Of course, I don’t mean that politically.
But emotional isolation is some form of cushioning.
Of course, I don’t mean that politically.
But emotional isolation is some form of cushioning.
a solipsistic exhibitionist?
“Community”, like “family”, might be overrated.
((((((((what’s wrong with solipsism?))))))))
Have you noticed how, with new babies, it’s always “adoration of the magi”?
Happy one-year wedding anniversary to me and my fella, who had to go to the dentist today, poor darling. What a long strange trip it’s been!
An art idea came to me on reading this quotation in the New York Times this morning: “Nobody did drip paintings after Pollock.”
How about doing miniature drip paintings, so tiny and precise but still with some kind of calculated abandon, using wee little brushes and paintpots.
I think they could be cunning — as long as they didn’t look like refrigerator magnets.
They would certainly turn the tenets of “abstract expressionism” on their heads///
I can almost visualize myself on my deathbed, saying, “My wardrobe did this to me…”.
More dresses:
Will anyone else out there admit that they are a compulsive shopper? It’s a shameful thing. Gary and I are both compulsive shoppers. This is something I’m extremely concerned about as I worry we are compromising our retirements (although someone pointed out that we will have a lot of great CDs to listen to), not to mention crowding ourselves out of our perfectly sufficient 850 square ft. apt.
I’m interested in the relationship of shopping to neurotransmitters. I couldn’t find much online about it, but here’s an interesting paragraph that confirms my suspicions:
And indeed, who has not felt the frisson of acquisition? I suppose that’s what the world runs on now. Shameful. Shameful.