Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Excerpt from Or-LA-ando roadtrip - only the cows know.

The desert is a sad lonely place. No wonder people come here to hide bodies. I thought I had seen poor towns in my lifetime but nothing compared to the shanties of population 4 , unnamed desert towns I saw drifting by my window on my way to the corner of New Mexico.

We were driving all the way from San Antonio Texas to the far corner of New Mexico. Very close to the border of Colorado. I had a friend, Carrie, who had moved to Farmingham New Mexico, not because it was lavish or pretty, not because they had a lot of anything really. Well, unless you count that really reddish clay dirt. They had a lot of that. So much that it seemed to blanket the city like snow. Stuck on to cafe windows, It reddened the fur of white stray dogs, and it was as depressing as the rain. Actually more depressing because atleast wet is refreshing.

The best thing about this town was this cafe that served a mean southwest breakfest but even that couldn't make up for the awful feeling that you got. It was like dispair. A town everyone always dreamt of leaving. A goal everyone in that town wanted to aspire too and the shameful feeling they wore on their faces as day in and day out they ate from the same breakfast menu at that little rundown cafe.

I didn't know any of this yet. I was still antcipating seeing my friend and was very curious to see how she was living. The desert sometimes creeped me out, and I was sick of driving and riding and I had to pee. We both had to pee, but we were in the middle of the desert nothing around for miles.  In the middle of the night we stopped on the side of the road, somewhere nearing roswell. We grabbed the napkins we had gotten from the taco stand in San Antonio, thinking ahead and stashing some napkins was a good idea. Cows gathered near the fence where we were peeing as if they hadn't seen a human in decades. Or perhaps two girls peeing on the side of the road in the middle of the night was just some good entertainment for them.

It wasn't the cows but something about the desert was very eerie.

Earlier that day we had lots of energy as we left San Antonio. The wonderful food we ate, the people we met. The inn we stayed at which was amazing. If there was ever a fun city travel chapter in my life it would be the San Antonio Chapter. I would tell you about the weed I found on the bathroom floor of this crabshack place, and how even though it was only regs we had deemed it roadtrip weed. Or how the innkeeper hid in our closet, how we giggled that night high, drunk, and even snorted a line or two of cocaine. Not because we are druggies, but because we accepted and respected the rules of the road.

The innkeeper and his friend had given us more pot, and a line a piece to snort if we needed to stay awake on the road. We had a cooler filled with Heineken keg cans, the drugs our new found friends had given us, plus more weed in a cloth bag decorated with a monkey print fabric when we rolled up to the DWI Stop. Later on we found out that because of all of the reservations around the area there are lots of DWI's because the Indians get their government checks and go to town, which is a few hours away to get wasted and then drive back.

2 cute young women roll up to these cops. We tell them our story and what we are doing. How I'm helping my friend move across country. They shine their lights in the back and see all the moving boxes and items and tell us to be safe, don't go out into the desert alone!

Indeed. If there is one thing I can't say enough it's that the desert is freaky.  For every one story about the desert their are a thousand that have gone untold. Things you can't explain, things that make you feel queasy or lonely, or both. A place were good and evil are placed together in a sweet and sour candy tart.

We were smoking some weed, and deciding what cd's we should put in next when I thought I saw something in the corner of my eye. As I turned my head it seemed to back off. It was like a brownish blob gurgling it's way right along side the car, but every time you turned to look at it., it would back up. Must be this crazy ass bathroom floor weed we are smoking. Who knows what's in it anyway. It could be laced with opium. or rat posion, or ashes from someone's dear aunt sally.

To cope with this idea I cracked open a lukewarm beer. I'm fairly sure there are only a few instances in which cracking open a lukewarm beer while riding in a car is appropriate but brown blob beside car sounds like it might be one of those instances.

The ride was about 16 hours long. A few highlights included our drive by look at Roswell NM in the middle of the night. They have alien head street lights. I took a picture of them on a disposable camera that will later be lost, found and still never developed.

We made it that night to Carrie's and had some conversation with her. Something about Carrie always lit you up even when you were dragging ass. She told us all about the area, the stuff she had seen, local legend. She asked us exactly the route we had to traveled. "I can't believe you traveled through that part, you know the Indians won't go through that section of the desert." She said. After inquiring why and what the local lore  was she had said that quite a few Indians had gone missing over that area. "If you believe, it comes after you"." It appears like a brown blob floating over to you but it will crash your car" Just then my road trip friend spoke up. "Oh My God I saw it!, and I said I did too, I just thought I was high and hallucinating."

Was it true, Was brown blob spirit thing licking it's chops for us? Did it want to ride along side us? Did it want to cause us harm? Did it want to make it's presence known? Did it think we were foolish? Maybe those cows know.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Life hacks plus Pintrest

Life hacks, what doesn't work, and why your Pintrest projects fail  


So I was having a conversation about Life Hacks and why are they called Life Hacks. They are more like clever ideas. Some that just don't even work. You'll see people post links on facebook all the time who think the ideas are cool but have just never tried them. There are so many of them Myth Busters could do a whole show on them. 

Here is a roundup of Life Hacks that I have found don't work.

  1. Listerene Foot Bath - doesn't work, turns your feet blue
  2. Toilet Paper roll cuff for wrapping paper- doesn't work falls off, never fits right
  3. Turn back of muffin pan into a cookie bowl maker - doesn't work because what is featured is an ACTUAL Cookie bowl creator and not a muffin tin. 
  4. Get a new pair of 5 dollar flip flops because a bread clip isn't saving them. 
  5. A Cupcake sandwich makes just as much mess as if you just eat the damn cupcake as is.
We seem to take these "Life Hack Instructions" as truths. I was throughly disgusted at my feet after doing the listerene bath as my feet looked like they should be severed, belonging in a morgue with a toe tag on them. And don't try to impress coworkers at a picnic with your skills in making a cupcake sandwich. you'll end up looking like idiot with frosting on your fingers and crumbs on your shirt. 

On one side of the coin from life hacks that just don't work, we have Pintrest fails from people that can't write, or follow directions correctly.  Sometimes I wonder about people. Unless you are very skilled or an excellent cook, baker you should always follow the directions to a tee, and adjust if something doesn't work for you. I've noticed quite a bit of things. 

  1. Cakes and cookies need to be completely cooled before adding icing/frosting. Otherwise you end up with a melty mess. 
  2. Grease your pan so things will not stick or use a silicone baking mat
  3. Taste as you go, check temps and consistency
  4. Have the necessary tools, ingredients  
  5. Read the instructions all the way through before starting
  6. Don't take shortcuts you don't know will work
  7. Use quality supplies 
And lastly know your skill set, take free classes, or read and do tutorials online. Test, Experiment and keep going. 








Tuesday, January 7, 2014

I lost my marinade in a sea of confusion. 

I'm not sure what is wrong with me. I think I might be suffering from the worst kind of hangover ever. and it's not the type that a large handle of rum causes. Although I do know that type of hangover pretty well.

After the holidays, and after finally moving into a new house I feel pretty uninspired. All of these things I had in my head that where marinating and waiting to be spilled out into a creative hot stew waiting to be pushed out to all who would love to experience it... just got lost in a sea of confusion. 

I feel like I'm just grasping at anything and everything right now and coming up empty handed. 

I know it is up to me to fix this. and perhaps this is just part of the process, of growing and evolving. You can not grow if you don't fail. If you're having one success after another you are not living up to the potential you have. 

Success feels good, growing pains and change are uncomfortable.  

I'm working on a bunch of things to remedy my current situation. I need to feel inspired but inspiration isn't something that always comes easy. For me it's a huge thought process, it's the foundation of creativity. It's the DNA building blocks, it's that shot of espresso, that psychedelic tea, that craft beer, that secret ingredient in your marinade, that one little switch that turns the light on in your head.

So what's my plan? It's everything and anything. It's to just keep going,  pushing through. Looking, seeing, doing, trying, creating, sketching, writing, cooking, conversing, being curious about everything and anything. Trying new things, listening to different points of view. Putting my hands everywhere, Opening my mind a bit wider, stretching, walking, and whatever floats my boat.

So here is a list of things I have compiled. 
  • Write down the things that inspire me 
  • Read 
  • Write and Blog
  • Sketch - keep a sketch book
  • Unpack my Art Studio and get settled in
  • Get together with creative people and have conversations
  • Cook, Create a recipe, 
  • Write everything I can down
  • Share and ask for comments and constructive critiques
  • Push away my negative thoughts and self doubt to give way to positivity and confidence
  • Hang up Art in my house from me and the people that inspire me.
  • Network within the art and digital media communities in my area. 
  • Experiment 
  • Keep an Art Journal
So I am planning on using this blog to keep track of it all and to communicate with others and hopefully get some feed back. If nothing else it will keep me from falling off a cliff and back into a sea of confusion. 

Lets see where this is headed.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Music Video Monday

Music Video Monday - Not really a music video but Dom from the Supervillians with Junkie Rush covering their song In the Morning. This made my Monday better.


Sunday, August 7, 2011

Libby's Daily Blog - Start

Thinking about starting up a blog again. Let's see where this takes me.