-player width='530' height='253' type='video']http://www.kazerin.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/onethatiwant.flv[/pro-player]

carry on my wayward son

catherine — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 16:02:48 +0000

there’ll be peace when you are done,
lay your weary head to rest,
don’t you cry no more.

Yes, Kansas. Yes, Carry on. It’s appropriate… My brother told me deaths come in 3′s, and I thought he meant family deaths or deaths of those close. Seems I was mistaken. In a matter of a week, there have been 3 deaths. Falling like dominos…

Most important to me: 11/18/2009 Uncle Gary, rest his soul.

All I can say is please let this be it for while. Please let this be it, and then I’ll be thankful for something worth being thankful for.