There's no way out of here, when you come in you're in for good
There was no promise made, the part you've played, the chance you took
There are no boundaries set, the time and yet you waste it still
So it slips through your hands like grains of sand, you watch it go
There's no time to be lost, you'll pay the cost so get it right
There's no way out of here, when you come in you're in for good
And never was there an answer, there an answer
Not without listening, without seeing
There are no answers here, when you look out you don't see in
There was no promise made, the part you've played, the chance you took
There's no way out of here, when you come in you're in for good
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last night, inspired without a doubt by miss jen, I dreamed that I was hugely pregnant with twin babies-- they were near full-term-size and moving around inside of a loose sac of skin down the front of me.
in the dream I was also a film-making movie heroine, driving cars into and being rescued out of red lakes and pedalling kinetic sculptures along sunset ridges.
the dream and I both were vivid, epic, and complexly textured.
Finished! Yes! Even though it took me twice as long as everyone else in the class, and has its share of forgivable imperfections, ze bag ez fini! It's a pretty girly bag, but I made more for the experience rather than "a need for more bag."
Howdy, howdy.
So, currently, I have been getting crafty. Just a smidge, but I am planning on wading further and further into the world of fabrics and paints and stamps and knitting and god knows what else. I've wanted to learn to sew for years and years, and now, thanks to the Home Ec Workshop, that dream is slowly being realized. I am almost done with this bag that I hope turns out just cool enough. Cool enough for a project of this complexity. However, I will post that pic when it is completed.
In the meantime, I did manage to get some patches that I hand painted sewn onto a pair of jeans that my friend, Jon, donated to me. It is really all experimental right now. And I tend to go for sloppy-chic while figuring out how to make what I like actually work.
The text on the patches are part of a poem I wrote years back. The complete poem goes
"Outlive your demons.
Transform them
into a pool of raw resources.
Nourish not only yourself
but all those around you
willing and able to accept and benefit.
When being chased by tigers,
make pancakes.
- The Lesson of Sambo"
updates...
this is pretty handy-- AAA has an online calculator for estimating how much a roadtrip will run you in gas-- for instance, for my friend's wedding near albany, ny in august, it would run me about $240 to drive versus $350 to fly. nifty.
