Fuck It I'm 50

I dedicate this post to Anh, my behind the scenes tech guru, birthday brother, dear friend who has informed me that he has fixed the blog so that when you read a blog with a specific date you go to go to a matched picture in the ilog, or picture blog, on the same date the written blog was posted and not the date of the most currently posted written blog entry.

Was that confusing?

By the way Anh-the Marjorie Wood Gallery finally got its shit together, and my ilog is no long posted, but some naked men eating underwear are. Not that I’m a prude, but I didn’t make the work, so let’s take that off the blog as a tourist go to. Or maybe not???

So now, gentle reader, you can go back in time, not only with my words, but my images. If for example, you journey to November 1^st in the written blog and go to the link at the bottom of the posting, Fuck It I’m 50: Images, or http://images.fuckitim50.com/ you go to the matching image. Cool, thanks Anh.

Like many of you even noticed, but there is some work going on here. We are trying to make this as super friendly as possible without being very available or responsive to you.

Why am I being so snarky? Maybe it’s because once again I really don’t want to write: I have a hang nail on my right thumb that hurts when I type, I am simply pooped and more than anything else I am preoccupied with a big pile of work.

My life is so full professionally and creatively. That makes me feel good, while I realize that I am lonely on the intimate level, but that’s OK. Everything is an ebb and flow, you rarely get it get it all at once, and now is the time to make some good work.

Why is this the dum(b) dum(b) post? Because Anh sent me this wonderfully crafted and detailed email about how I have to upload my photos so that today’s date attaches to the image, and that is cool, but it made me panic slightly when I red it. My brain went into mild tech seizure, “I can’t handle another tech instruction!” I feel like I have to follow so many tech instructions, and while I comply and follow most of them, often I don’t fully  know not what I am following, until later, then I calm down and I understand and I am not counting on magic, or rapidly scratched notes, or manuals that I have to RFM (read the fucking manual), and I can finally own that little piece of information for myself-but it’s all a huge god damn struggle and an I am oddly tech phobic given that I have to work with it pretty much all the time these days.

All while I conduct beta tests of an iPhone tour app at a fine arts museum. Dum, Dum.

Oh, and a little rif on yesterdays’ post-apparently there are many feminine hygiene jokes shooting through cyber space today about the iPad, but Greg, my cohort and touchstone at the de Young sent me this…take a look, think back to billboards a year ago…Apple had the wrong ad team for this iPad gaget, don’t you think? http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/01/27/ipad-video-madtv-predicte_n_438880.html

In the meantime I woke up way too early after a very long, exhilarating and exhausting yesterday and have been oddly sideways all day. Nonetheless, I have done some small but pivotal things in Liseland.

Tomorrow I have to get stern and serious about both Saltwater and de Young.

No time to fuck around.

All to bring me back to the beginning of this kind of elliptical tale, for the picture part of my day. My day was not visual, but the sun did come out and made the funny little hippie thing, a solar crystal do dah that my sister Ingrid sent me kind of as a hip London joke, and it took me a year to put up, moved back into action. All of a sudden little rainbow streaks were zipping across my dinning room/office walls.

It was a sign of light and spring to come. Funny, after I woke up in the dark and went to work at dawn.

I don’t want to be that kind of morning worker. My artist friends think I’m the early riser-hardly. I want to wake up every day around 8:15, so civilized, don’t you think?

Lefty thinks so.