HAPPY THANKSGIVING

Let's see how this altered recipe turns out.

Right now I'm boiling six whole pears in four cups of water with one and a half cups of red wine, a quarter lemon, a half cup of maple syrup, and an additional quarter cup of suger with a healthy sprinkling of cinnamon and a dash of vanilla extract. Yowza. Then I'll remove the pears, turn half of the remaining poaching liquid into a caramel by adding some cream and MORE SUGAR! The pears will then be cut in half and coated in the 'caramel' concoction. I'll scoop out the center of the pears and fill them up with shaved sharp cheddar topped with pistachios. Then the whole thing gets baked. Shoot... this better work.

Also, I think it's stupid that the liquor stores aren't open on this holiday. 

MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES PT.5

I'm so scatterbrained when it comes to understanding who I am and what I like, and as always I feel this is no better represented than through my musical tastes. In one moment of the day I'm listening to this:
And four minutes later I'm listening to this:
but then:

WANTED: CAMERA

One tool that would prove very useful to me would be a camera. Possessing one would inspire many more off-the-cuff C.O.P. posts. Forever I've been using, almost exclusively, pictures found through Google image search, and a tiny percentage of old stuff I've recovered from my external hard drive (see photo from previous post.) If you happen to have an old digital camera that will get this job done and are willing to give said camera to me, I would then be obligated to cook you dinner or perhaps draw you a picture or rap for you.

FILL IN THE BLANK

Again, it has been some time since my last post. Rather, there has been a regular large gap between each post for the last half of the year. As of late a full time job has stifled my focus on writing, but I have devised a plan to rectify this situation so that all two of you who read C.O.P. can be fulfilled by my profound observations on life. If I simply write something quickly without much preparation and just post away, and maybe even do that a few times in a row within the same 10 minutes, I will constantly keep us all entertained, confused, informed, active, scared, happy, sad, and whatever else a shitty slip-shod post will encourage us to be at that moment.
Although, like most things in my life, my follow through is not 100%, but also like most things in my life, if I go through with the plan, the results will be... wildly unpredictable?
I apologize in advance...
the author in 3D circa 2009

NUTS ABOUT THE SOFT MOON

I've decided to call my immediate music interest posts "Nuts About..." from now on. Here's the most recent band that I've had on constant rotation as of late. enjoy Circles by The Soft Moon

SHAPING UP

I don't often post images of my artwork here on C.O.P., but I've mentioned in a prior post that I shifted my style a little in an attempt to experiment and maybe loosen up my style a bit. To aid in this transformation I bought big single sheets of Ingres paper, some india ink, and a couple medium sized Japanese calligraphy brushes. I expected the process to be minimal and quick with somewhat purposefully sloppy results- a quick stroke here- a splash of a curve there... but as soon as I made my first stroke I realized my perfectionism was a beast that could not be slain with my new weapons. I instead became obsessed with creating perfect circles and forms that could almost be the blueprints for highly polished sculptures. Still, I was determined to complete the images with only the ink and brush and no compass. A series of these new creatures was created and here are a couple that I have photographed for you!

THE CLASSICS: WHOOPS!

Last night I was getting ready to go out with some friends when I decided then would be a good time to trim my hair up a bit. I've cut my own hair for pretty much all of my adult life and I've grown pretty keen to my clippers. I switched between the length attachments with confidence and obsessed over the finishing touches near the neck line and behind my ears. My friends would be by within the hour to pick me up so I knew I had to move with a bit more swiftness and grace if I wanted to be showered and dressed in time to leave. One final tuft of hair near the top of the back of my head needed another once-over with the buzzing blades. bzzzzzzzzz........ and just like that it was done- I accidentally shaved off a five inch strip of hair without any attachment on the clippers at all. It was strange how in that moment of realizing what had just happened I also found myself trying to convince myself that this was a dream world I was existing in and I would soon wake up to find myself with the full head of hair that I started off the evening with. This wanting of an alternate reality vibrated in my soul for approximately 10 full seconds before saying out loud, "shit" and then laughing at myself for doing the undoable. My friends showed up and convinced me that my only real option was to shave my whole head. So now I look like one of the following things I was called for the entire rest of the night: a baby, an old man, Benjamin Button, a skinhead, Sluggo of the comic strip Nancy, a chemo patient, or Curly from the Three Stooges. The funny/sad/scary thing is; I really look like all of them. Thank goodness this stuff grows back! (fingers crossed)