March 2nd, 2006

breeden

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The bird call tapes must be working. I came slowly awake from unsettling dreams of pagers left vibrating on the table to the reality of a woodpecker going nuts on the siding, and as the repeated and endless calls began to sink into my brain, I thought groggily "A descending whinney is a downy woodpecker, but this is a flat whinney, so it's a Northern Flicker."

Satisfied with this, I drifted back asleep, and dreamed of pale woodpecker women standing in green fields with badly airbrushed mist.
breeden

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Nothin' like goin' to your tax guy and discovering that you made marginally more money last year, but you owe less than half as much. O frabjous day!

Artists, get a CPA. Trust me. It's worth the money.
breeden

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I amused myself with rococo art today. Surprisingly easy to do in slap-dash digital fashion--I can't speak to the quality, but it was close enough to the feel to amuse me. It's funny that I got there from looking at pop surrealism--cutting edge borrowing heavily from the 1700's. Go figure.

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/29810341/

I can't imagine why people are so eager to get Their Style. I've been painting for over a decade now, and I've still never met A Style I wanted to live monogamously with for the rest of my life. Husband, sure. Style...nah.