November 28, 2008

Pumpkin face

I came across this little guy at the bottom of a box of Reeses Pieces the other day. He must have been hiding there since Halloween, and I couldn't bring myself to eat him. He now lives on my bookshelf among the other skulls where nobody will mistake him for something edible.

November 26, 2008

My 'type"

Following a link posted by one of my favorite bloggers Bluepoppy, I entered my blog into this analyzer, and it came up with this image:

It says that, according to what I have written on my blog pages, that I am a doer:
The active and playful type. They are especially attuned to people and things around them and often full of energy, talking, joking and engaging in physical outdoor activities. The Doers are happiest with action-filled work which craves their full attention and focus. They might be very impulsive and more keen on starting something new than following it through. They might have a problem with sitting still or remaining inactive for any period of time.

This is SO accurate! at least in terms of what I have written on the blog pages. Very cool!

I also did the Myers-Briggs test again, and it says I am an INTJ Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging. I AM introverted, but I DO try to refrain from judging!

It does align with the Crow totem, though - seeing a vision of the future, and helping people to get to that vision. As long as I don't have to leave my house and actually talk to people.

November 14, 2008


As I was walking to work this morning, I saw a young, attractive woman cross the street at the light. She was dressed in jogging gear and had her hair in a pony tail. She was carrying a white cane, and despite (obviously) being partially blind, she was marching along at a very good pace with her held high. I admired her strength and courage, and thought about how incredibly difficult it would be to be even partially blind. How devoid of beauty and everything that, to me, makes life worth living. I am such a visual person that any loss of sight would be devastating for me.

I know that if I lost my sight, the other senses would become stronger, but somehow, it just isn’t the same, and isn’t as fundamental to who I am.

Oh sure, I like music. But I only listen passively, and don’t get particularly engaged. I prefer silence.

I like to eat good food, but I like it even better if I can cook it myself, which requires me to be able to see.

I enjoy scent, too, and love to make my own perfumes. But crafting perfume isn’t as fully engaging as visual art.

I admire people who have learned to enjoy life without seeing. For a visual artist, that is the most tragic thing that could happen.