Fuck It I'm 50

I feel like I am caught with my pants down. This is the first time this has happened. I am so preoccupied that I really completely forgot until now, until I sat down at my regular computer to check in with virtual Lise #1, as opposed to virtual Lise #2, my editing workstation where I am living more these days.  Then it all came rushing back to me, crap, I made this insane promise to write every day. But I have to deliver this top-secret weapon by the end of the month…!

Maybe next year it will be to workout every day. I like that better right now.

I will write about the top-secret mission as soon as I can.

Surprise, I have done almost nothing about taking pictures, wait till you see. Let alone clearing email, exercising Lefty, exercising me, cleaning my house before my Dad gets here on Tuesday, (love him, lousy timing)…but I have done something about staying on my homeopathic meds and trying to stay chill and it has worked. I’ve gone from raging fever on Friday to raging work on Sunday-now through the end of March.

What I am working on is coming into focus slowly. Torture – while it is fun and kind of glamorous and even better, finding inspiration in why it is important to make art and what art and culture can be at it’s best.

Lofty ideas all jammed into new technology entertainment formats. My old self is puking now, but my old self was reactionary for unformed reasons, not that I am that well formed now, but I hope my experience and my age has brought something to this mix.

With that said I will post my pictures; images of the basement of the loft of the new director/writer international philanthropist practicing doctor well dressed Syrian who will likely hire me to produce his short in April and some snaps of my lovely friend Veva’s hot out of the kiln amazing art work.

So much more to come.