Thursday, March 13, 2025

Casting bad joojoo on a jerk

I had a trump voodoo doll years ago and gave it to the dog to chew up. I think I am going to make a new one to get me through the coming years. I am finding it hard not to be an angry white woman. So I have been avoiding people. 

My biological dad died the other day. We never did have a proper father/daughter relationship. I didn't know him and I didn't really wish to know him. He was never a prominent figure in my life and I was never upset about that, except when my step-mother would accuse me of being disloyal to him. BTW, I adored my step-mother, although we had our ups and downs, at least we talked to each other, debated and fought with each other but we had a relationship! 

My parents divorced when I was a baby and my father remarried and had his own family. I never felt neglected or left-out, I was just not a part of that family. I was in great relationships with my paternal grandparents and that made up for any lack of fatherly love I might have had. I have been speaking a lot to my half-brother the last couple of days. He also had a contentious relationship with his dad and is really feeling his loss right now. I quit speaking with my father and sister during trump's first disastrous term in office, and I preferred to leave it like that. I guess it boils down to feeling a loss of having my final parent pass, all of those generations gone. My generation is the next to pass. Life goes on.

 

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Monday, March 03, 2025

Paint-by-numbers abstractions

I finally got Covid. I had dinner with friends, who also had invited some other friends ... and we all got Covid. I shared mine with Matt. So far, everyone else has been Covid-free. 

I am out of F words. I am speechless of what we just witnessed in the oval office. Putin must be drinking vodka straight from the bottle as he high-fives donald and his clown show. 

We are now isolated. Without friends. I fear a big economic collapse coming out way when these 1,000's of unemployed workers start trying to survive on unemployment  while trying to find new employment, if they can. Crypto currency push by trump is scaring me. I mean, crypto currency is a money-laundering scheme! There are so many signs. Signs that we have seen coming for years if we kept going down this stupid-self-destruck-maga-path. 

Anyway, enuf said. There is honestly not much else to say about our state of affairs at the moment. 

I slept away Covid and now I am back on dish-duty. 

Hope everyone is doing okay in these crazy times. 

Lui Ferreyra work is wonderful. Fractal abstractions of reality. And his Instagram.  

“When I was a child my dad showed me one of those graphics made up of a bunch of dots that are supposed to determine whether you’re color blind or not. At first, I didn’t see anything and I thought he was kidding around, but after a focused effort, I discovered a hidden number that emerged out of the jumbled mess of dots. Once I saw it I couldn’t unsee it. It seemed like magic to me. I think that was probably when I fell in love with the notion of deconstructing the visual field. It showed me, way back then, that an image didn’t need to be photo-realistic– that you could represent an image partially and the viewer’s mind could finish the rest.”