Author: Robert Kimberly

Why so noisey?

Well, it was the Narc Squad busting in on the upstairs apartment. It actually made for a fun evening of various neighbors getting together and gossiping about, “what that was all about!”

They are nice.

We should get together even when there’s not a police raid going on.

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Sadly, that one (and only) beer got me WASTED!

Not really. But I hurt a lot because I was laughing so much. I was hurting because of work, but the hurting continued throughout the evening.

And it was good.

“Ruth Malhotra, a 22-year-old Georgia Tech student and evangelical Christian, along with co-plaintiff Orit Sklar, a religious Jew, are suing the college for infringing upon their right to speak freely, if in an unpopular fashion…”

Plastic: The Right To Be Intolerant?

Images from the Panoramic Photographs Collection (American Memory from the Library of Congress)

Image from Drawnography

Wimberly, Allison, Tong & Goo Futuristic Projects Airborne Hotel Resort

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Worldwide Aeros Selects WATG for Interior Design of Airborne Cruise Ships | Dexigner

Lockheed Martin’s Secretly Built Airship Makes First Flight

We’re starting to set up for Dein Perry’s Tap Dogs. Based on the high quality of previous shows at the Ferst Center for the Arts, I would recommend this show sight-unseen. If you go and are unhappy, feel free to comment with poorly-spelled tirades

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Now that I’m back to work I realize I forgot a few things I did with my freetime.

There’s the usual chores: laundry, dishes, spent an hour cleaning the bathroom floor (bleached the hell out of the grout), groceries, etc.

But here were the two highlights…

“Peep Show”, at Orange Hill Folk Art Gallery and Outsider Art Gallery. A sexually charged folk-art show. Loads of pieces, sculptural, paintings, and drawings. The most engaging pieces were by the artist least likely to be described as “folk” or “outsider”. Whitney Lee’s latch-hook rugs featuring pin-up models and centerfolds were good, with the largest one being the best.

The rug pictured was hung on a wall, and it looked great. The other smaller works were harder to read visually, pixelating because of the individual pieces of yarn used as color elements. All the pieces have a quality of looking a scrabbled TV channel trying to make out the good bits. If you are interested in being a hooker Whitney has kits of some of the smaller works shown at Orange Hill. For all the works, not just Lee’s, the show is worth seeing.

V for Vendetta. Just saw the movie, and it was great. Creator Frank Miller (Wrong. Alan Miller – see comments) hates ever movie adaptation of his graphic novels except the phenomenal “Sin City”. Even before he got really well known as a grapphic artist and storyteller, I had all three amazing Hard Boiled graphic novels from ’90 – ’93.

I bought his take on Batman (The Dark Knight Returns) but never got into ‘V for Vendetta”.

The movie worked for me. Glad I got a chance to go.

Last night the dark cloud of jury duty that had followed me lifted. As directed on my month-old jury-duty form I called and found that there were no jurors called in. Hurray!

The main problem with jury duty was that it was coming during a peak period of work, with both art installation and stagehand jobs scheduled until the end of the month. It would have been a big chunk of change lost.

One thing that helps settle my mind when I run into things like this is a theory of quantum mechanics. Yeah, strange, I know. It’s the idea that particles have two states that exist at the same time until something happens to the particle. Then it goes into one of the two states. So, until the thing that needs to happen… happens, both things/all things are possible.

I find it strangely reassuring that until that something that is out of my control resolves itself, it’s all up in the air.

Well… it works for me.

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So, today is the last of my play days, work resumes tomorrow. I will try to finish the tasks on the white board, completing the ones that there was no need to leave undone until now. Procrastination, my faithful friend. Not that I wasn’t unproductive, but I was doing things not on list (alphabetizing books, consolidating shelves) when month-old tasks have been left untouched. Time to erase that one off the board.

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Yesterday was the 8-year anniversary of my first date with my now-wife. I don’t believe in luck or divine providence. Thing just are or they’re not. My life is better then I could have imagined because Caroline is in it. A good thing this marriage, and one that grows better every day. Four months into our dating, we were at a big party and were asked twice how long we had been married. We laughed, and Caroline later joked that she was pleasantly surprised how I didn’t freak out over the question. That night after an excessive amount of drinking, we decided to move in. And she hasn’t kicked me out yet.

How do you know someone is the one? There is no single one, there are many. But you won’t meet most of them or any of them at all, they will remain unknown. But within the people you meet, there maybe a great person or persons for you. When most/all the time spent with them is good time, when you are better for being around them, when the effort you put into the relationship feels like a gift that you are giving then a task you are obligated to do… you already know exactly what you need to know.

I’m a better person then I could have imagined because of her. And she tells me the same. I love that our lives will be spent with each other, because the one we have had is so good. Give me more, I’ll take all I can get.