Accidents, continued

I do think I may keep blogging my spills, breakings and other accidents, preferrably via photo…today’s wouldn’t really come out in a picture: during a meeting, I kept scratching my leg with a retractable pen, which turned out not to be retracted. Fortunately I was wearing dark blue pants, so I’m the only person who noticed the black sketch explosion on my thigh.

Dropped Iron, Yoghurt Foot

After two remarkable accidents today–among the steady hum of spills, stumbles and modest catastrophes that colors my physical ambit–I wondered if there might be some intangible intrinsic value to these mishaps. Every day these things happen, and they frustrate me. Thwarted, cursing–what am I missing? Maybe there is a message in what shatters? I’ll try to pay more attention.

Make a Brick

All new breathing: after a sludgy weekend, the head-cold breaks, just in time for a return to the workweek. Sniffled & cleaned much of the weekend, to less than hoped result.

At one point I consulted the Oblique Strategies, which stated: “Not building a wall, but making a brick”. I thought, ‘Yeah, exactly”, but now I’m not sure how small the brick is supposed to be. Maybe I need to go back further: “Not making a brick, but finding the mud.”

I Can’t Wait for This Spring

Katie Eary Spring Collection

///

Mark of the Least

Minor Seconds blog is at full ebb. Summer seems to be the slow season by far. But then last fall was when things really got cooking around here, following a similar silent phase, so–

I’d concede to feeling pretty uninspired and generally drained for a while – for reasons probably already sufficiently alluded to – but I hope to brighten the creeative corners, and fall is always a favored season for that. Whether or not this translates into swole blogging will remain to be seen…

Shortly, I creep in to 30[s]. Son of Sam Hain, get yourself back!

***
Where is my other?

***

Note from Mom

Tweren’t

Out of want for an appropriate and efficient modality for quick blags and general micropithyness, and with some inspiration from Minor blogcrush Vander Yacht, I’ve christened my ship in the waters of Twitter:

twitter.com/cord___

Oh, eaten words, you taste so good!

Qwik Prediktion

In the non-distant future: Nelson Angelo & Joyce (1972) will be rediscovered, and be a lot of people’s favorite (un)lost classic record (or at least, one of mine)

Test Test

Syncing or Sinking?

Gallery Hours

Yesterday afternoon I spent the afternoon working in the gallery I used to call job; at the desk of the past. Here’s an interlude against self-pity and stress-stoking, in celebration of slow time.