Digital Sketch Book: in the classic style

2011-11-30T23:39:00.001-05:00

2011-11-30T20:07:00.001-05:00

2011-10-11T14:16:00.001-04:00

Please vote for me in Art Takes Miami!

http://kennamlindsay.see.me/atm2011

Last Summer in a nutshell: all things come to an end

2011-10-06T01:47:00.001-04:00

2011-10-05T18:14:00.001-04:00

It's kind of absurd how much better painting my toe nails makes me feel.

summer

2011-08-05T10:35:00.001-04:00

Sacha Goldberger

2011-08-01T10:54:00.001-04:00

Also, Sacha Goldberger is pretty cool, his website isn't very informative but check out his name in google image search.

2011-08-01T10:38:00.001-04:00

Right Wing terrorism?

Some Business things: also thoughts

2011-07-24T23:34:00.004-04:00

www.onetothefourth.com

So click that link (above) to see a photo group I participate in for fun. Feel free to ask me how to participate and or re-post this somewhere.

Other thoughts:

how do you go from being someone to 'takes pictures' to someone who is a 'photographer'

I'm gonna think about that more and get back to you.

I know you are reading this: do you know who you are?

2011-05-11T18:33:00.000-04:00

more update: from the last two weeks

2011-04-21T18:16:00.005-04:00

He Told Me Not To Even Breath: A Secret Hard To Keep

2011-04-21T12:52:00.004-04:00

you should click on the lyrics to hear the song :)

Started out with my brother, first man i loved
Or should I say that he loved me
I was in second grade, he was fourteen
In the shady of the trees
there was a summer breeze
Whole thing's a blurry dream
Behind the house quiet as a mouse
He told me not to breathe
A secret hard to keep
I didn't know till thirteen
By then I knew what to do
just an old routine
All the boys had a thing for me

You see me trying to smile up on this pole
But I'm just hiding the pain that’s deep in my soul
You wanna fuck me
I already know
You wanna fuck me and toss me back on the floor

You see me trying to smile up on this pole
But I'm just hiding the pain that’s deep in my soul
You wanna fuck me
I already know
You wanna fuck me and toss me back on the floor

My mama use to say your the brightest star
In life, you're sure to go so far

Been at this club about four years
Hooked on dope, crying in the mirror
When we were just little girls
We learned to dance in mama’s pearls
Baby bend over and shake that ass
You wanna come home with me
Hoping you fall in love with me
I could make love to you for free
We could just get a place and start a life
And try to make things right.

You see me trying to smile up on this pole
But I'm just hiding the pain that’s deep in my soul
You wanna fuck me
I already know
You wanna fuck me and toss me back on the floor

You see me trying to smile up on this pole
But I'm just hiding the pain that’s deep in my soul
You wanna fuck me
I already know
You wanna fuck me and toss me back on the floor

You see me trying to smile up on this pole
But I'm just hiding the pain that’s deep in my soul
You wanna fuck me
I already know
You wanna fuck me and toss me back on the floor

You see me trying to smile up on this pole
But I'm just hiding the pain that’s deep in my soul
You wanna fuck me
I already know
You wanna fuck me and toss me back on the floor

inspiration: artist ect.

2011-04-19T16:28:00.002-04:00

kiki smith

ana mendieta

Marina Abramovic

Damien Hirst

Francis Bacon

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself: today I bought the flowers myself

2011-04-10T23:18:00.005-04:00

missing my father: automobiles

2011-04-07T21:56:00.000-04:00

female : anatomy

2011-04-07T21:50:00.001-04:00

untitled: but only sort of

2011-04-06T19:16:00.002-04:00

This Is Alexa, Lexa, Alexandra.

I'm in love with this girl.

We both have blue hair right now, totally unplanned.

I write homoerotic literature about how in love with this girl I am.

I stalk her photographs on facebook

and send her random text messages.

I send her my homoerotic poetry that is inspired by her.

She tells me she loves it.

I am so scared, that if we actually tried to be together it would ruin everything.

I am so scared that my mother will hate me.

blue hair, red lipstick.

Tattoo: comic self portrait

2011-04-05T21:50:00.002-04:00

The Dresden Dolls - Amanda talking about writing "Slide" Wilbur Theatre ...

2011-04-03T19:26:00.000-04:00

'Slide', The Dresden Dolls

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slide

a late april day and it's sunny outside
and a red little girl's at the top of a slide
and an an orange old man at the bottom
wants to take her for a ride
as she slips and she tumbles the orange man mumbles
pennies crash down from the sky
and he tells her he'll take her away where it's safe
and of course it is a lie
she's a third the down and her skirts are yanked up
and her little girl cheeks start to wrinkle
but her smile is wide and her legs are spread wider
her hair growing long and her hips getting larger
past getting brighter
light growing weaker....
she is halfway down now but the man is impatient
shakes change in his pocket he might have to wait but she's coming...
she's coming...

who are you blaming?
they're just playing!
that's a good one...
who left the playground
a good decade before the bell rang?

as she starts to draw nearer the view becomes clearer
the splinters are painful but she doesn't feel it
the pennies were loaded and as they exploded
she starts to spin out of control...
her eyes are now closing her sleeves are unrolling
up past her head and her veins are all showing
not that she noticed she's thoroughly focused on
one old man who's laughing...
who's laughing....
dont' worry
i've got you
don't worry
i've got you

the orangeman got you.....

video: self portrait

2011-04-03T19:12:00.005-04:00

listening to - amanda palmers cover of the death cab for cutie song " I will follow you into the dark."

a series of childhood self portraits: but only sort of

2011-04-03T19:05:00.002-04:00

having a view that doesn't look at other dorm buildings: best choice of my life? I think so.

2011-04-02T11:33:00.003-04:00

saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike: she'll eat you alive

2011-03-31T09:49:00.002-04:00

The Unbearable Lightness of Being: If she couldn't love her fourteen-year-old schoolboy, she could at least love cubism.

2011-03-29T20:01:00.000-04:00

Franz often spoke about his mother to Sabina, perhaps even with a certain unconscious ulterior motive he assumed that Sabina would be charmed by his ability to be faithful, that it would win her over.

What he did not know was that Sabina was charmed more by betrayal than by fidelity. The word "fidelity" reminded her of her father, a small-town puritan, who spent his Sundays painting away at canvases of woodland sunsets and roses in vases. Thanks to him, she started drawing as a child. When she was fourteen, she fell in love with a boy her age. Her father was so frightened that he would not let her out of the house by herself for a year. One day,. he showed her some Picasso reproductions and made fun of them. If she couldn't love her fourteen-year-old schoolboy, she could at least love cubism. After completing school, she want off to Prague with the euphoric feeling that now at last she could betray her home.

Betrayal. From tender youth we are told by father and teacher that betrayal is the most heinous offense imaginable. But what is betrayal? Betrayal means breaking ranks. Betrayal means breaking ranks and going off into the unknown. Sabina knew of nothing more magnificent than going off into the unknown.

How is it week 4: artists books was pretty much the best choice ever

2011-03-29T00:42:00.001-04:00

Damnit All: Snow in march

2011-03-24T23:31:00.003-04:00

excerpts from Lolita: Vladimir Nabokov

2011-03-23T18:24:00.002-04:00

"Her legs, her lovely live legs, were not too close together, and when my hand located what it sought, a dreamy and eerie expression, half-pleasure, half-pain, came over those childish features."

"She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; then my darling would draw away with a nervous toss of her hair, and then again come darkly near and let me feed on her open mouth, while with a generosity that was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I gave her to hold in her awkward fist the scepter of my passion."

"All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other's soul and flesh; but there we were, unable even to mate as slum children would have so easily found an opportunity to do."

and when she was good she was very very good.

2011-03-23T15:33:00.000-04:00

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. (American poet, 1807-1882)

There was a little girl, who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead,
And when she was good, she was very, very good,
But when she was bad she was horrid.

She stood on her head, on her little trundle bed,
With nobody by for to hinder;
She screamed and she squalled, she yelled and she bawled,
And drummed her little heels against the winder.
Her mother heard the noise, and thought it was the boys
Playing in the empty attic,
She rushed upstairs, and caught her unawares,
And spanked her, most emphatic.

barcode: I used to want to get one tattooed on the nape of my neck, when I was like 14, how lame is that?

2011-03-22T20:37:00.003-04:00

apartment life: best choice ever, I Think yes.

2011-03-19T14:35:00.001-04:00

new work: I finally got internet at my apartment and hope to get back into this, we'll see

2011-03-19T14:28:00.002-04:00

living by myself is great.

2011-03-17T12:18:00.000-04:00

peut-il être temps pour moi de boire du vin blanc à Paris et à embrasser les filles l'artattractive maintenant?

my blog : QR code

2011-01-31T05:23:00.001-05:00

Winter Struggle: This Cold Bites My Bones

2011-01-21T20:32:00.004-05:00

Going to start doing something with my life now. This idling is dangerous.

I once had a friend who was way to young to die: I guess death is one of those things some people do to life

2011-01-11T03:40:00.004-05:00

Rest in peace Ryan Phillips.

Other images from over break: got another external hard drive and now I can upload new things again.

2011-01-08T19:43:00.004-05:00

Fish Skin: Mountain

2010-12-20T18:31:00.003-05:00

Last Few days: How is it really Christmas Time?

2010-12-19T22:16:00.001-05:00

My senior year of high school on Christmas eve a girl I had known since middle school died in an accident (we aren't ever going to be sure it was but is it easier to think of it that way). How is it possible for that to be three years ago now? Soon I will be turning twenty one, hurrah I guess. At least I made it this far?

Great Musical I saw today at the JCC: with Nate, I guess that makes it a date

2010-12-13T02:10:00.001-05:00

This was pretty much the greatest part of the last three weeks.

Totally worth going to see.

Turning over and over: A New Page

2010-12-11T20:01:00.002-05:00

Going to start doing this again regularly... Hopefully.

Start of winter: Persephone

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However, it was a rule of the Fates that whoever consumed food or drink in the Underworld was doomed to spend eternity there. Before Persephone was released to Hermes, who had been sent to retrieve her, Hades tricked her into eating pomegranate seeds, (six, seven, eight, or perhaps four according to the telling)which forced her to return to the underworld for the winter each year. In some versions, Ascalaphus informed the other deities that Persephone had eaten the pomegranate seeds. When Demeter and her daughter were united, the Earth flourished with vegetation and color, but for some months each year, when Persephone returned to the underworld, the earth once again became a barren realm.

Re-Reading: a book I read when I was 15 going on sweet 16

2010-11-20T23:07:00.005-05:00

Most of highschool for me in is a blur.
I was messed up a lot, on a lot of things, not all of them substances.

Now in what I like to think of as my right mind (Right-er Mind?), re-reading this book, even within the first few pages has all ready reminded me of how relevant it really was and still is to me.

Carol Goodman - The Lake Of Dead Languages

I remember when I bought it from the book store by my house, and that it took me forever to read it, or at least it felt like forever.

I started it in december of 2005, and finished it in january of 2006.

By happenstance January 2006 is when my mothers father died.
I remember reading it in the car on the way to the burial site.
I remember reading it on the blow up mattress in the living room of my Paternal Grandmothers house.
I remember using the light from my MP3 player to read it under the sheets late at night, so I didn't wake up my brother who was asleep on the couch.
I had gotten off the phone with my boyfriend at the time, he really didn't understand what a mess I was.
but then again I didn't either.

I don't think I really understood what a mess that was until later when I was told more about my mothers family this past summer.

No wonder everything was a mess.

Aethena ( her real name is Ellen Craven, but I have come to think of the girls by the classical names they've chosen for class) is the last to finish washing. She asked for extra credit, for more declensions and verb conjugations to learn, so she is up to her elbows in blue ink. She holds out her forarms for me to see and there is no way to avoid looking at the scar on her right arm that starts at the base of her palm and snakes up to the crook of her elbow. She sees me wince.

Athena shrugs "it was a stupid thing to do," she says. "I was all messed up over this boy last year, you know?"

Protege Moi: Protect Me Protect Me

2010-11-20T18:25:00.001-05:00

cameron is in town: we are strangly alike?

2010-11-16T13:25:00.002-05:00

Something I am Going to be Working on Soon: read as, totally cool and gonna rock this world

2010-11-07T02:33:00.002-05:00

Kenna Lindsay and Glenn Sweeney Collaborate to be Awesome

keep an eye on it :)

just for you Dan: some pictures I have taken recently that haven't seemed to make it up here.

2010-11-05T02:28:00.003-04:00

there are some pictures on my phone I have been meaning to put up as well.

and actually I still take pictures for this blog, but they don't make it to the blog most of the time.

Shadow Play: Another Year

2010-10-17T17:55:00.002-04:00

been a while blog-o-sphere.

I'm back at school, more than halfway through the quarter.
Thanksgiving is on its way, then Christmas, and photo projects are all over the place.

Robert Mento: a friend of mine from highschool has produced his first album, way to go him

2010-08-10T23:53:00.001-04:00

part of his album!

more not photography:spoken word

2010-08-03T05:26:00.000-04:00

Feelin' Exitential by Theonlykenna

ted talks: if more people watched this instead of tv we might get somewhere.

2010-08-03T00:34:00.000-04:00

so in love with this song: I promise I'm gonna start posting pictures again soon

2010-08-01T19:59:00.000-04:00

Afrodite - The Drive Home (Radio Mix) by Afrodite

musical inspiration?

2010-07-30T02:45:00.000-04:00

so awesome
just so so so awesome.
I can't wait to be able to do that again.

Untitled

2010-07-23T01:06:00.009-04:00

Pictures from today at my grandmothers house: the quilt room is a place that I spent a lot of time as a child

2010-07-21T23:59:00.003-04:00

A portrait of Mary Elizabeth Wallis: in things not people.

2010-07-21T23:14:00.008-04:00

First day in Louisiana: evil grandmothers sink

2010-07-21T10:31:00.001-04:00

hello crazy mean grandmother :how I wish you were just six feet from me

2010-07-20T07:27:00.002-04:00

In a few hours I will be packing up the car with my mother to go see her mother.

Gonna be honest I am scared.

Pictures to follow.

of my grandmothers house, both grandmothers, and my dead relatives resting sites, and family that I have been forbidden to meet until now.

Haven't posted lately: Going to Louisiana next Tuseday, Devine Secrets of a Yaya Summerhood

2010-07-15T15:46:00.002-04:00

I've been talking to my mom and learning more crazy things about my family.

my life is going to make a really interesting book, when I am done with it.

however

it will make a more interesting musical.

I can't wait to see a whole group of tap dancers synchronized to a song about the nature of my depression in the seventh grade. Or a solo piece about rape.

Now that would be ironic.

Evil grandma, here we come.

Breakfast today at 3 pm: some music, a window sill.

2010-07-03T17:44:00.005-04:00

breakfast this morning, cherries, black berries, dates, a carrot, some spinage and greens mix, and a sandwhich, composed of one egg over hard, two slices of whole grain break, some sliced turkey, and swiss cheese.

ST. BEETHOVEN "Superfuzz" vs Party Dark "Let's Go" (DiCkNaStY! remix) by DickNasty!

Pictures from my first trip home in 4 years: everything has changed and everything is exactly the same, and so am I.

2010-06-28T23:20:00.012-04:00

Do you remember how we used to play there.

like we had magic powers and were on adventures.

It seems like thats so far away now.

"the trees look so much bigger than they did when I was here last." - Me

"Kenna looks so much bigger than when she was here last."- The Trees

Social Life: what does that mean any way?

2010-06-26T14:07:00.003-04:00

A lot of the time I read/ look at the pictures other people are posting on their photo blog and feel like the things I take pictures of/ draw/paint are totally meaningless and insignificant.

I guess I would just like to feel validated some how.

but then again we all would, wouldn't we?

Austin: Dad and Cameron, Feet

2010-06-26T01:45:00.001-04:00

Austin: for the weekend I went to see my brother with my dad

2010-06-25T22:50:00.007-04:00

this is going to be a shit show.

photos later tonight.

Late Night drives down town: cell phone pictures, because its less dangerous than using a DSRL at 80 miles an hour.

2010-06-23T21:57:00.002-04:00

some pictures I have taken on my phone in the last few days.

more can be found here:

http://theonlykenna.snaplog.com/#

Fathers Day: why does my dad want to work on things in the back yard today? I don't get it.

2010-06-20T18:57:00.004-04:00

RIT Alumni Association boating event: PDNB gallery opening for lee freidlander

2010-06-19T22:09:00.003-04:00

Self Portrait: car mirror at 6:30 am on the way home

2010-06-16T20:14:00.001-04:00

Pitcher Plants and Bromeliads: I named the carnivorious one Hannibal

2010-06-15T22:32:00.001-04:00

Fine Art Photography program: are you ready for this?

2010-06-14T02:29:00.000-04:00

terrarium supplies, awkward weekend: starbucks and old but good friends

2010-06-14T01:37:00.009-04:00

new hobby: to take my mind of things

2010-06-13T19:41:00.001-04:00

I'm going to start building terreriums, apparently my dad used to keep them. It scares me that it seems like I become more and more like him with every passing day.

He likes photography, and was a hobbiest, we like the same music, we like cars, we make little worlds for plants?

But somehow it seems like we can barely ever do anything together.

Why does this have to be so difficult.

got my lap top back today: spend the time without internet cleaning my room

2010-06-10T18:40:00.001-04:00

laptop out of commission: weird guitarist I met with last night

2010-06-06T18:05:00.003-04:00

so I took my laptop to the mac store today so they could send it away to the mac hospital and fix the random sleep thing its been doing forever (just in time for the last two months of my warranty)

last night I met at a coffee place with a guitarist who wants me to shoot his band, so they can get some promotional materials out there.

he never stopped talking, but Im not really surprised, most front men I know are like that.

I hope this turns out to be a real job and not some creep trying to turn it into a date.

I'm gonna cross my fingers on that one.

Thats Me: In The Tweety Bird Suit

2010-06-04T00:42:00.001-04:00

Self Portrait: balancing on camera flash wih ambiant practice

2010-06-03T14:25:00.002-04:00

I think my favorite thing about summer time (the fact that its warm and having a car aside)
is that I actually have time to take care of myself and eat food that isnt terrible for me, and wash my face.

its nice.

also
huzzah to sunscreen.

Mug Shot: some sort of tribal something thats starting somewhere in me somehow

2010-06-01T22:47:00.001-04:00

some websites I wanted to share: the first two are so awesome

2010-06-01T03:52:00.003-04:00

simply noise

rainy mood

endless youtube

also my car just broke.
:(

I don't know where to start: first legitiment post of the summer

2010-05-31T22:40:00.004-04:00

Summer reading.

perfect mother?

here is a really pixel-y picture of the harp I plan on buying.
its acoustic/electric
I really can't wait to get my hands on it.

I can't wait to learn to make sounds the way I make pictures.

I've been drawing more: so here is a photo of a sketchbook

2010-05-31T14:22:00.005-04:00

I couldn't sleep last night so I have been cleaning my room.

my hair is a different set of color now, yay.

later today I am going to the used book store to see if I can track down books for the independent study I am taking with prof. Mary Lynn Broe next spring about women in Paris in the twenties and their writing, salons, and gender bending, should be a good time.

progress with the mom project is slow, going to locate a therapist to oversee our bickering on Tuesday.
so far the tally is
2 really good discussion : 1 really brutal fight

home: behind my desk.

2010-05-29T14:21:00.001-04:00

old habits:die hard

2010-05-28T04:25:00.003-04:00

I have decided its time for me to pick up music again.

my evil grandmother has a bank account with money in it that she has been in control of since I was born.
right now it is a pretty penny
I have decided that money is going towards a light meter (cause god knows I need one, and having one that I can read the manual for and play with will make me way more comfortable with it) and a harp.

I played harp starting when I was around six years old and stopped around fifteen because I couldn't find a teacher who would let me play anything more interesting than christmas music, which is the source of my displeasure with the holiday season.

next year should be interesting.
this summer should be interesting.

home again home again: jiggity jog

2010-05-27T12:34:00.000-04:00

website for ad photo: soon to be added to this pages links

2010-05-20T23:07:00.001-04:00

http://people.rit.edu/kml2334/

so in love with this song: I love percussion

2010-05-20T01:07:00.001-04:00

broken: again

2010-05-15T11:45:00.002-04:00

I broke my point and shoot camera.

thats frustrating.
guess its time to start researching for a new one.

video stuff: I've done lately.

2010-05-13T19:33:00.002-04:00

I Can't wait till I get back to posting here regularly.

pictures I have taken recently that never got put up here.

2010-05-13T11:07:00.009-04:00

Plan For Myself: Maybe I'll find some answers

2010-05-04T15:01:00.002-04:00

In a phone call with my mother earlier this quarter, I told her that this summer I wanted to see a therapist with her.
I've been in Women's Stories Women's Films with Prof. Orwin all quarter and we have done a lot of interesting readings, and watched a lot of interesting movies.

I don't want to work at the porn store again this summer.
At some point I have to go to Louisiana to visit my evil grandmother (read as: my maternal grandmother((read read as: Liz Wallace))).
That will be interesting because I haven't seen her in years, probably since I was seventeen.

My goal for the summer is to come to an understanding with my mother.

I am tired of not being able to send her a mothers day card from the store, because I feel like thanking her for all the "understanding and advice, just when I needed it" would be a lie.

God forbid (if he could) something falls out of my womb, maybe I will get a bunch of mothers day cards, and cut out the words inside, and put them in a jar.
So when I need to be reminded what I need to be, I can pick one out and read it.

It Seems like my desk is always covered in these things: I really hope I start doing this on a daily basis again over the summer

2010-04-25T22:30:00.001-04:00

My lame attempt at street photo: Photohouse goes to NYC, and actually enjoys themselves

2010-04-21T10:09:00.002-04:00

last weekend photohouse went to NYC.

I saw a show at the ICP museum that was really cool about a photographer Tichy'

I want to start making my own cameras out of trash (sounds like a project for the summer)

how am I ever going to make a living doing this.

oh well...

Yesterday Was Nates 21st birthday: This is a Picture of Our Cat

2010-04-07T09:06:00.002-04:00

I had to take a picture of this because her name is Wenesday and now she is covered in spider webs.

awesome.

Its really beautiful outside today. The fog last night was really pretty.

today is an Elliot Smith sort of day.

this past week: thank god its been sunny, but not for the sunburn.

2010-04-05T08:32:00.004-04:00

Live Through This, and You Won't Look Back: I've been really bad at keeping up with this

2010-04-01T01:19:00.003-04:00

Hopefully things will even out soon.

My camera still goes with me everywhere.

And I'm still taking pictures, the trouble is more about uploading them and posting.

Soon the photohouse yearbook needs to be submitted for printing.

My Autobiography professor is Nuts, in a really good way, but still nuts. The people in my Womens Stories Womens Films class just tend to get on my nerves.

maybe I am to opinionated about that kind of thing.

Today is April Fools day,

that means that traditionally its the day that I call my mom and tell her I am pregnant, or gay, or muslim, or something.

I really need to get into a daily ritual.

I think it would be good for me

that needs to involve tea, and reading, and cleanliness, and this blog, and my other blog.

Taking twenty credit hours on top of e-board doesn't leave a lot of me time.

I'll survive.

posting in the photohouse meeting: I've been elected as the new president

2010-03-28T13:31:00.002-04:00

Bisected Cupcake: Assless Chair

2010-03-26T00:06:00.000-04:00

Self Portrait: Rain

2010-03-23T16:11:00.003-04:00

My therapist said you were being passive aggressive and that's why you reminded me of my father.

My 'boyfriend' and I are arguing: This is dumb

2010-03-23T01:34:00.002-04:00

Nate is pissed off because I lallygagged and he didn't get to eat when he needed to.

Since when was I a mind reader?

I was pretty comfortable being single earlier in the summer, are relationships really worth my effort?

At least when I am single I can feel comfortable and sure in the fact that I am going to die alone and crazy like all the artist you read about in books.

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Swamped: It's A State of Being

2010-03-21T23:25:00.003-04:00

So over the weekend I think I fell in love with 4x5.

I have the digital versions on my computer but it doesnt seem like photoshop wants to open those.

but I want to post them as soon as possible.

I can totally take a picture of the poloroids on photobooth though.

It's an Ani Difranco kind of day again.

I really can't stand people, but you can't live with them, and you can't live without them.

I miss having time to draw.

I bought oil paint at the Art Store the other day. Going to work on that more when I get the chance.

Let is snow Let it snow Let it snow: where do I find time to do everything and sleep

2010-03-19T01:40:00.003-04:00