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Sunday, July 31, 2016

One More Day

Pigeon Risk Time (PRT) officially starts tomorrow.

I am tentatively...... very tentatively.....hoping that we have finally gone from horrible to bad to neutral to.... dare I even say it?

Please join me in skipping August completely.
PRT seamlessly integrates as an alternate time to avoid Bad August Things.

Think of it as a time-mod.

Yesterday I took Daya up to my old neighborhood in Astoria, where my first apartment was.
I took her to all my old spots, and to Astoria Park to stand by the water.

There was a lovely wedding party taking pics in front of the water, they looked so beautiful and happy and I hope they stay that way. I hope they defy the odds.

Pics are looking over the East River at Manhattan.
I love my beautiful city.

To cryptically answer yesterday's amazing... ladies, use your imagination.

That is all.

Saturday, July 30, 2016

This Man

.... is amazing.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016


It is so odd how there are so many things that just roll off me, and then something very small and meaningless hits me in a sharp way.

Does it matter? No.
Does it have any real bearing on my life? No.
Does it make me think it is part of a pattern of interactions I keep experiencing? Yes.
Why does it matter with this specific person? I don't know. That's what I have to look at. The circumstance, I guess. Words spoken. I actually believed it. And I wanted a friend.

People always change their minds.  They say one thing, nothing happens (that I am aware of), and then their minds just change.

I'm done.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Mad! Super Color

I came home yesterday AND THE HEAT WAS ON.

The building's sensor was zapped or something and it is controlled by a computer in the landlord's office. Which mistakenly switched the heat ON in heat-advisory 92 degree weather.

It was worst pun ever NOT COOL.

Carey said our theme is Super Color because she is very astute and she knew somewhere in her maze-mind that I have Diane Townsend fluorescent pastels. They are obnoxiously bright.

That's how cool Carey is.  She knows Things.

If this is not super color then I do not know what is.

Melting Tree
ACEO pastel on colourfix primed watercolor paper

These things are so fantastically bright 
they almost hurt your eyes.

Monday, July 25, 2016


I'm trying to figure myself out which is probably not possible this time of year in this awful heat. I'm such a heat-wimp.  Cannot deal.

I had no AC when I was pregnant and that was beyond terrible. I might have heat-related PTSD from it. (although my stupid ex had no problem installing an AC in his girlfriend's apartment that summer..................)

Summer is just so awful.

I'm having really odd dreams, which is pretty normal for me but last night I had a wacky time-travel NYC dream.  It was the 1800s I think. The stores and shops looked pretty cool and there was a particular family that had just moved here from Somewhere Else.  They had no money so they did what everyone does- they found work. In a shop. the girl- the daughter- met a man and was engaged to be married.  During the work day there was a problem with the water in the shop, a flood, and the girl got soaked and caught a chill. She needed to get warm (still at work) and no one would help her change into something dry due to religious beliefs about a baptized Christian woman (which she was and they were) not having her chest bare.  So she died right then and there from wet cold while they all stood around with their stupid religious beliefs and refused to help her when it would have been so easy to do.

Being awake is no less odd.
I'm trying to sort out why some people (ok person) have (has) been a Big Deal and yet, someone else who is really awesome (truly) and "now" just isn't.

I'm trying to work out why the person who was a Big Deal was so because maybe a couple of times in a lifetime you meet someone you connect with like that and why this other awesome person (who really is fantastic) just isn't a Big Deal. And it seems so very, very wrong and messed up that life is like that.

Or maybe I lost the capacity...maybe it got burned out or bruised or it just quit and died, I don't know.

To make this an even wackier post, you can use rubbing alcohol with a brush with panpastels.  It works especially well with the metallic colors.

Keep cats away from panpastels, they have messed up a few of mine. I don't know what it is about cats and panpastels, but keep them covered and away from cats.

Cat Damage.
There is a cat claw hole in 
the bottom pink pan (not pictured)

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Well DUH

SUMMER IS DANGEROUS, people...avoid at all costs.

Notify NYC

Notification issued 7/23/16 at 7:33 PM. The National Weather Service has issued an Excessive Heat Watch for NYC for Monday, July 25 from 11:00 AM until 6:00 PM. An Excessive Heat Watch means that conditions are favorable for high heat indices to occur, which can be dangerous to health. Avoid strenuous activity. People without air conditioning, older adults, and people with chronic health conditions are most at risk. Cooling centers will be open. More info: or call 311.

For the latest weather information, visit

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Energy Shift

Sometimes I'm really slow.
Too slow. I take too long.

Then, I start saying these things to myself and I answer myself, "Hey- but you have had this, this, and that to deal with."

And I say to myself, "You know, you're right. and it is a lot."

And I tell myself to be nice to me because of all the stuff I have had to deal with.

I have been very brave and sometimes a little unexpected fun is nice.
It's sad that my heart isn't there, I know where it is unfortunately but I do need a little more fun in my life.
So i'm ok with it.

Sometimes a little fun is what we need when we don't have what we really need and want.

Spider-Cat Kid

Daya has turned into a Spider-Cat.

Friday, July 22, 2016

Mad: Mist

I'm late on the theme again because I have a terrible case of summer lethargy.
Summer is the most dreadful season and I will be so glad when it is over.

Here is some misty snow.
8x10 pastel on Richeson sanded paper

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Pink & Middle School & More Flippy

Daya got on the Pink Team, which she wanted.

We also went down in person to get her into our preferred middle school which we are not zoned for but really should be. They looked at her straight A report card and the rejected appeal and immediately registered her and stuck her in the honors program.

While waiting to start middle school, Daya flips around and walks around on her hands.

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Fuckwit Neighbor Update

So, this is pretty funny.....

1. They moved the piano. Olga thought she was so clever to hack my bluetooth speaker signal but I prevailed with good old-fashioned wires and plugs.  I guess they got sick of my sonic revenge and the piano is no longer a problem.

2. I was chatting with the super the other day and I mentioned Olga had moved the piano. The super said he thinks something is wrong with Olga mentally (duh!).  And apparently her upstairs neighbors left music on for ONE NIGHT and she went nuts over it. The super said it wasn't even that bad, and it was a one-time incident. (It prob was loud but one night is just one night.)

I'm pretty sensitive to noise but I only consider it a problem if it is a chronic thing. Something not chronic is ok.  It ends.  Not a big deal.

3. Last night after I posted my ice cave, I got ready to sleep.  I went in the bathroom to brush my teeth. My window was open and I heard commotion in the courtyard behind my building where all the stupid teenagers hang out. They are loud and annoying but I can't hear them with my AC on.  And they haven't been as bad this year as in previous years when I had to call 311 every single night. (Though that hangout spot is problematic and the police show up fairly often)

Well, Olga was freaking out at them.  Not out the window, either- she actually walked around the block to the other building to go yell at them in person. The teens are residents of that building so they weren't trespassing.

When I say Olga lost it, I mean she really, really lost it.  She was ranting and yelling crazy things at them, and was louder than they ever were!  ALSO Olga allows her two kids to play back there during the day!

One of the girls told her to go to the psych ward. They were still yelling when I went to sleep, but I couldn't hear it anymore over the AC.

And all I can say is....


Mad!! Ice Caves!!

My ice cave is late even though I started it last week.
pastel on colourfix primed paper, 5x7

Carey and I just happened to do almost the exact same composition!!

Also, I think the whole point of Ice Caves was for me to use my iridescent Senns.  Obviously.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Playground Plein Air

I insisted we get outside today, so we went to the playground.
Daya did her thing- flips, hanging upside down. etc...and I did my thing- painting.

I am finding that pastels travel really well.

Here is my plein air.
Pastel on watercolor board that I primed with green colorfix primer.

Oh, and I sold the Book Genie! YAY!
I'm so glad she has a wonderful loving home.

Thursday, July 07, 2016

Tortie ACEO

I have a project at work which involves a bunch of waiting for files to publish.
So I brought my small set of Rembrandt half-sticks and did this little ACEO.

Pastel on Colourfix

Wednesday, July 06, 2016

A Night Painting

Here's a little 9x12 I did last night.
I'm kind of shocked I finished it to be honest.

Pastel (all Unisons they are like butter omg) 
on maroon Colourfix paper

Tuesday, July 05, 2016

Mad: Notebook FINISHED

A week late but done!!

Book Genie
9x12 pastel on Uart 400

Friday, July 01, 2016

Bloggy Break Sort-Of

Just today I very suddenly reached a point of needing to take a break from daily blogging.
Not sure yet if I'll actually be able to go to sleep without having a blog post lined up....

That will be weird.

But it's been..,, what- a year and a half of dailies and I think I need a bit of a time-out, at least from posting daily.

Like a bloggy summer vacation.

It is July and July is gross and leads right into Pigeon Risk Time (PRT).