The pain behind my left knee is like I kicked a burning horse, and it kicked back
Rick
@locktowndog.bsky.social
No spring chicken anymore. Artist. Art historian just short of a degree. Still working on it. Lazy servant to a stubborn doggo. Pagan, mindful heathen with animist/buddhist tendencies.
When I was sleeping last night, an earring tore thru an earlobe. I finally changed the pillowcase. #FirstWorldProblems
We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art, and very often in our art, the art of words.
My brother recalls us seeing Star Trek Wars, or whatever it was, on the opening weekend. He says I'm old now. 💀
brother: It's not like you were in danger, you only had 3 small strokes. me: 🤕
I woke up at 4am, and my legs are sore and tired already? Did I run a marathon last night? I'm an athlete!!!
After 34 years and a medical emergency, the manager decided to hire a graphic designer who specializes in AI "art".
Bought a box of albums which includes one by Laura Brannigen, hoping @stonemanwitch.bsky.social approves.
boy #1: What is the most surprising thing about having your strokes? me: My son/caretaker would be a pain in my fat ass. boy #1: Shocked. Shocked, I tell you. me: And he's apparently stupid as fuck.
boy #1: You're almost 60 and still buying albums and plants? me: ... So?
Edgar just stopped and looked at me like "Dad's playing his old music bullshit again."
Currently spinning on the turntable: Graham Nash - Innocent Eyes, 1986
Accidentally putting plant food in my coffee, because I need potassium... I guess. *SLURP*
Resharing for #InternationalSlothDay 🦥
Animal Aspects (Art History Animalia)@animal-aspects.bsky.social · 2y agoHappy #InternationalSlothDay 🦥 The #Sloth, 1968 from _A Paper Zoo: A Collection of Animal Poems by Modern American Poets_ selected by Renee Karol Weiss, illustrations by Ellen Raskin. commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:A_... #WomenArtists
"After 18 months, you should stop improving and be as well as can be." my reply: "Just fuck all the way off."
Boy #1: (building 2nd album shelf) You alphabetically organized the albums before. Want me to do that again? me: Yes, goddammit. boy #1: I'll see what I can do. me: It's already done. Just move them over.
boy #1: Have you considered screening for colon cancer? me: No, I don't want to know. (Lights a cigar) boy #1: There's no embarrassment anymore. me: So you say. (Puffs cigar)
boy #1: Ya know what you'll be remembered for? All of your pills. me: Not all of my books? Or you and boy #2 throwing apples at me, while I cut them out the air with a sword? Good to know. Good. To. Know. boy #1: You were still a good father. But you're weaker now. me: Good to know.
Currently spinning on the turntable. Steve Miller, Brave New World, 1969
