Taylor Hicks
Because Birmingham Rocks.
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Because Birmingham Rocks.
1. What is your occupation/job? Wholesale Art Gallery Assistant
2. What color is your underwear? Leopard Print- Shut up!
3. What was the last thing you ate? O.R.E.O.
4. What color is your car or truck? Pearl White- that means it sparkles when it's clean.
5. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Periwinkle
6. How is the weather right now? I believe the correct term is-Shit Hot.
7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Katherine Adams- artist.
8. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Like a sister. An annoying little sister.
9. Would you say no and send this back to her/him? If I didn't like her I'd say so.
10. How old are you today? 29.37597
11. Favorite drink? Vodka Tonic
12. Have you ever dyed your hair? Yes
13. Do you wear contact's or glasses? No but that may change soon.
14. Pets? One Fat Cat
15. Favorite month? October
16. Favorite food? Simple Sugars
17. Last movie watched? The Producers
18. Favorite day of the year? Angelbaby's Birthday
19. What do you do to vent anger? Bitch
20. What was your favorite toy as a child? Raggedy Ann- I've had her since my 1st birthday.
21. Fall or Spring? Yes.
22. Hugs or kisses? Yes.
23. Cherry or Blueberry? Cherry. And whipped cream. And nuts.
24. Do you want your friends to email you back? Only as needed.
25. Who is most likely to respond? That's an option?
26. Who is least likely to respond? I'm opting not to send the email in a preemptive resistance to the nonresponder.
27. Living arrangements? Apartment...
28. When was the last time you cried? They were out of my favorite donuts at the store today.
29. What is on the floor of your closet? I don't remember seeing a floor in there.
30. Who is the friend you have had the longest? Victoria
31. What did you do last night? My masterbation habits are none of your business! Pervert!
32. Your worst day ever? Moving out of my ex's house on my birthday.
33. Your best day ever? May 21, 2005
34. What are you afraid of? Social Interaction without intoxication.
35. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Spicy burger?!? What menu is that on? I like my burger on white bread-ghetto style. Or maybe I'll go for cheese. Or spicy. THE PRESSURE!
36. What is your Dream car? Jeep Wrangler. Minus the pimp.
37. Favorite dog breed? Small Munsterlander.
38. Number of keys on your key ring? 11
39. How many years at your current job? 1.66543156 years
40. Favorite day of the week? Saturday. The no obligation day.
41. How many states have you lived in? 1
42. How many States have you been in? 5
43. Where was your last vacation? Panama City Beach, FL
44. What is your favorite Hobby? Sewing.
45. What is your favorite flower? Cala Lily
46. Who sent this to you? My former AX¶ sister.
I've been getting a little heat about not posting so much lately. I'm always thinking about it but there are a couple of things holding me back. One, is time. A good deal of my time is spent in transition right now, which keeps me away from my beloved computer. Two, is work. I have a new job. Same company no raise, it was a lateral move. Gallery Assistant is what they would write on my card, if I but had my own card. And I really like the new job which makes it extremely hard not to write about work. But my faithful readers will find that my writing will naturally gravitate toward Art since I am in a postition to learn more on the subject.
That said- Today's subject matter has absolutely nothing to do with Art. I'd like to tell you a little story from my weekend about a girl and a frog:
On Saturday the Rascal and I went off roading hoping to find some cool plants to dig up for his back yard/forest. Instead we may or may not have stolen some rocks from a construction site. Upon our return home we decided to play in the yard and plant some seeds in the empty pots he had.
After much debate over what to plant, (I was for flowers, he was all "baby, you can't eat flowers") we ended up planting yellow and orange bell pepper seeds. Whilst sowing seeds like a good little Southern Belle, I noticed a cute little frog hopping on the ground. I thought to my self, "I MUST HOLD HIM!" I don't know why the urge to cradle the amphibian was so overwhelming but at that moment nothing else on earth existed.
And then I GOT HIM!. I had his little body in my hands. Oh what joy, what simple happiness, WHAT THE FUCK?!? That little fucker pissed all over my hands. I don't mean he tee-teed a little. I mean he drenched my hands. I looked down to make sure the little fucker didn't just explode all over my fingers. His ass got rocketed back down to the ground as I ran yelling all the way to the water spigot. The Rascal just shook his head. "Why did you pick him up?"
He pissed on me! Sympathize or Shut up!
The BCRI’s latest exhibition entitled: Courage Under Fire: The 1961 Burning of the Freedom Riders’ Bus opened yesterday. There will be a free program May 12th @ 6pm with several speakers including a survivor of the incident.
I had a sneak peek at the photos before they were hung in the exhibit and they are incredible. A different experience then any documentary could convey. I can’t wait to see them again in the Odessa Woolfolk Gallery at the BCRI.
Ok, so they’re beyond a week overdue, but still valid. (If only to me.)
The Basha Gallery hosted a “soiree featuring fine-art nudes and Orchid photography” on April 27th. The quote was from the invitation and so I have to point out that by Orchid Photography they of course meant pictures of naked women with flowers in the background. The show was actually pretty good. I was most impressed with the photographer, Karim Shamisi-Basha, when asked about his unlikely choice for a male model. (An older man in Romanesque poses and a cloth masking his manhood.) Karim replied, “When you shoot nudes you always have to have a male model or else everyone thinks you are some kind of pervert.” Honesty from an artist. Now that’s refreshing.
The Magic City Art Connection held on April 28th-30th was less than refreshing. In one word it was; Tired. Old artists with re-worked ideas. New artists with over-worked ideas. Maybe I’m just jaded. Don’t get me wrong. There was art worth having there but the only thing I saw that really made me want to sell Angelbaby to the gypsies for spending money was a craftsman by the name of Dave Morrion. Wood Boxes was his specialty. He doesn’t have a website but you can find some of his work here.
I was tagged by HD for this meme.
Introducing- Six Things About Me, Irish Geisha.
1. When I was a teenager I was convinced that I would die by a lightning strike. It wasn’t a fear so much as a premonition. Save your comments, I’m over it.
2. I like day old salad. Not week old salad-gross! Day old salad, when it’s been soaking in dressing overnight in the fridge and the lettuce is just barely crunchy.
3. My first boyfriends were a pair of twins that lived a few houses down the street when I was 6 years old. I don’t remember their names but I do remember them hiding my Barbie clothes, breaking all my crayons, and oh, yea- we got in big trouble for making super-hero capes out of blankets and taking turns jumping off their dresser on to the bed yelling “Hey motherfucker I’m Superman!”
4. I have never, ever, been so desperate for a shag that I looked over at my partner and said stop the car let’s hop in the back seat and have a go. Yep, that’s right I have never had sex in a car. No, Really. I haven’t.
5. When asked, I always claim to hate dogs. But I really don’t hate all dogs; just the ones that drool. And the ones that choose to lick me in lieu of a handshake. My parents’ dog insists on licking my hands, there by turning me into a compulsive hand washer when I visit. Quite frankly I wish she’d just settle for sniffing my butt.
6. I believe Republican Men make the best lovers, but don’t take my word for it- read this.