Between a dream and reality

I can't even start to understand the complexity of AI. Nor am I completely onboard with what is about to hit our society, world with AI taking over everything. But I did get caught up watching some of these beautiful AI creations and could not turn away.

I saw an AI trump scam today on YouTube selling crypto currency! It was obviously AI but you know they (not trump, someone) is going to scam lots of money from some viewers.  You can tell this was AI by watching his horrible mouth move.

Birds Dancing Between Dream and Reality | Surreal Music & Art, AI Dreams Gallery NeuR. 

 

 Visual Poems | The World in a Van Gogh Painting | A Canvas of Living Color [AI Music Video] by Nox

  

 “Betrayal” – A Surreal Journey Through Strange Beauty (AI Animated) by Kelly Boesch AI Art 

It is Tuesday, cold and raining

When I am cleaning, I always have pithy ideas to post, start writing it in my head. Then I sit down here, at the computer and I am not sure where they have gone!

After watching Sean Combs documentary of shame, I am convinced the he and piggy president are related. It is pretty salacious. He comes off as a complete narcissus who uses and abuses everyone around him ... he has to be on top.

It has been two months since Sean “Diddy” Combs was sentenced to four years in prison as a result of his landmark federal racketeering case. The hip-hop mogul was cleared of the more serious charges of racketeering and sex trafficking, and only found guilty of the lesser charge of transportation to engage in prostitution—a more lenient verdict than some expected, all things considered. But that didn’t stop one of Combs’ longtime rivals, rapper 50 Cent, from going ahead with his previously announced plans to executive produce a documentary chronicling Combs’ alleged misdeeds. Last week, that docuseries—Sean Combs: The Reckoning—arrived on Netflix, where it rocketed to the No. 1 television slot on the platform.

The series aims to cover a lot of ground in four hourlong episodes, going over the recent sexual assault allegations against the entrepreneur (which are still mounting in filed civil suits that currently tally over 70) as well as various prominent questions of his past, like, What, if any, is his alleged involvement in the murder of beloved rapper Tupac? Netflix has certainly promised a number of bombshells in the docuseries detailing Combs’ rise to prominence in the industry—but whether the streaming platform delivers on those promises is another matter. Here’s a breakdown of what to know from Sean Combs: The Reckoning.

I really love the depth of texture of Lindzeanne's handywork! It inspires me to want to create something.

When darkness falls

My brain can only take so much piggy president bullshit until it shuts down. This morning I have watched too much. 

But I admit, I had soooooo much fun yesterday watching piggy president received his participation prize. The entire ceremony is worth watching over and over again! I really hate our country right now. The trump corruption scheme is enriching them beyond belief and the rest of the US watches on, ignores? and goes hungry. 

I am trying to eat a bacon sandwich with Murphy hanging onto my every movement. I am having a hard time biting into the said sandwich. I am having teeth issues. If I do what the dentist says he needs to do, it will be a $40K cost. In the meantime, I have a cap in the front tooth that I have to eat around so I won't pull it out. Of all the old shit one has to put up with, this has been one of my challenging movements. I guess my big question to myself, am I going to be around 40K worth of dental work? I had paid $1,000's of dollars to the dentist and David didn't stay around to enjoy it. 

The girls treated me to a Christmas show this morning with a couple of tunes, one being Grandma go run-over by a reindeer.  

 

And the cats are fascinated by the crows, birds and squirrels feasting in the yard. 

 

Apparently we are having a severe weather warning, lots of rain and wind on the way. All I know is it is cold, although Siri says it is only 50 degrees outside. Dark, rainy, cold calls for blanket and Britbox. 

It gets dark round 3:30p ... Siri says sunset is at 4:30p. By 4:30p or 5p, I have already taken one of my 1mg melatonin (the kid's version) to ready myself for sleep. I usually take one more before I go to sleep. 

People laugh, but I really do get excited when I think of going to sleep around 5pm... What has happened to me? 

The girls knowing how to put something in my Amazon Wish List, really saves me effort in my Christmas shopping! 

The internet never disappoints! They were right on the memes.

Home is where my heart is

My house, home is far from perfect. It is dirty. Dusty. Dog hair everywhere now. The dog-destroyed carpets are partially cut out while we try and figure out what to do. I have blinds that need to be hung. The leather arms on chairs are destroyed by cats. Wood surfaces have seen too many drinks spilled on them. I need to vacuum (desperately). I do manage to keep the dishes done daily or we would be in a world of hurt. But I LOVE my home. I am content here. I feel alive here. I have all my favorite things here. I know each of you knows what I am talking about. 

I can look at every object and know who gave it to me, where it came from, how much I paid for it at the Goodwill or Antique store. Every dusty item has meaning and makes me feel extremely happy, connects to my time in this world, with my loved ones. 

With our transitioning from me to the family here and trying to make room for their stuff, their precious belongings, their memories can be pressing. Of course we do not have the same aesthetic, or sense of style. They don't understand the clutter (I call them collections) and I don't understand them sometimes in what they find valuable. It can be puzzling, on both ends. But we must adjust and make room for each other, respect each other's space. 

I have decided to start selling most of my cowboy/indian/Oaxacan art that is around the rest of the house. Most of it is just covered in dust and I never see it. 

I agree with the AD editor who said she judges a house on if there are books there or not. I think a home without books is just SAD and it does not compute. But that said, David and I had hundreds of art books in the studio that has become the kid's playroom/art room. Bri and I got rid of 80% of those books. Years of collecting. I am sure David was turning over in his grave but it was time to move on. 

I have favorite areas. Books. Baskets of colorful wooden block for kids to build things. Little boxes of all shapes to hide things in. Lots of bowls of shells and rocks to pick up and ponder. 

We should do a big blog post of our favorite things and each of us post it. Dust and all. I would love to see what others treasure the most. 

I think about my grandmother and all the cool stuff she had. She had some of those chicken made from beans, peas and corn art ... you know... I sure wish I had that now. 

 

Below: Feathers sent to me from Texas. Faith finds little feathers, or a feather she plucked from a fallen bird and will send me one. On alligator clips. A moose, from David. A vintage cowboy ad from magazine. Three Indian penny banks, found here and there. Small vintage books, mostly from my SIL. Lots of little boxes with "stuff" in them. David had that duck box since he was in college. David gave me that dark piece of art, it is Girl in a Secret Garden. A postcard of an Indian Chief from my friend. A hydrangea from my yard. Velveeta Boxes full of jars of 'stuff", probably tiny shells and sand.

 Basket full of shells, two magnifying glasses, shell book. Rocks and more shells. Poured concrete pots and art supplies.

 Lots of great books. One dead plant. Bowls full of rocks. Box full of tools, Matt's tools are all over this room. He has been working right outside. 

  Books I want closer to me than the bookcase. Baskets of colorful building blocks.

 

 

Into the woods

Carol K. Brown is someplace else.

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” –Henry David Thoreau

A new cat, a new color

I forget, because I hardly leave the house, that it is indeed a new color!

I saw this ad the other day, the same color as we painted the house.

 

I have been cleaning out my photos. The girls have taken 100's of photos and videos of themselves. But here a few documenting our lives.

The cats love Murphy and he loves them. And this is the newest cat Bri snuck into the house.

Collecting thoughts on collecting

Collecting! I get an email about estate sales in my area and my mouth starts watering. Window shopping via my phone. I mean I saw a quilt the other day for $21 bid that I squealed. I see vintage work cabinet drawers that I would die for. But ... I don't collect, buy, purchase, lust after anything anymore. My house is full. I am giving stuff away that I love. But it IS HARD TO LET GO.

And speaking of lusting after ... little silver spoons popped up the other day. I have a few of them that individuals have gifted me over the years. It is so hard not to want these Indian Spoons,

 

I tell the kids every year (and I told David), please just get me some feathers to go with my collection. I have a few that I have picked up or my friend has mailed me from Texas. But I could use a few more. They aren't expensive and I even sent them a link! I have a small Indian vase of them. This year I might just buy my own.