Really Random Blathering...

How long has it been since I made something with my hands? Created something without the aid of an electronic device? Gotten paint under my fingernails and lost myself in a color I just invented?

Now that I am having surgery on one of my hands in less then a week I have this sudden urge to do shit with my hands. I have to make a card for someone at work, but that's not as much fun as cracking open a new blank book and making a royal mess.

I used to be pretty spotty when it came to journaling, always starting them and NEVER finishing them. But then in March of 2002 I started my first visual journal. My only rules were I had to try and put something in it every day and I had to fill it. I filled that then created another journal out of a giant 1953 dictionary that was over 5 inches wide. I filled that fucker too. Then in 2005 I started another journal in a 3 ring notebook, but it just wasn't as much fun as the previos two books.

I started another notebook for 2006 and here we are in November and it's not even 1/4 full. I also have a small portable journal that I have simply been writing in, but usually only when I am angry or upset. If anyone were to ever find it they would think I hate everything. Maybe I'll combine the two and put them in a smaller book, then start fresh for 2007. Holy crap, 2007! Is it really gonna be 2007? Where the hell is my flying car?

Anyway... I don't know where I was going with this entry when I began. You now I used to print out emails and blog entries and out then into my journals as well... and I haven't at all this year. There's got to be some good ones in here somewhere. Actually, I could do that one handed if I had too, couldn't I? But I also could sort digital photos one handed and that is a little more pressing at the moment. And of course if I link to something important to what I am writing it doesn't exactly translate on a printout now does it?

Surprisingly I have been pretty faithful to this online journal since the fall of 2003, but the paper journals are where the meat is... this is just the potatos folks, but as some you know I LOVE POTATOS. There is no such thing as a bad potato in my book... unless it's from that restaurant in Philly... *shudders* they did something purely evil to that poor potato and I can still taste its evilness corrupting my tastebuds now. That's shit just ain't right.

Well enough rambling... I have to shower and get ready for an appointment with an anestisiologist... eh fuckit, I can't spell that and I give up. One of these days I will scan selections from my childhood journals and y'all can have a good laugh. Speaking of childhood... gotta go email an old friend that I haven't seen in 20 years, but I hear she bought a restaurant in Jamaica Plain... more on that later.