August 27th, 2007

firesea: self-portrait

bookshelf snapshot

Books are usually the one thing in my life I have organized. But with the advent of a very mobile nearly-one-year-old, the books in the living room have been getting shuffled about a bit, in that flurry of "he's going for the book put it away NOWbeforeheeatsit..."

The result is a rather... eclectic lineup, taken from one section:

Baby Signs
Freakonomics
Freemasons for Dummies (it's Andrei's, don't ask)
Erotic Bondage Handbook
Knots and Ropework (ok, at least these last two go together)
Oxford Book of Poetry for Children
and laid across the top, a copy of The Book of the Law

Farther down that same shelf appear books on home organization (ha!), small business management, the complete radio scripts of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and Toyota Prius electrical wiring diagrams.

Yeah.
firesea

*scamper*

Two hours of painting later, I'm finished with two pieces (including the monster that has been haunting me for the last four months), got a better idea for and painted over another one, and started another fresh.

I seriously need a little robot or daemon or something that can perch on my shoulder, detect when I'm getting mopey or stressed, and tell me "go paint. NOW. You'll feel much better. Aiden will be fine playing outside the studio. GO. PAINT. dumbass."

For that matter, if anyone sees me getting mopey online, feel free to sternly point me in the direction of my studio. No matter how often this happens, once I'm in that headspace it's very easy for me to forget how to get out.