Happy September 11th, if you can call it that. Happy, I mean. I mean, I know it’s September 11th, I just can’t get my head around the fact that it’s been 10 years. I’ll spare you the obligatory stories about “where I was when I heard” or how I’m going to remember friends and family lost on this day.” Blah, blah, blah, yada, yada, yada. I have them and I will and there’s really not much more I need to share, is there? Really? Do you really want to hear anymore of that? (Haven’t we had enough, what with the news covering it on the creep for something like all weekend long now already? And the politicians dragging out this bread and circuses junk on account of the election year?)
In other news, this is my postcard shot from Iceland. I thought that this was the most “Postcard-y” shot I’ve taken of the bunch. It looks sorta like a postcard anyway. Well, this is as close to “postcard” as I can probably get so I hope you like it, in a postcard-y way, that is.
For those of you from Texas, these things are called mountains. They are these big bumps that naturally occur on the earth’s surface….well, maybe it’s best to just let them be. It’s kind of hard to explain this if you have lived you entire life never really seeing one before, so you’ll have to just trust me when I say that, the big bump you see here? Yeah, it’s called a mountain and they have them in Iceland. Big bumps, all covered in snow, looking all postcard-y, just waiting for me to snatch them away and take them back to Texas with me hidden in my camera. (Hey, laugh all you want, it beats an over-priced T-shirt any day.)
Tomorrow, I’m supposed to go and hear Dennis Darling show some new work and talk. The trouble is I haven’t been feeling all that well. I’m honestly hoping my health holds out for the day, because I really want to see some of this new work. He’s been following around a “faith healer” type of medicine man, all around Texas and parts of the south, for a few years now (maybe even decades?) This promises to be some strange and funky cool work, so I hope I get the chance to check it out. I’ve been kind of sick all weekend so I hope I can hold out long enough to go and check out his new work. I love Dennis Darling and getting to see his new work and hearing him talk about it is always a treat for me.
Watched TV long enough today to pass out just before muttering “turn it off, man, I’ve seen too much” but maybe that’s just me. I seem to be in a bit of a funk lately, although it could just be I’ve grown tired of the fires and the status quo for a while now. Want to do something different, really want to stir up the sh*t in the pot, if you catch what I’m saying.
Watched a little TV on Saturday about this couple moving to the far east. Now I think I really want to move to the far east or, at least, you know, get some additional frequent flyer miles. Mine have all since expired, gone the way of the do do bird who, presumably, once lived up in the mountains of Iceland. (Although, since I’m from Texas, I can’t really say that I know what mountains actually are now, can I?) Anyway, to avoid coming back around to it, I got this itch to travel some and can’t quite figure out how to scratch it. On top of all that, people keep doing stuff to me to get me to stay here.
I’ve been invited to show some books at the Texas book festival thing in the fall. Of course, this implies that I have to get my act together, fill out some paperwork (of sorts) and do all of those mundane things I hate to do. But, yes, I’ll probably do it if I can mange it. That and the big East Austin Studio Tour (EAST) is coming up, plus I’m supposed to teach again and drumming up interest in doing an Austin based workshop in the spring. When, oh when, will this leave me anytime to travel? One can only guess, but I hope to slip away more frequently. Yeah, I’ve got the wanderlust disease pretty badly these days, don’t I? Here, have some more paperwork, it’s good for the soul…..
(Well, it sort of tastes better than postcards if you kind of chew hard enough. I think.)
Until next time…
