No life from those seeds. I will need to buy my plants this season.
Things have been trying the past few weeks: our full-time temporary work was cut off suddenly, so we’ve moved into job hunt mode. I had a great interview for a position–I never think so about interviews!–but didn’t even make it to the second round. Loki’s had a rough time since his neutering, and hot spots have landed him in a cone. He’s handling it like a champ, though, staying pretty mellow most of the day.
In good news, I did get two paintings in the Oxford Cultural Arts Commission‘s recent exhibit. These two:
In other good news, a friend introduced me and Ken to The Bugle, my new favorite audio newspaper for a visual world. Andy Zaltzman‘s relentless nihilism has proven a perfect comfort for me when I’m stewing too long in my narcissistic frustrations. At least there’s the meaningless void that undos us all, right?
Maybe better than good news, I’m tucking into the Nag Hammadi library again. After some haphazard writing for the Internet over the previous six months, I’ve realized how much I miss writing about what really matters to me. Apparently what matters to me isn’t geek pop culture or news about space, although who doesn’t like reading about either? No: I need a place to explore paradox, I need to delve into intricate, expansive, unanswerable questions. I need to talk about silly Jesus stories from the 3rd century, so The Apocryphal Devotional shall rise again.
Loki enjoying a bully stick in his gigantic new bed.
1) I’ve written a guest blogpost for Hatch*, a new blog about religion, big questions, and the like. My post is personal and ranty; it’s very Millennial of me.
2) Reddit, known for harsh judgments and countless photos of adorable cats, has my first book’s first chapter in its capable, collective hands. Someone posted one critique already; I’m so grateful for the compliment sandwich, and the critical stuff in-between was more helpful than harsh. Bring it on! [Insert metallurgy metaphor here.]
3) Last week, I began a 500 words per week goal for my new adventures in fiction writing–and I exceeded it by a whopping 99 words! It’s such a minor mission, but if I can stick to it, I will have proven to myself that I can increase the difficulty level from Super Easy to Very Easy. Any easy is hard until I make a habit of it.
Our ridiculously photogenic dog.
Lots of hopeful letters leaving our mailbox these days. I’m starting a new art group and want the library meeting room rental fee waived, so today I finished my petition to the board of directors. The petition is sealed in a fancy envelope, and was almost photographed, but I came to my senses: that’s not nearly as fun to look at as the furry dude above.
Today Loki learned how fascinating windows can be.
Humans glow in infrared. (Thanks, Minute Physics!)
I’m compelled to use Written? Kitten! even when I’m just editing and there will be no new kittens.
I found a place to sell art prints: Society6. They do all the work, and even make giclee prints! It sounds perfect. Now to find a place with a big enough scanner…