Hoo de lolly
Hello, people. I am just not in the mood to blog lately, so I thought it would be polite to blog and tell you that.
It looks like Christmas is in full swing over at Cathy’s, and Heather Anne is still celebrating Thanksgiving over at her place, and me? Time standeth still, and honestly, I like it. When I was depressed those few weeks ago, I discovered a book by a Jungian analyst who uses art therapy in his practice, so I decided to try it for myself since I have to do my own analyzing at the moment, not having the money to toss at someone else for the privilege. I made an art journal, and it has saved my ever-lovin’ buttocks. I’m not kidding. Since I’m reading and/or writing words all the livelong day, it’s a wonder to express my feelings with ink pens and colored pencils. I have not developed my drawing skills one iota over the last weeks, but the process is a form of meditation that has been, and still is, priceless. I have to write a paper on stress for Psychology this weekend, and baby, I’ve got that thing by the short and curlies, and I haven’t even put one word to paper yet.
Speaking of short and curlies, I would show you some of my drawings, but most of them feature the aforementioned, as well as assorted penii and boobies. You may think I’m kidding because I have a perverse streak, but I’m not, and yes, I do have a perverse streak, I know. Which undoubtedly explains all the penii and boobies. “Penii and Boobies” sounds like a Simon & Garfunkel song, doesn’t it? Well, it does to me, anyway. Or no, maybe more Sound of Music. “Raindrops on roses and tin-colored whistles” and the like. Or no, actually, I’m thinking of “Crimson and Clover.” Oh WHATEVER.
I’ve been watching the first season of Ghost Hunters, the name of which refers to a group of people under the anagram o’ T.A.P.S. (The Atlantic Paranormal Society) who go about doing good by attempting to debunk hauntings and claims of supernatural activity. They do this because they believe in ghosts and ghoulies, which I think is an interesting twist. They want to prove their existence by using all the equipment science has provided us with so far, disprove the fakers, and comfort people who are afraid of something that isn’t really there. It’s a fun show. One weekend last year Torie and I stayed up all night to watch the entire second season, so now we consider all the T.A.P.S. members friends and send them cookies every month. No, no, we don’t; ixnay on the ookieskay. The interesting thing about watching it while I’m in school this year, however, is that my critical thinking skills are in high gear. They have to be, or I would be toppled by my teachers at every turn. So I find myself balking at nearly everything that wows everyone else. It’s sad in a way. I weep for me and my credulity, who used to be such good friends.
Lunch now!… and then I need to start my paper. What do you say on a day between Happy Thanksgiving and Merry Christmas? Have a herry, mappy day! kiss.
November 29th, 2007 16:41
I told you that UCD restaurant was starving Thanksgiving dinner back on the day, and they were serving Christmas dinner today. I think the only difference was that Christmas dinner has brussel sprouts. They even had cranberry sauce for both.
Now you know how horrible it is to WANT to believe in ghosts, but being manacled to scepticism. Luther was right when he said we must murder reason.
November 29th, 2007 17:34
Mally, I think it’s so hilarious that you wrote ’starving’ instead of ’serving’, in regards to Thanksgiving dinner, that I’m going to leave it in uncorrected (unless you meant it like that). I hope you don’t mind. Are you hungry? And I NEVER serve brussel sprouts at Christmas. I SPIT on brussel sprouts.
I say we should murder reason with Lizzie Borden’s bloody axe. xo
November 29th, 2007 17:40
I LOVE brusel sprouts. They’re almost by favourite part of Christmas. My brain doesn’t even class them as vegetables, due to a clerical error by the Numskull who operates my brain.
Yes, they were STARVING Thanksgiving dinner; they just showed us images of it on a screen and we stood around, drooling and wishing we lived in Amerikay.
November 29th, 2007 17:56
Brussel sprouts smell like dirty feet, and they taste like if you’d licked the bottom of those dirty feet after they’d walked in a sulfur pit filled with cow manure. At least, I’m guessing.
You don’t either wish you lived in Amerikay, but I can imagine you drooling over the image of mashed potatoes and gravy, because that’s what I’m doing right NOW.
November 30th, 2007 01:18
I’ve also become much more skeptical in the last few years. Sometimes, I wish I could go back to being naive. But I know that in the long run, I wouldn’t really wish for that.
Happy Holidays, sweets! Hope they don’t throw you back into the throes of that place you just came from. Yet one more way that penii and boobies can bring joy, I guess!
November 30th, 2007 08:23
Joy to the world, in fact…. ha! Happy holidays to you, too, Taleny. I know, it’s kind of sad to become more skeptical as we grow older, isn’t it? I wish we could become less skeptical, as evidence pointed MORE towards supernatural events, etc. Ah, life. But it’s pretty good lately, or at least, my perception of it is, and THAT’s a relief. kiss!
November 30th, 2007 11:11
Ooh! Art journaling!!! Yay!!! So glad you’re enjoying it… I’ve dabbled with an art journal off and on over the years. It’s so freeing and different from what I normally have to do for work…
And as far as Christmas - sheesh - it’s not even December. Yet. I got my trees up just because last weekend Asia brought them all up from the basement without even being asked. First time that’s ever happened, so I went with it.
I do love sitting in the living room with nothing but the tree lights on though… makes me feel all warm and happy inside. It’s good for me heart.
November 30th, 2007 12:38
Of course you haven’t improved your drawing skills while you’ve been art journaling. That isn’t the point. But you may find that you’ve improved your art skills by NOT improving your drawing skills. One never knows. My mom has a section in one of her art journals where she was working on drawing the human body. She had me do a series of yoga poses and then she’d draw them. There is page after page of me without a head! What would Jung think of that! (The simple truth is that she found drawing my face challenging when she was just sketching body shapes so she left it out so she didn’t get bogged down in the details).
November 30th, 2007 12:42
You little Irish girl - “good for me heart.” Cath, it’s okay; I KNOW you are into Christmas with everything in you, because you were making blondies from Martha Stewart’s magazine (well, it fits MY logic). And you don’t think I read your blog. I honestly wish I was into the season, but I can barely even bring myself to think about it; it’s just too much added stress and I’m trying to deal with the stress I already have.
Oh oh! The art journal! It IS amazing, and I’m so glad you’ve done it before so you know what I’m talking about. I was just talking to Jul (of the day) and she posts a daily mandala for people to color, which is just SUCH a deliciously Jungian thing to do… This isn’t your problem, because you’re very artsy and creative, but the nice thing about an art journal is that it’s yours ALONE, so you don’t have to draw well. You just have to let go and imagine how you feel, and let the pen follow what you see as best it can. I simply LOVE it.
Yes, and those Christmas tree lights… I love those, too… xo
November 30th, 2007 12:47
Ha! Headless Jenn… hmm. What WOULD Jung say? (I can still wear the bracelet, “WWJD?” hee.) One of the things that does challenge me is not trying too hard to make things look right, because you’re absolutely right - that ISN’T the point. In fact, the other day I tried to draw myself on a fork in the road, and was very frustrated until I remembered that what I really wanted was to draw how I was FEELING at the moment. Not what I was doing. I ended up drawing shapes, instead of human figures. Even though most of the journal is inhabited by human figures… And my faces are usually two “u”s for closed eyes, a dot for a nose, and a tiny mark for a mouth. Unless I’m feeling really aware, and then I draw huge open eyes. You know? I could talk about this for hours… OBVIOUSLY. It’s so nice to hear from people who’ve done it before! Yay! xo
November 30th, 2007 13:07
Okay - but seriously. You should make the blondies… they are so deliciously delicious. And really, not very Christmassy at all. So even if you’re not in the mood for Christmas, you can be in the mood for a cup and a quarter of butter. How could you not be in the mood for that?
November 30th, 2007 13:59
Oh, but you know me well, Cath. I just ate a cup and a quarter of butter two minutes ago! For lunch! Okay, okay, you’ve twisted my arm, in true Martha Stewart fashion. I shall look at the recipe for ze blondies, but I’m blaming the resulting extra twenty pounds on you, my friend. (Um, forget what I said about the butter earlier. SOMEBODY must be blamed. Somebody who is not me.)
November 30th, 2007 18:44
Oh great, right after I make my Thanksgiving resolution of writing a post on your blog, you talk about penii & boobies. I’m so redfaced right now. Ditto on your description of brusel sprouts - Yuck!! Hope you have a creative weekend, Kelly!
November 30th, 2007 21:09
Well, hello Frank! Are you a pseudonym for someone I know? The identity of whom I think I have a pretty good idea? Well, I’m glad you finally wrote. And maybe YOU can tell me: what IS the plural of penis? (Never mind. Some things are better left unknown.) xo
November 30th, 2007 22:47
I think it must be penis’s. Or would that be penises? Nah, they both look funny. Kind of like when using the possesive on Jesus. (Jesus’ penis. Oops. I didn’t mean to say that. But I’m laughing too hard to take it back) Now I’m humming that to the tune of Crimson and Clover. Oh my God, I’m one sick puppy.
Okay, I’m under control now. The art journal sounds amazing. I hope you talk about that some more. Even though I’m having one of those incredibly jealous moments right now. The ones where I am so sad because I have absolutely no creative talents at all. To sit and sketch feelings! Can there be anything more amazing? Besides sex, I mean? Oh, and world peace and heaven and a newborn baby?
I apologize. I seem to be extra loopy tonight. Love ya!
December 1st, 2007 08:59
HA! Dear sick puppy, I’m pretty sure Jesus had a penis, so he wouldn’t be offended. Who do you think told James Dobson that it’s okay to play with it? I mean, for James Dobson to play with his OWN. HAHA! Who’s loopy now??
Twytie tot, I’m dead serious about this: if you saw my journal you would realize how little having art skills has to do with it. They’re child’s pictures, and some of them are mere shapes and scribbles. (I wouldn’t at all mind sending you a couple examples, if I can figure out my daughter’s camera.)
It IS right up there with sex as far as delectable activities go, but you forgot to put orange milano cookies on your list. Love you too, friend.
December 2nd, 2007 12:32
Anybody who has occasion to plural of penis is an irredeemable pervert. There’s your answers. Now I’m off to make my latest sculpture, “One hundred penia”.
December 2nd, 2007 12:34
I meant, of course, anyone who has occasion to USE the plural of penis. Anyway, I haven’t got time to be discussing grammatical phallussies.
December 2nd, 2007 12:37
And Kelly, you’re NEVER going to lure the Irish contingent back to your blog if you keep talking about ungodly and shameful parts of the human anatomy.
December 2nd, 2007 14:31
Hmm, silly me. And here I was thinking I couldn’t keep the Irish contingency AWAY from penii and boobies, or at least blog posts about them. I’m glad you set me straight, Mally.
Did the church commission your sculpture, then? St. Peter’s?
December 2nd, 2007 18:11
OK, I just looked it up in the dicktionary, oops, dictionary. The plural of Penis can either be penises or penes. The things you learn on Kelly’s blog. I still like penii spelling cuz the 2 “i”s kind of make it look like they have a mind of their own.
December 2nd, 2007 19:54
HA! And also, Frank, two is better than one. And also, Frank, “penii” reminds you of “genii” which makes you think of Barbara Eden, doesn’t it? You can’t fool me.
December 2nd, 2007 22:01
Yes, penii and boobies draw the Irish like the whiff of stew, and puerile humour does the same thing. While we’re being so (wonderfully) juvenile, I would like to draw your attention (and the attention of your faithful readers) to this link, where Amazon readers review the book with the greatest title in the history of giving stuff names, using some very crude and childish humour:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Penetrating-Wagners-Ring-Capo-Paperback/dp/customer-reviews/0306804379/ref=dp_top_cm_cr_acr_txt?ie=UTF8&showViewpoints=1&customer-reviews.start=1#customerReviews
I’ve just come across it and I had to tell SOMEONE. Or preferably EVERYONE.
December 5th, 2007 16:22
Helloooo!! Haven’t spoken to you here in a while…been busy and under the weather. But am still alive and kicking…and being kicked by this little monkey inside…
December 7th, 2007 09:24
Mallington, the whiff of stew and puerile humor draws ME in too, and probably three-quarters of the people who read my blog (that would be approximately 3.5 people, including you and me). Penetrating Wagner’s Ring indeed. That’s so naughty. ha! xo
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Annoo, every time you say something about your little monkey, you can’t IMAGINE the visuals that creates in my mind. Thank you! It’s more fun than a barrel of babies.
I’m sorry you’ve been sick, though. It’s good to see your kitchen coming along, though. In time for Christmas? xo
December 9th, 2007 09:42
YES! It will be exactly finished in time for Christmas. Happy present to ME! Woo!
I think a barrel of babies is a pretty humorous visual myself…little happy heads bobbing about, little hands waving as they bob…course, it could also be reeeeally creepy.