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Thawt eye'd spread this won out a bit since it comes up more often that eye'd imagine.. Not just trying to be annoying with the fun key spelling thang here.

Maybe it's mainly my fondness for run on sentences. Or it could be that I just kinda like to pack a bunch of ideas into too small a space (oar two small ova space as eye wood like to say) Or for example: eye wood makes me think of heart wood, or even heart would, but wood eye? Eye deally U wood take it in yer own way up to a point.

So hairs the poynt. We all use the same words (or werds witch is close to weirds) and we vthink they all mean the same thing ~ but they don't. Sew my wacky spelling is partly due to an acknowledgement of this phenomena.

Also it helps to generate some forgiveness, perhaps, for pervasive typos.

But back to the multiple meaning thing. It grows I suppose out of my interest in abstract art. Eurocentric art reached a pinnacle of technique around the mid 19th Century beginning around a hundred years earlier with the Dutch Masters (them dudes was the original freaks). At that point the whole idea was the ideal that the image depicted in a particular painting was "best seen" from a single point of view (usually 10 feet back & directly in front). The implication was of course that since there was that one and only spot to view the piece from ~ so there was one, and only one, way to "see" the painting.

What the abstract ladies and gents (yup there was some ladies) were getting at is that (basically) reality is completely subjective (I think Buddha was in that camp) so that you can never look at the same painting twice (like steppin in that same river).

N E ways part of my warped spelling aesthetic is tryin to loop back into suma that. Besides eye will be much happyer wen english becomes a completely fo-netik language (lang wij) kinda like Tibetan or Swahili.

There's this friend of mine who, btw, is almost as crazy as me (as most of my friends are ~ but like THEY say  ~ I take the cake <chocolate please>) and she started this project called Art2Heart which involved bringing art from artists in the good ole USofA to developing countries along with a bunch of easy to transport materials. Then she'd get the kids in these remote areas to make some art and send it back to us. This photo is one she took on wonov her trips.

The idea as I stood under it was to get a kindov art pen pal thing going and so maybe there'd be a way to keep these kids in art materials ona sort of ongoing bases ~ and then after that who nose what might happen.

Anyways, when I was in Nepal in 1979 there were two things the kids there then always wanted (I imagine it's all different now) besides "one rupee please" ~ and that was paper and pens. I remember watching young kids scratching in the dirt or rubbing rocks on flagstones just trying to make a mark and all this made me think of graffiti. It's as if there is an innate human necessity to "make our mark" on the whirld (like that movie sally fields was in).

But that's not what I was goin for with this pic. I recently came across some kindov NPRish type story about people raising their kids in a "gender neutral way" like letting them decide for themselves if it was time to play with dolls or trucks and how there was all this brew HA HA about messin the kids up and societal norms and all the stuff that generally gets some fowks really twisted up in their knickers.

And then I came across this image from my friends flikr account and it made me wonder ~ do these kids look confused or abused ? ? And I betchya no body kin tell which is the girl and which is the boy.

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"Hot enough for ya?" There are places I've bin where fowks just thinks it's plain strange to be talkin about the weather. I get the whole bit about bein' a conversation starter common experience etc but that has got to be wonna my least favorite questions.

How about a few of these as delightfully fresh alternatives: "Pavement hard enough for ya?"; "Man is sure is 2:37 right now aintit?"; "Dude, got any diction or grooming tips?"; "You know any wacky seamstresses?" Itid get my day started like good cuppa coffee.

The other won thatz givin my some challenges lately is the old stand by: "How are you?" again ~ i get the whole let's have a polite interaction at the cash register thing ~ but for some reason i now find myself taking it personally. I know no body wants a complete inventory, ya know like when somebody says "How are things?" and i say i dunno cuz i haven't finished checking it all yet. But now I just get all perpendicular on it and so some how it seems like I oughta be more sincere.

Just the other day I remembered this nugget from my mom: "Better than I was, and not as good as I will be."  I really liked this won when she told me but then I kinda for got aboudit tillit recently got rattled up from the basement of my brain. I've tried it a few times over the last coupla daze. gonna keep trottin it out for awhile but i suspect I'll soon be gowin back to my old standard non-sect quitter mixed metaphors. Have a nice day.

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crazy is as crazy does

Ever wonder what makes people so crazy? Maybe it's climate change + the economy + too many of us driving + reality TV but it seems to me these are all symptoms ~ or ~ signs of the times.

Personally I think there is a certain quota of "crazy" for each of us and while no body was lookin a few itchy types got together so they could put all their crazy in a big pile thinkin that this way they'd be done with it.

Only that crazy shite's slippery as fu<k so it all ends up sliddin down hill - and now it's just gettin all over everybody.