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Medusa in San Francisco

Medusa in San Francisco

Ok, I was a little nervous
in the airport, but I looked at her
right in her eyes, and sure
she had her hair up sometimes,
but why would that make any
difference? What I am saying
is that a thousand times I smiled
into her sweet face, at the restaurant
where the owner also took her hands,
in the sleepy park, at pizza—she
even drank some of my soda—in the bath
where I made love to her dirty hair, all that
and the moment of parting, waving
and waving at her, even when her head
disappeared up the escalator and then
her collarbone, hips, knees and perfect feet,
and my heart lost whatever small bits
of stone it ever could have had, and yes
time stopped and now everyone everywhere
looks like they are from out of Vigeland Park,
stone, sure, but smooth and naked and tangled.


WILLIAM WINFIELD WRIGHT

I have no tub. Shower only.

I'm officially a crabby old lady. I complained about kids riding scooters on the second floor. They were loud! **gumming my food**

Rip from Tumblr

Boxed set

Ooo Here's a clever, imaginative idea

Have Colin Farrell, star of Phone Booth, stand in a phone booth! What wit! What pithy social commentary!

But at least it's red.

This is red, but not Colin Farrell.

This is Colin Farrell, but not red.

Meant this one

Just this

Some accented asshole (sounds Russian) is yelling in the parking lot.

God only knows why

But I took a couple of pictures of myself. I think it's because my hair is growing. I had 17" of hair sheared from my head in June 2010. Me as Cousin It:

But now it's growing out. Past my shoulders. I love my hair!

Facebook, Twitter

I've been updating. Twitter: ginmuse Facebook: ginconn Shock me by friending me

Waiting for Nutcracker to download. I took tap & ballet as a child and, except for loving the noise the taps made, I was terrible. Only the Sugar Plum Fairies make me want to be en pointe. I think I was ADHD or whatever that affliction is, but LOOK AT ME NOW!!!

So anyway. all 3 bracelets sold.

Feel very strange

Listed 3 Sterling Silver CHarm bracelets, Halloween and Day of the Dead. Hope someone buys them. The non sterling ones aren't selling and I have another fucking non payer. Curses!

Also, I wrote 3 poems, or started 3. One is I dream of you at night. I really like it.

NANO starts November first. I'm clearing the decks for it

There must be something...

I am gearing up for Punkin's big season. Bracelets to buy, krylon to inhale. I'm going big on horror movie charms/bracelets.

eBay is a wee bit slow. But sold the first Day of the Dead charm bracelet I listed (only $9.99, but I do have to get rid of them.) So I'm working. Kind.

Thunder boomers, lights go out, had a grasshopper in last night. It's sad because the A/C kills them, but not quickly. Killed it about 2am. So of course I've been up since 2 am. Sitting shiva.



Yay. Him now

What happens when you neglect your blog

I have been castigating myself

Because I have bought so many note books, unlined/lined but WHY? Here's what's happening: I start something and don't follow through.

Book of Shadows
Haiku ~ which will house About a Frog IF I can find it. I'm sure it's in a notebook....
Apache Junction

I have done 2 journals on Paris... and have found beaucoup amounts of articles and images from Paris.

La situation est assez inquiétante!

I need to maintain a CENTRAL file. I need to be organized.

And of course it's 7:07 pm and I am yawning.



Not mine, but I love this page!

Does this mean .... ?

Fog

'Nother New One

I kinda like this one too.

I'm not writing. I'm a little depressed. Fell off a bus on the 23rd and bruised a lung. It still hurts. It still takes my breath away. Literally. Contacted Lindsey to find a lawyer here in Tucson; haven't heard from her yet.

Crushing on a dead guy

Not the pic I wanted. Do love him as Muldoon but crushing harder on Craven in Edge of Darkness and as Coop in The Scold's Bridle, a very strange wonderful mystery by Minette Walters, dramatized by the BBC. He died a year later, of cancer. He smoked in the movie.

Noticing this, as I a sinking into a depression over the lack of healing of my bruised lung, diminished mobility and fear of buses, all a part of my falling off a bus a week ago. I'm going to sue, because the fuck @ SunTran never had the adjuster call me, or return my call from today. They want me to go away. I want me to go away too, but to fight it, I need a lawyer to kick their ass.

And once again, the race is on to see if me will save me.

Superstition Mountains

I have been trying to get them right. Have switched to acrylics (with the usual over spending when I haven't used up my supplies). Acrylics do a more dramatic job.

Love. Just Love.

I absolutely LOVE Moonlight Journey! Greatest GOTHIC/HALLOWEEN backgrounds, which I have used as backgrounds and as inspiration for watercolors!

I was wondering how I would illustrate this entry (you know me and images) but they've made it easy:



Check 'em out!

Pages from my 2nd Paris Art Journal

My first double page spread

This will be Gin's Art Journal blog. I'm Gin. *giggles*

I love Color Box inks. That's what made the petals. And I love to mix watercolor crayons, pencils and paints. I bought some paint pots in Paris, and thankfully I went back and got another plastic case before I left. Never so prescient usually.

It's cool outside

I am oddly drawn to this image. I don't know why. My own behavior is hidden from me now. Of course, all will be clear in retrospect. It always is.

Yes, I'm home. The hotel gave me a great rate to become a long term resident, so I live here now.

Im going to Apache Junction and the Apache Trail next week. I'm excited about that. I was supposed to go to the eye doctor this morning, about some floating black thing in my left eye, but I slept instead. I like sleeping right now. And overeating. Whatever could this mean???

Maybe it will all come in a dream. I dream vigorously now. I credit my meds though they seem to be a bit of a let down. I'm not doing a damn thing but shopping on eBay, Walmart and Walgreens. I need the junk I'm buying, like a dust buster and some sneaks, and a Brita water filter instead of spending beaucoup bucks on Arrowhead deliveries, but I cant seem to stop myself.

This too will pass? Collecting shit to sell myself on eBay, as soon as I get back from the Apache Trail.

HOME HOME HOME HOME HOME HOME HOME HOME HOME HOME HOME HOME

+ I can read a subway map!

Getting desperate!

*click*click*click* There's no place like home, there's no place...



Paris is so, foreign. Do they arrange affaires for the strangers or just throw a big meet and greet?



Great doors and facades though.

I'm beginning to recognize some French

but of course, not to speak it.

Damn! I miss home!



The sound of english! I feel deaf and mute. Not paranoid. I don't think anyone's plotting against me. I doubt if they even notice me. Self-absorbed people, the french.

I look for ruby red slippers and can't find any.

Art Journaling

& making a mess. I have an Artist Statement:

I never impose order on what I create. I don't like it and I'm not sure I know what it is.

Catchy, no?