I am enjoying going back to the very beginning. Oh, we were all so young and innocent. And I had no idea what the heck I was doing…
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Hello, my name is Arthur, and I am a recovering artoholic…
OK, not really. I have no intention of giving up art…I am art…if you see what I mean.
As we speak, so to say, I am in the final editing process of my, (if I do say so myself) hilarious 400 page sci-fi novel, I am trying to learn how to use the digital studio I got for Christmas so I can do multi-track recordings of my original songs, and I am finishing a Santa Claus tiki I carved for my awesome wife, Cherilyn, putting on a protective coat of varnish…
Ooooh, let me try something, I will be right back…
OK, admittedly not one of my most impressive works of art. And that isn’t all my wife got for Christmas, just so you know…
But I managed to take a picture with my phone, upload it to Facebook, move it to Photoshop, change it to a Gif file, and get it to my blog…
This is a major victory for me, because computers are all about logic, and as I pointed out, I am not about logic at all…
So this brings me to my next point. I have decided, after much soul-searching, to not only pour my art out, but my very life as well. And as you get to know me and love me like I love myself, I am going to get to know this infernal machine. As a side note, I once formatted my hard drive trying to install a game. In my ignorance I was following poorly translated instructions and working under the assumption that if a computer asked you once if you were sure you wanted to delete the ‘hamster on a piano’ file, then it would ask at least twice if you were sure you wanted it to commit suicide…my bad…
So as I try to fold and feed my life story into this narrow, rising column of words and pictures, it will be a learning experience for all of us. I do not know where this journey will lead us, but I hope you decide to travel with me…And hopefully, I will not do anything stupid and blow my computer (and us) up…
Pouring My Art Out 
Dear pmao,
I’ve been away for EIGHT MONTHS and what do I find when I return? You’re still reblogging! Stop it.
Love Dotty xxx
p.s. congrats on doing the book.
Since you are one of three people who read the early stuff, reblogging is fair game. Also, I am trying to focus on spreading my written stuff around so I get noticed.
This is interesting for the few of us who didn’t know about you way back when.
Only three people knew about me.
And they’re all currently wards of the state and on suicide watch if that tells you anything.
That is only two thirds true!
Well, yeah. You managed to slip their surly bonds.
I hate surlyness.
Sharp as ever. Some day I would like to meet you. I have only been there once on business. I used to have a girl who was so enamored with me she had talked her parents into letting me live with them in Mill Valley. Yeah, I blew that one big time. Didn’t go.
Well… I live in San Diego now… against my will… but call me if you are ever in the area…
I have been there twice in the distant past. We went there to film Col. Sanders at Torrey Pines on one of the ocean bluffs but it was socked in and the helo pilot wasn’t having any part of it. We went up and found a spot on some God-forsaken Black mountain top for a shot later in the day. We flew over head and talked Dick, the Colonel’s long-time driver over a series of fire trails to the spot. No civilian gps back then.
When they finally got there the sun was starting to set and this was the last day. We pulled the camera off of the helo mount, no small feat since it is all delicately counter-balance, and did a low angle shot of the Colonel with the sun setting in the background. Wham bam and thank you ‘mam. For lo these many years it has hung as a larger-than-life-size mural in the entrance of KFC HQ in Louisville. Doesn’t look bad for a 16mm blow-up.
The kicker was when we got finished. We hopped in the helo and the fuel is waaaay down. We have to leave Dick and the Colonel to find their own way out in the dark while we hot-footed it back to base. We were so low on fuel we had to request emergency permission to fly across the restricted flight space of Miramar. Good times! Much more interesting than the side trip to Tijuana.
I bet the Colonel never sold nuggets that were half chicken…
No. The product quality started a down hill slide when Jack Massey and John Y. Brown bought out the Colonel who sadly went for cash and no stock options. OUCH! He was only a figurehead spokesperson thereafter and contractually could not dis the new company. I can remember him making appearances before managers and manager trainees in classes after that. He would tell them the gravy tasted like wallpaper paste and proceed to tell them how to make good gravy and baked beans. None of them even gave him the honorable courtesy of taken notes or appearing to do so or thanked him for his advice. They had no control in the store anyway, but giving him his due would have been the right thing to do. It was pretty damn sad.
You gotta love American business culture. Corporations are people, just like soylent green.
Fun post! You got it right with this: “try to fold and feed my life story into this narrow, rising column” – so real life! Nice time travel to this post
I am trying to focus on spreading my novel and other writings around, so I am sort of cheating a little. I have been spending too much time doing funny Photoshop pictures.
not cheating – it’s summer! (no guilt. no guilt. no guilt…repeat)
no guilt… wash… rinse… repeat…