Category Archives: Art

These Precious Things

Art, Daily Life, June 2015, PAX Prime, Quick Thoughts, Reasons for Things, Stories

Dear god, help me.

I want to play Heroes of the Storm so frickin bad.

The main chink in my gaming armor is Starcraft. Kerrigan is a rare female in the gaming world. She’s truly feminine yet she’s one of the darkest super-villians ever created, regardless of gender.  Her superpower is basically intuition and her soft spot is true love.  She’s sexy as hell – think Jean Gray meets Mystique meets Nightcrawler.

jean_grey_by_quibly-d57upyk Mystique_2000 Nightcrawler_by_spiderguile

I haven’t even caught up on the expansion to Starcraft II yet.  Adult life can be that way sometimes.  Now I have to play it before PAX.  Gamer life can be that way sometimes.

June 20

Art, Daily Life, Future Plans, June 2015, Quick Thoughts, Reasons for Things, Yoga

Alignment
On point
Focused
At peace
Sturdy
Tall
Enlightened
Uplifted
Happy
Determined
Alone
Leading
Adventuring
Hoping
Believing
Engaged
Active
Eager
Certain
Clear
Centered

Shameless

Art, June 2015

Ear buds are a decent substitute when earplugs aren’t available.  I really need to invest in good earplugs.  Not plugs.  Though the thought has crossed my mind more than once.  The older I get, the sexier piercings seem.

Need to schedule my BanjOwl soon.

Storm Damage?

Art, Daily Life, June 2015, Quick Thoughts, Random, Stories

I was solicited on Instagram for my rainbow video.

Finally, my talent for silently recording beautiful moments has hit the big time.  I think that’s pretty neat.

I should really look into using pound signs more often.  #happyendings

June 19

Art, June 2015, Quick Thoughts

I’m not going out tonight. It’s addictive, being around people that want you there.

I’m craving all-you-can-eat crab legs.

A 19-year old thought I was a guy. Not really that offended, just amazed. I did just get done helping my friend move. And I’m a pretty badass chick on average.  Who knows what my future holds.

I love my life.

No effort is wasted on the path to enlightenment.

June 18

Art, Java Cabana, June 2015, Quick Thoughts

I’m considering open mic tonight.  The poetry kind.  I scribble notes that look like poems but they don’t have life until spoken.  Words on the page are limp and cold.  Coming from my mouth they take form, develop spirit, breathe with life.  No performance is the same as my mood tints the tone and time captures the meaning in that single moment.  Other words are carved in stone and can only be repeated.

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Zeke Johnson

Art, Daily Life, June 2015, P & H Cafe, Quick Thoughts, Reasons for Things

I’m at the P&H Cafe in Memphis listening to Zeke Johnson play the blues. He writes songs and tells stories. Plays guitar like a teenager sends a text – casually accurate.

Following him is Rum Rebellion. I’m a fan.

These two artists may never appear on the same stage again.  You’re missing a great time.PnHjune17

June 17

Art, Daily Life, June 2015, Quick Thoughts, Random

I surprise myself more often than not. Engaging in antics that most people pass by unnoticed. I have a strange sense of existence and only invest in creatures that seem to share my sensibility. I’m crazy. Don’t take anything I say seriously. If you want to learn something it takes prolonged exposure and suspension of all previous assumptions.

Sitting on a ledge
Peering over and out
Into the dark mess
Five feet below
Countless yards ahead
Creatures moving
Through the filth
Wiping clean against
The newest comer.

Why won’t he talk to me.
What did she just say?
From up here it all
Swirls together
in an eddy of sweat
and desperation.

No way down
Too far to jump
Sitting and waiting
For someone
Or something
To let up.

Viddyah Games

Art, Daily Life, June 2015, Quick Thoughts

The games I play focus on escape.  A chance to escape…

Danger, sometimes.  I live next to danger every day.  Technically at least.  I’m on the 6th floor of a tower in the heart of midtown Memphis.  Not Midtown, midtown.  Midtown, capital M, is the east section in the middle area of Memphis.  The edge of danger.  A place to dip your toe and pretend you live in a big city.  Midtown is a destination spot.  Midtown (the non-proper noun) is the middle of the town.  Where the oil and water meet.  The small cross-section in the middle of a still segregated town.  So I play games and pretend it’s the way of the world and try not to notice that I’m a symbol of the problem.

Escaping reality is the best.