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There's a size limit to making an LJ icon, but I decided the Justus man needed that one -- hence the crippleware version above.
I sometimes think I would have made a good medieval monk, the kind who sat in the attic and made manuscripts all day without saying a thing or even seeing another human being. Well, the kind of monk who could quit when he was tired of it after two months and then get let out to go rule the world or something...
I don't get to go to Estrella this year, and The Man is in Tucson/Quartzsite for two weeks so I'm alone with the cat and my art. The first thing I did was flip my schedule so that I work at night and sleep all day. It is, IMNSHO, the only way to live in the summer, and my preferred way of living anyway. Yes, I did notice it's not summer, shut up.
I'm fairly sure some of you have tried to call me. Unlike my friend Travis, who last time I checked had chucked three cellphones into the Gulf of Mexico because he hates the phone with a purple passion even greater than mine own, I have not trashed the phone. I just turned off the ringers. I have this window of opportunity to be a creepy misanthrope and I'm taking it.
I have been living entirely in my right brain and it's been wonderful. Finally, finally, finally, the place and time to work on my backlog and even some stuff for myself and I've got art oozing out of my ears. ("What does it look like, Radar?" "It looks like a little nativity scene....") However, I have so abandoned my left brain that any articulation from me consists of "baaa." I don't care. I'm enjoying the hell out of myself. Except for the part where I ran out of food and there really are no stores open here after 9 pm. Kinda sucks at 3 am. Even the damn gas stations don't have the convenience food thingies -- you pay at the pump. Jeez, even Boise had 24 hour grocery stores. What the hell is wrong with this country? Creepy misanthropes and drunk writers and serial killers have to fucking eat too, you know. Honestly.
I'll surface eventually. If it's important, email me. In the meantime, I know that Fr-Ozone image is stuck in your mind forever. Haha.
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Date: 2009-01-22 02:25 pm (UTC)So what art are you making? When are you going to come back and visit? I miss you!
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Date: 2009-01-22 02:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-22 04:10 pm (UTC)No phones. No people. No dramas. No interruptions. Just blessed quiet to get things done! Long may you keep it going.
Pity about the shops and their inconsiderate hours of business. Sigh. I MISS that! In NYC I could work until 3am nip across the street for a salad, hot chocolate, smokes and then get back to work in twenty minutes and still close down for a few hours nap between 6am and 11am. Wonderful!
(Am finally into the swing of things myself with embroidery and designs up the wazoo! Furiously trying to get as much done in daylight hours because it makes seeing the embroidery surface so much easier -- once, if ever I get the computer room/projects room set-up and daylight bulbs installed I'll switch to my nag-appie (Night ape) preffered status.)
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Date: 2009-01-22 04:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-22 07:20 pm (UTC)Though I was surprised I didn't see anything from you on the IVF stuff I've been posting.
Good luck with the art!
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Date: 2009-01-23 08:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-27 07:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-20 07:59 pm (UTC)