“The greatest pleasure I know is to do a good action by stealth and have it found out by accident.” ― Charles Lamb
I visualize Dorothy, The Lion, Scarecrow, Tin Man, Toto, and Prince sleeping in this pastoral photo.
Prince's pusher is talking. He has been an opiate addict for 25 years. Loved Diladud just like The King. "Royalty" ain't shit when you be a junkie!
That's interesting, if true. I was recently talking to a guy who is in a 12 step program and he was talking about the power of addiction. Opiates are particularly good at killing pain, initially, but then the pain you experience when you stop taking them is worse than any previous pain you might have had prior to taking the pain killer. That was what he said. I believe him and have no desire to find out for myself. I read that Prince's estate was $300 million. All that and he couldn't buy sobriety.
Look how Rush Limbaugh was sucked into it too. Prince in his own way is even more vulnerable because he had no one to answer to (Rush being a target to Democrats and his hearing issues which Oxycontin likely contributed to, forced him to get sober). Plus in Minnesota, Prince was never going to get shade from the cops or prosecutors. I have spoken to a lot of people who said jail or the threat of jail is what finally got them clean.
It is a good year for California wildflowers with the rain they got. But it looks like it will still be a hot dry summer.
What a bummer. Your insights have bummed me out. Because the whole time I was thinking how much I want to start trying the coated card stock. The stuff is amazing. It feels like a guitar pick. And all that requires an idea that demands expression with pop-uppery being the best way to express it. And that idea is blooming. Right now. I want to get on it right now. Here's the blooming idea: Double V in opposite directions, so from the viewer the card expands at top away from the viewer and bottom outward toward the viewer's stomach. Each opposing V is actually doubled for 4 total V mechanisms that cantilever outward with a lid, a top flat surface that is all crap floating on top of water filled with crap. loaded with crap. Logs, floating plants, reeds sticking out, animal life underneath and and above and in the reeds and all over the place. Weird challenging forms, eyes on heads with bodies disappearing into ripples, fish with teeth, eels, insects. And two boys are crossing the swamp.The vignettes are coming together. I'm visualizing their layouts. That's just one. Placed in the middle of several pages. Two kids going scene to scene with all kind of crap going on all around. Each vignette a wholly different nature adventure scene.And it turns out all they're doing is coming back home in time for dinner. The last page is Mum at the door, "You two boys get your little asses inside and wash your hands. Dinner's ready." That's what I was thinking, I got to try this new paper. It really is incredible. And right then I got an email saying they followed a link I made yesterday to the site where I put that stuff. Having looked at all 50 the person called me a phenom.*examines fingernails* Yeah. Somebody called me that yesterday on account of the cards. That's a first. This is how I correct being bummed out. Use the new paper for an adventure story card. I just now recalled how many times I came home with my socks and shoes completely mud swamp sopping wet. Being a boy is a mess. I want the card to convey that. For example. This is not a page in the card, skateboarding is not nature adventure, but the video shows how boys are messes. You see why their knees and elbows, shins, are always scrapped up, and particularly why their hands are filthy. They're crawling like monkeys all over their environment. They're holding their boards and hanging onto the cement wall to twist and place the direction. It shows why they're so dirty. And that's urban. I am no longer bummed out.
Chip, good your not bummed out! Thanks for the link for the pop up book.
Wow, I didn't know prince was a junkie. I'm sure he enjoyed the fruits of his labors with chemistry, but the fact that he was an opioid junkie seemed far fetched to me. Sad.
I never listened to his music and only heard him speak the other day, but I am reminded of what Jim Rome, the sports talk guy said, when discussing athletes who behave badly, and that is "We really don't know these guys". We see them, we see their work, they are on the television all the time, but who knows what is really going on in their damaged brains.What struck me about Prince was his dialect - where did someone that pale from that far north get a Hillary dialect from? That was a very strange affect, at least to me. It seemed as if he was tryin' to be down with tha bruthas. Just another layer of bullshit, as near as I could tell, and very off-putting. But junkies gotta junk, and that frequently doesn't end well.
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