Mohawk Madness

Couldn't let the anniversary pass by without a new picture demonstrating the fact that I am truly and hopelessly uncool.

Miles to Go Before I Sleep

I have one hour in which to post before the day that marks the anniversary of my first blog post passes by. As I sat thinking of something profound to write about to commemorate this occasion, nothing struck me as so real or so true as the mention of this simple fact. I have one hour, and it's slipping away.

I love opportunities for remembering. This anniversary adds another contemplative date to the existing list of birthday, Christmas, New Year's, and Easter. Times to stop and think about times gone by; consider how life is being lived. Because, as I'm realizing, if you don't stop and evaluate, and in so doing, remind yourself what it is you want to live for, life slips by without much living going on.

I have one hour, and it's slipping away.

What has happened in this past year? I began and ended a program that placed me in the classroom and moved me toward the goal of being an art teacher. Furthermore, I began art lessons to put me on track to be working as a true artist. Good things. But in so doing I have missed the wedding of one of my closest friends, I have stretched myself thin, putting up more deadlines and heaping up more guilt for not meeting them.
Other things have also transpired. The painful things seem to stand out, and so it seems that the year has been marked by a progression in art and painful trials in just about everything else. Still, I guess pain is good if it teaches you something. Am I learning?

I have one hour, and it's slipping away.

Tonight I have to clean the studio, prepare for school tomorrow, write a reference letter, create a layout and captions for my website, put the finishing touches on a drawing, start a new drawing....and the list really could go on. What will get done? What is most important?

I have one hour, and it's slipping away.

When Robert Frost penned the unforgetable words, "But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep" he was talking about death. I read another quote recently that reminded me that each day--each hour even--is a microcosm of our lives. How we live today IS our life. The commitments keep adding up; "the burdens keep piling up on my back." What will get done in this hour, this year, this life? What is important?

I have one hour, and it's slipping away.

TGIF

Remember the good old days when television was great? I can recall Friday nights, glued to prime time television and the incredible "TGIF: Thank God it's Friday." Who could forget such classics as "Full House," "Perfect Strangers" and "Family Matters"? Give me an hour and a half of such excellent fare, along with pizza and popcorn, and life didn't seem as though it could get any better.

Now, as primetime television started to slip, there remained a "safe" alternative: the Family Channel. Maybe it's programming is not remembered as widely, but I have such fond memories of "Zorro," "Rin Tin Tin: K9 Cop," and the truly one-of-a-kind gem, "Maniac Mansion." Now, if the mention of such shows fills your heart with longing, then take a trip down memory lane by going to http://www.lounatale.com/index.html (after you enter, click on "Samples" and you'll find the "Maniac Mansion" theme). Also, check out http://www.mansionsite.com/mmpics.htm for some images to further jog your memory. Ah...TGIF!