Friends, Romans, Countrymen ...

Of my pirated internet, I am able to contribute these few words to this blog. None of which are wise, I am afraid. I wish I could regal you in my updated art, but alas, there is none to post. Shall I sing you a sonnet of my fiancé? I'll spare you such, my loves.

The world is exploding all around us, but no one seems to answer the sonic boom, or raise their heads from the sand. I'll admit my loves, I'm also guilty of slow response and hiding; this is my first entry since March. I'm learning which things I can change, and which ones I can't; most of them have first names.

Small stories and vignettes are in the works, as always. Renaissance Faire is creeping up around the corner, of which I will be working/participating the first weekend, fourth and fifth weekend. Renaissance Faire has only been a part of my life for a couple of years and it already conjures up MANY memories. Life moves so quickly, everything weighs heavily on a glance or a blink of an eye, and it can vanish in that span. Treasure it, loves.

Speaking of memories, I saw this chick live in June. Phenomenal show ^_^

Enigmatic closing comment to be inserted here.

Turn & face the strange ---

cait

Love, loss and malarkey

And now for something completely different:

In the process of moving my parents out of their house in the 'burbs to another house in a more remote 'burb. The good news is I'll at least be creating a studio space in the near future for all of my pending projects (cough, COUGH...)

Today I am dragging my boyfriend to the Cantor Arts Center (if ye be a South Bay-ish hoodlum like yours truly, it's in Palo Alto, and best of all it's FREE) to gawk at Rodin's famous Gates of Hell.

I've quit hard alcohol after getting alcohol poisoning the day after Christmas.

I haven't quit art, it's just taken the backseat of my short bus with all the chaos that can be gently referred to as my life. It's all about time (isn't everything?)...

Smiles and snark,

cait

"Whoa, was that Bill Murray?"

Why yes, yes it was.

2011, yous gots some esplainen to dooooo.

Welcome to 2011, friends.

Sorry about the delay, I was half way between another WTF moment or so.

Here, have some art.

I painted this for my boyfriend's birthday back in October.

Next up, a poem by Mary Johnson, butchered/illustrated by yours truly.

Other big news: CaitlinInterruption will be moving.

Details to come.

Much love to you,

I solemnly swear I'm up to no good.

xo

c

Break the lock if it don't fit

Oh my GOWAD, Becky. She's ACTUALLY posting work.
Yes, my dear Dr. Twinkletits, it is true.
Teasers of illustrations to be posted in Paper Airplane. These particular ones go along with a story written by a gentleman I only know as "Woody".
Apologies for my absence.
xo
c

Spiderbane and progression

First issue: Planes, Trains and Scraperbikes
December 2010

Give us the cuttlefish!

Painted this for my niece's first birthday
Über exhausted

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I wanted to update on an up-note:
I'm going to see one of my favorite bands with damned fine company tomorrow night, and then off I go a-wenching for the last weekend of the Northern California Renaissance Faire this season.
I am grateful for everything in my life and I say that with the utmost sincerity (and enough sappiness to gag Walt Disney).

My loves, I miss you too.
Photographic evidence to follow in the next entry; and yes, honest to goodness ART to be posted. I tell no lies.

Adieu,
c

Puking children in aquariums

However, let us not dwell on the negative; I played with penguins today on a day trip to Monterey Bay Aquarium.
Made my month.



Hanging on by my fingernails.
Also: tis Faire season again, get on it.
Regards,
c

Definition of "blog"

I think the only time that I update this thing is to indulge my increasing sense of egotistical journalism; a blue collar spawned wannabe Gonzo, minus the LSD. I don't represent a revolutionary way of seeing the world, nor am I the unintentional mascot for hallucinogens. I'm trying avoid the whiny vocals of Gwen Stefani; saying "I'm just a girl" is too much of a dismissal of the work I want to produce, and am reluctant to produce at the fear of offending one or many. The personal levity seeps out of the pieces that I am most fond of (and others approve, I would hope, unless you people have just been blowing roses up my ass). I need to put on the man pants and get this thing rolling.

The pandemonium of this past month revealed chaos to once again be my muse; while my other half studied his fire fighting statistics, I painted and drew my little heart out, tasteless horror movies blaring for white noise. So far "Killer Klowns from Outer Space" has been the top of the list.

Keep moving forward.

Strong genetics

Love will tear us apart
again.

This week has knocked my dick in the dirt, my lovelies.
Top Five Positive Things In Cait's Life

1. I am employed.
   
2. I am alive (sign of the times that this is secondary to employment and means of income? Or Freudian slip? But I digress ...)
   
3. I have both my parents (knock wood)
   
4. I can draw and I can paint to maintain sanity, and when all else fails
5. there is always sushi and beer.
   

-cait
P.S. Just tried Sierra Nevada's Kellerweis Hefeweizen.
... Not sure how to feel about it.

If I didn't have bad luck ...

As of Saturday my father has a broken collarbone, broken shoulderblade and four fractured ribs because someone didn't see him on his motorcycle and cut him off in traffic about two blocks from our house. He has no spinal or head trauma, which is good. However, I'm begging, I'm imploring, look out for motorcycles and bicycles on the road. We watch for you, please watch for us.

--
Update on the patriarch:
good news: he's been moved out of the ICU and took eight steps from his bed to the gurney they used to transfer him.
moderate news: he's still an asshole.
And I would not have it any other way
<3

Throwback

Just like saying you love someone, saying goodbye multiple times only retains it's meaning for so long. However this is the first time I've been able to say goodbye to her in the ten years I've known her. Sadly it didn't seem as though there was much of a difference
On a completely separate note: Faire season is fucking NIGH.
Speaking of fucking nigh, ever hear of the Cardinal Cross? I don't buy into/know much about astrology or anything, but this sounds really strange, and if you've been having a few bad (checks watch) weeks like I have, take a gander. Original article from realitysandwich.com
Always,
c

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Summer Climax: The Grand Cardinal Cross

Right before the moment of coherence is the point of maximum chaos. We are now there at the topof the roller coaster, zero point, chaos point.

Just two years before the Mayan calendar end date of December 21,2012, in the summer of 2010, 2 transpersonal planets, Uranus and Pluto, 2 social planets, Jupiter and Saturn, and 2 personal planets, the Sun and Mars, will confront each other upon the Cross of Matter in one of the most intense formations in all of astrology, often experienced only once in a human lifetime, a Grand Cardinal Cross. The waiting is over....

The Cardinal signs are the initiators of the zodiac, the outward, expressive thrust of energy in each of the four elements and seasons. Hence, Aries is Cardinal Fire and the spark of spring. Cancer is cardinal water and begins at the summer solstice. Libra is cardinal air and marks the equinox. Capricorn is cardinal earth and initiates the dark season at the winter solstice. Since they rule the seasons, the alignment of many planets upon the Cardinal Cross can literally change the face of the earth. We are about to embark on a time of dramatic change, mounting tension, and the aching pulse for a whole new paradigm for human existence.

In his Cosmos and Psyche, Richard Tarnas describes the rare experiences where multiple archetypal cycles overlap, involving Saturn, Uranus, and Pluto, as begins in 2010. We find this explosive dynamic during the French Revolution, the years 1964-67, and 1929-1933.

Tarnas writes, "Especially problematic in such eras was the extreme intensification of both widespread revolutionary upheaval and violent authoritarian repression in a tightly bound dialectic, mutually activating each other."

Those specially affected by this transit, with an important role to play as initiators of this will have planets at the first degrees of the Cardinal signs and the last degrees of the mutable signs, Gemini, Sagittarius, Virgo, Pisces. There will be a surge of intense stress, motivation, and passion in the planets located at these positions. Let them be your guides for your next phase of evolution.

Wanted:

An HTML/Dreamweaver/CSS tutorial
to make my own website
and get away from this lameness
(sorry Blogger.com, but I'm starting to outgrow you. It's not y-- ... actually, it is you).

in exchange:
a home-cooked meal by yours truly.
And yes, I can actually cook.
Creepsters and complete strangers need not apply without good reason.

Feminism Doesn't Sparkle [outside link]

Working in a used bookstore, you get a lot of surprising questions/statements. Probably one of my favorites still remains to be, "Hey, so I'm looking for that Romeo and Juliet book by Ridley Scott?"
Anonymous bookseller: "... You mean by William SHAKESPEARE?"
Witless wanderer: "Yeah, that's the one."

But I digress ...

A friend sent me the above meme because I expressed distaste for the Twilight series, and have to bite my tongue when muscle-bound men and housewives have lined up, requested and belittled in order to get copies of the saga.
And now, another friend has posted this link, I was compelled, dear reader, to take it one step beyond, and give it the Caitlin Interruption nod (whatever the hell that may end up being worth).

"I love love. I think love is wonderful, but Twilight is not love, Twilight is not about healthy, equal relationships. Love is about equality. About partnerships. About trust."

I'm all for literacy, trust, equality and love. And no, I can't just read a book without analyzing it. Sorry lovelies.

[Edit: Why can't I just enjoy something for the enjoyment of it? Here's the explanation in a nutshell. And it was called "Moff's Law", and it was good]

Cheers to vampires the way they should be
(wrinkly, on the brink of decomposition and blood-thirsty)
c.i

Because there is [no]thing to report other than

"I'm allergic to the world when we are separated, there's nothing in my heart that's worth a-beating"


Epic stay-cation coming to a close on Tuesday, I've spent the last few days being social instead of completing the paintings I've started. I missed out on Pride because I'm terrified of crowds. True story.
But I digress ...

Check out this cool cat.
Circa 2007


Shameless sibling promotion? Yes.
Cryptic bloggity blogs when I said I would should be sleeping?
Present.

xo
ci

Bottom of boxes and backs of minds

I do tarot readings (or used to) on a weekly basis. I found this card at the bottom of a box of used books at my work.
Basic meanings of this card in particular:

Have an Effect
make your plans real
mold the physical world
use your body
experience nature
achieve tangible results
act on your dreams
get events in motion

Be Practical

take a realistic approach
apply the tools at hand
find a solution that works
use common sense
stop daydreaming
work with what you have
concentrate on what's effective

Be Prosperous

draw to you what you need
increase your means
grow and expand
enrich yourself
go out to meet success
seek abundance
become secure

Be Trusting/Trustworthy

accept that the solution is well in hand
have faith in others
accommodate uncertainty
accept others at their word
keep your word
prove yourself dependable
stick by your commitments
establish credibility

Apologies, I just like when things like this drop into my lap.
On that note, going back to painting.

xo
cait

Recent Developements

1. Maelie Ladylove has graciously offered to let me use her scanner/printer for the time that she is Aloha Mae (in Hawaii with her Navy boylove). Downside: recently paid off two major debts and therefore can't even afford the tank of gas to get down to San Jose to retrieve it.
   
2. Attended "Seeing Red" at Old Crow Tattoo & Art Gallery in Oakland (in the magical time when I had gas in my car). This guy made me go out and spend my last few dollars on a canvas, to which I say thank you.
   
3. I've been listening to Evelyn Evelyn compulsively since my return from Yosemite. And after overdosing on stupid from my shift this morning, it is sorely needed.
   

Death of the Wayfairers and Nipple Falls [An Adventure]

I escaped on Thursday after an eight hour shift to Mariposa.

After four hours of 2-lane highways, 7 mile stretches of construction littered with people who didn't know how to properly merge and pitch black night seeping in between my music, I finally arrived in Mariposa. I can't say Mariposa is a one horse town, but I don't recall seeing a stop light. I vaguely recognized the protruding storefronts in the darkness from my last visit circa 2002, although my journey resulted in going the opposite direction anyway.

Moral of the beginning of story:
a journey into the middle of bumfuck nowhere at the end of a workday tends to be far longer than it really should be.

Eventually made it to Casa de Granville, where Rew and I made cheesy scrambled eggs with toast and caught up on the past eight months since The Northern Renaissance Faire. Boggle was brought out for two games (apparently Trouble meets Scrabble?) until Go-Go arrived from Fresno. Food was unpacked and introductions were made to extended family and Mr. Bojangles (family lovable behemoth dog). We plotted out our attack for the next day (and a couple of fantasy treehouses, see picture included)
We tackled the Mist Trail successfully, despite sunburns and prominent nipples making their descent down from the top of Vernal Falls.

Long story long, and being rather long-winded, I conclude I must go back before the summer is over, at least for sanity's sake.

Another Easy Rider goes down

Pabst Blue Ribbon, motherfucker.
RIP Dennis Hopper

In other news: going to a wedding in the country.
+
new idea for distribution of art

In Dreams,
xo
cait

Here it comes ...

Where in the mighty blue fuck has this year gone?

Best estimate for my art show: June. There's been some architectural malfunctions in the gallery itself, details to come.

Downside to this blog: I have no scanner to even give you sketchbook pages, but it's a double-edged sword; I wouldn't want to be THAT personal. (Odd, isn't it?)

Love, post-its and fucktards that shop my work,

xo
cait

Planning my escape

Just for pure sanity's sake.

A girl can only take so much retail and smog.

Plundered the seaside boardwalk yesterday with good company and large doses of caffeine. Staring contests with sea lions were lost, along with a few grains of personal dignity when discovering that I had set my canvas bag into a mound of seagull shit.
Overall? A successful blustery Tuesday.

Onwards to employment!
Vague Caitlin Update #18: I'm currently trying to learn how to sew. My fingertips hate me.
Regards and poopsicles,
cait

My Childhood for Sale in Irish Hills, Michigan

I seem to recall a picture of me near this feline ancestor
around the age of 10.
["Pictures or it didn't happen"]
Oh, but it did, I assure you.

Who wants to lend me the 500k to buy it?

In other news:
Lucid dreams, and toast.
xo
cait