Why have I let my life get stalled: Part One: Every man needs a Hobby.

It seems I have let my life get stalled. I have a decent job worked there for years. I work for a major telecommunication company and I don't want to mention which one. But it's one of the big three. They actually have teams of people scouring the inter web looking for people who have used there name in posting and if its negative and you are an employee they will look to squelch you or cut you off their teat. Yes Big Brother is alive and well.
But I degrees I am writing about my hobbies or a mans hobbies or something specifically abstract.
Well I started working for my company when it was more smaller more intimate. But like all other surviving corporations of the many many finical fiascos that have hit America, shit the world. Like shock waves starting with the .dot bust in 1999 going through 2001 9/11 and how that affected wall street and industry in America coupled with the government incompetent bumbling and deregulation. Playing things fast and loose causing smaller companies to get gobbled up by the sharks of a new millennium.
That coupled with working for the worst boss I ever worked for (that is a story for another time). For six long years I worked for her, starting in 1999. It caused me as a young man in my thirties to evaluate my situation and where I was placing my worth. I came to the conclusion I was placing way to much stock in my livelihood. And needed to take my emotion and passion so tied up in my livelihood and place it in well a hobby.
I tried art which more like arts and crafts. Painting various artifacts I found around my house or second hand stores. Then I decided to paint which I painted my first piece on cardboard inspired by a short story called Cabal by Clive Barker my gay hero.



I showed this to some brothers who owned a frame in Elk Grove. Now closed because of the ever worsening economy. At the time this was my first attempt. And they being artists themselves really encouraged me and offers to buy it for fifty dollars. Believe me I was really flattered but declined. I felt it was one of my kids being a new artist.
The second piece I painted was a piece I called "Stranded in El Paso". Which my friends at the frame store framed for free and displayed it in their store.



My third piece I painted was my attempt at abstract with a tiny brush I affectionally called "Choas's Calm". I know the title is wrong on so many levels. But I'm a sick man.



I continued making art. And trying my hand also at photography which I will talk about it part 2. Bye for now.

Be careful who you loan your phone too or piss off.

I was walking with Lupe in midtown when confronted by what seemed like an Irish homeless tweeker chick. Who first asked loudly for a cigarette. Which we politely informed her that we did not smoke. Then after some grumbling and consternation asked us, no more like yelled at us. Well after she asked with a thick what sounded like Irish or possibly scotish accent (I asked her to repeat herself) when she did her sarcasm grew in leaps and bounds. I told her no because I did not like her manners. She informed my manners were under my car (Lupe and I were getting in my car to leave the immediate area).

It really made me think. Her being Irish, was she plotting to blow up my car. The way she looked at us when we drove away If looks could kill. Well I guess me flipping the bird to her while driving off was not good for international diplomacy.

Also If I had let her use my phone maybe it would have been used to trigger a bomb she planted in some poor fools's car because some other past altercation.

I know I am speaking in sweeping generalities cliches and almost racist terms I guess, ok I need to work on myself not before I buy one of those mirrors on a stick to check the undercarriage of my car.

K