This is the very first post I ever did. I am going to start reblogging my early posts, because when I started, I had this crazy idea that people would read the whole thing from the bottom up. Also, because it isn’t fair that the one or two of you who were here then have to suffer alone… but mostly, I like this post because it explains how my brain works… which I now describe as ‘having crack squirrels in my cranium… which is shorter…

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All about me…

They say that people are either inclined towards the art or logic side of the brain…

I took a study skills class when I went back to take some college classes a few years ago. I thought that this would prove helpful, since I dropped out of high school in 1977. One of the things we did in this class was fill out a 200 page questionnaire that asked questions like; do you learn better listening to a live speaker or by reading the material? and; when cleaning a room, do you start in the middle, or at one edge, or just start picking things up? There were also many questions that were not so obviously oriented and much more random. Then, this survey, done by psychology majors, broke your life down into three sections involving work, play and life in general. There was a sliding bar graph for each section that would place you on the logic or art side of this scale, with ten points alloted to either side.

Now most people fall close to the middle on all three of the graph lines. People that are considered art side or logic side oriented would place with perhaps a 2 or 3 and a 4 or 5 on the appropriate side. Rarely you might get a 7 or 8. As far as I have been able to determine, I am the only person in the history of this test to get two 10s and a 9 on the art side. I am not just art side of the brain inclined, I am perversely incapable of accessing the logic side of the brain. All my life has been a struggle to come up with artistic solutions to logic problems. I do not do anything like normal people do. I am a freak of nature. But this does explain why I do not have my multiplication tables memorized. Or my own cell phone number. Oh well, nature gives with one hand and takes away with the other.

I am 51 years old. And I am an artist. Not that I make any money off my art, because that would require access to the logic side of my brain, I guess. I have been writing and drawing since I was a kid. Every project I begin opens up new avenues of art which I feel compelled to explore, so I do not always finish my projects, although I did just complete a science fiction novel which I have high hopes for. So to make a long story not much longer, I paint, draw, make tikis, do Photoshop, write poetry, fiction, non-fiction, play the guitar and write songs, make military models, and so on and so on…

Is it fun to be me? No. Is it fun to watch me being me? Sometimes…

So I am going to rip my brain and my heart open and share whatever pours out with you. I will perpetually Hari Kiri my guts out for you to sift through to find what nuggets of gold you may amongst the offal.  You might want to put on some gloves…and possibly rain boots as well…

I love you all…