just a little rant

I've been reading lots of other blogs in the past week or so, spending way too much time reading accounts of blogger conventions, both real and virtual. And some of these accounts are kind of, um, boring and maybe just a little too self-serving for my taste. That said, I've probably just pissed off the few people who actually take the time to read this, but I guess I'm just pissed at myself, really. All this time spent perusing these accounts from BlogHer were a convenient avoidance maneuver. I should be spending time in my studio, getting ready for upcoming shows, making stuff for my etsy shop, and planning for the next three weeks teaching. Or at the very least, I could have been tackling a few projects around the house that need attention, like vacuuming or laundry or mowing the lawns, or writing letters to my congressman.

Meanwhile, out in the real world (as opposed to the virtual one, although lately I'll admit it's hard to tell which is which.) The shit has hit the fan. Really. Have you noticed how the world seems a bit surreal lately? Everyone seems to be walking around in a daze, like they're pretty sure this is just a crazy dream and they'll be waking up soon, so why should they bother paying too much attention? Have you seen this video of our President? The man who's known as the leader of the Free World? (In this country anyway) What the hell is going on, and why is he still talking?



Recently I've been feeling as if I've suddenly lost my voice. Not my physical voice; it's more like I've lost my psychic voice, the one I hear in my head. The world is going to hell in a handbasket, and I can't put the words together succinctly enough to make sense of it. So I'm resolving to go to my studio and make stuff. I'll listen to NPR, stay away from my computer for a bit, and try to make sense of it all. Because, I'm sorry, but in the end, I really don't care that she wore purple tights to BlogHer.