Ok, gang, it’s my birthday, so I’m going to show you guys all my favorite treasures!
The Force is strong in this one.
That time I filled a chest with treasure, buried in the yard, drew a map and took Gabriel on a treasure hunt the next day.
Adelia our baby girl!
This is @rosehillenart, the love of my life!
Here’s a newborn Gabriel! (he’s 3 now)
I usually post a picture then share to social media, changing the caption for each picture, erasing the previous caption. I’m going to try just piling the captions on each other to preserve them and you’ll have to try your match up the old captions with their pictures.
Here’s my theory on “The Man in the High Castle.” There will be spoilers a bit. The underlying theme of TMITHC is that in the world the characters inhabit, America lost WWII. The Nazis developed the atomic bomb 1st and dropped it on Washington DC.
The next important element is that movies from alternative realities exist that depict various other outcomes of the war, most notably the US winning WWII. These films somehow travel from alternate realities to the one in TMITHC. Eventually, it becomes apparent that the films are brought by people traveling from the various realities. My theory is that since the atomic bomb seems to be the deciding factor in the war, the bomb has rent the fabric separating these realities.
In quantum physics, we learn that we cannot know both the speed and position of any quantum particle. Measuring one variable affects the others. This is known as “the Uncertainty Principle.” Furthermore when a substance is heated, it expands, because the molecules become excited and move around more. When an atom becomes excited, it’s electrons’ orbits jump to encompass a larger area.
In TMITHC, I believe the travelers jump from one reality to another because of the rift from the atom bomb and the nuclear level heat and vibration caused by the bomb. I haven’t read the book because I want to finish the series 1st without spoilers and I haven’t had a chance to see the 3rd season yet, so it may have been explained already without my knowledge. Maybe I’m right maybe only partly. Maybe I’m dead wrong. Maybe they never say. Let me know what you think.
When I was a kid, there was a phrase that meant “great!” It was, “Out of sight!”. “Man, this cheeseburger is out of sight!” usually, “out-a-sight!” I was going to to call this painting “Friends are out of sight!” because friends are great, and each of these 3 friends are there for each other even when they are invisible. Ghosts dissappear, black cats can’t be seen in the dark, and the moon seems to disappear once a month. With these three particular friends, they are still right there even when they can’t be seen, but real friends are there for you even when they’re not actually there. You know they will stand up for you, and encourage you, and protect you even when you are apart. Now, that’s “Out of sight!”
TBT to this picture of me as a pirate. I had to give up this sweet pirate coat when we moved to Oregon.
Ahoy, Mateys! Ye have found the treasure! Shiver me timbers. Thar be the Jolly Roger linoprint, the pirate Ship print (that is definitely not haunted by the way. Harrr!), and of course, the classic “Adventures of Dinosaur Space Pirate!” to pass the time bellow decks. With International Talk Like A Pirate Day coming up on September 19th, ye best shake a peg leg & hook yer booty today!
Just click on the picture ye want to claim yer treasure!
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I’ve been working on this for a few days and I think it’s getting close. Either that or I’m going to start over lol. I wanted to do a big kali Night painting on watercolor paper with watercolors. I’ve been doing them small in ink on a really absorbant paper from the Himalayas, which is culturally poetic, but I wanted to see what I could do with a medium I have more experience with after learning on a less forgiving media. Turns out I face many of the same difficulties.
Having said that, it is nice to really wade into watercolors again. There’s a much more alchemical feel to them, because the colors interact with each other differently. With inks they’re all just basically dyes. At least the ones I was using, anyway.
Raising children is hard. It’s draining in a way that isn’t apparent, no pun intended. It’s not like heavy lifting all day, although there is definitely some of that. It’s the constant attention demanded of you, the rituals you must perform, even if you don’t understand why, (my 3 year old likes to hold the Olvaltine can before I make his chocolate milk… Is he weighing the difference from yesterday, does he just want to feel involved, does he want to shake it, because he doesn’t always? I just know he wants to hold it.) There’s the life threatening situations occurring on a daily basis. They seek them out. Child proof my home? The only child proof home is the one without a child in it. There’s the cleaning up the same toys over and over, the squirmy diaper changes, the endless attempts to get them to eat something. God forbid they eat the same thing twice.
I’m not afraid of hard work. I’ve worked at myriad jobs for thirty years. All day every day. I’ve dealt with problem customers, cooked fast food, worked with complicated machines, and dangerous chemicals. I’ve worked nights, I’ve been the boss, and I’ve been the low man on the totem pole. I’ve worked in creative fields and manual labor. Nothing I’ve done is as difficult as it is to raise children. Nor has any of my various jobs been anywhere near as satisfying.
My children are the most important thing in my life. I love them more than I ever thought was possible. It is an honor and a privilege to be the stay at home daddy. It is the most meaningful endeavor that I have ever undertaken. It is also the most enjoyable. We have fun, we play, we go to the park. We learn together, we draw, we have music. I am so lucky to be in this situation, I can’t be it.
But, man, I am tired at the end of the day.
I always fall sort. I fail myself, my expectations, and my family. I will never not fail. Not every time. Just occasionally. It’s unpredictable. It is very difficult to accept. Yet I am enough. I try my best. I will fall short. It will have to be enough. That’s why we have family; to carry each other when by ourselves we fall. It is my shortcomings that make me need others, and my shortcomings that make me feel unworthy of others.