Why would an artist become a scientist? The best scientists are also artists. Why would a scientist become an artist? One of the better known artists started life as a scientist. Apparently they are a lot more related than what shows on the surface. I have now told others about my interest in pursuing a career in science, or possibly math.

Here's the evidence:

• Personality Type: INTJ. The most common careers for this type are in research. We love to investigate.


• Interests:
  • Science, Writing, Art (LiveCareer.com).
  • Music, College Professor, Math, Biologist, systems analyst, fine and commercial artist, librarian (Strong Interest Inventory).
  • Solve problems by seeing overall patterns (synthesizing data into a pattern), decide steps to a solution (create system), compare & contrast similarities & differences; resolve differences in conflicting data (What Color is Your Parachute)
  
  
• Aptitude:
  • BA in Art & Design with Secondary Teaching Certificate (expired);
  • BA in Psychology (3.5 GPA; member of academic honor society).
  • Member of Mensa,
  • Freelance Artist for 3 years. Employed as graphic designer.

Current Fads
Music. Andrew Lloyd Webber Phantom of the Opera
Movie. Blade Runner (1982)
Actor. Harrison Ford
Activity. becoming a scientist
Gadget. Palm Zire 31
News Source. BBC News - Americas
Books. Hornet's Nest - Patricia Cornwell; Thinking Like Your Editor - Susan Rabiner & Alfred Fortunato; The Angry Heart - Joseph Santoro; Beauty: The New Basics - Rona Berg; 2005 Guide to Literary Agents - Editors of Writer's Market; The Elements of Style - E. B. White
(Yes, I really am reading them all right now—I'm a book addict. What can I say?)

Ever wonder what it's really like to do a particular kind of a work? Find out! They have people here who have worked for 20 years. So cool.

I am at home with a bad back so I am forced to do nothing and enjoy this sunny 60 degree day. My nifty La Fuma chairs arrived earlier so I am enjoying my enforced nothingness outside. Worse things have happened. :-)

We don’t remind ourselves.

But I remind myself all the time.

• About the hole
• About the past
• About my loneliness.

Some time is lost but most of it is saved somewhere inside where only you or I can find it. I can never remember how I get here but I get here just the same. And you take me there. Every time you go away you take me with you to that strange off-world^[1] outside-of-time parallel universe. Then you evaporate like an Ecthroi^[2] with a horrible tearing sound. So I use my needle and thread and setrock^[3] to put everything back together again. And there it is. Glowing in the firmament like a live thing. Only I know that its just a photo, a picture, a part of the set, a funny scrim that shows the beauty that could have been but really isn’t (as soon as the lights go on for real).

I’m an Eskimo. You are the Hula Girl dancing mysteriously close to me without fear of getting burned. You think you can melt ice cubes but all you melt are hearts.

• Hearts of space.
• Hearts of time.
• Hearts of knowledge, and
• Hearts of passion.

Then you look at all the hearts and say, “But I wanted sugar cookies!” or “But I wanted gold pieces!” or “But I wanted someone who was kinda like you but different and yet could act like a puff of smoke when needed.” Sorry. I quit the circus. I am not Bingo^[4] or Bongo or Bango.

I am all that’s real. Your nightmares cannot hold me. Your dreams fade in the light of my gaze. I am all that’s real. You are all that’s illusion. You think a snake is a good tool to use. You think that movies make it alright. You think that words or dances or silly flights of nuance will make it all right. But it’s all wrong. I am real. You are illusion.

You are the shadow on the wall. You are the sigh across the sky as the sun sinks into the distance behind a veil of star-punctured indigo. You are that one tiny second during which a child actually believes her heart directs singing spheres. I am the bubble. You are the pin. Go pop something else, will you!

I am not calling you, even though you hear me. I am calling him. Is he deaf? Maybe he is just very far away or captive in an inescapable cell or heart of gold. But still I call him. I call him.

While I tune my call, I believe he will come.

… much before it’s time to die.

Shall we dance?

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[1] Bladerunner (1982)

[2] A Wind in the Door, Madeleine L’Engle

[3] The Second Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, Stephen R. Donaldson

[4] Bingo (1999), Alias/Wavefront

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Song of the Day: Let No Man Steal Your Thyme, Pentangle

Translate the dance page.

Sometimes, in this farce named life, things go the way they should. This is how The Phantom of the Opera came about.

Song of the Night: Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again.


Current Fads
Music.Emily Rossum Andrew Lloyd Weber's Phantom of the Opera
Movie. Andrew Lloyd Weber's Phantom of the Opera (2005)
Activity. herding cats
Gadget. Palm Zire 31
News Source. BBC News - Americas
Books. A Wind in the Door - Madeleine L'Engle; Thinking Like Your Editor - Susan Rabiner & Alfred Fortunato; The Angry Heart - Joseph Santoro; Beauty: The New Basics - Rona Berg; 2005 Guide to Literary Agents - Editors of Writer's Market; The Elements of Style - E. B. White
(Yes, I really am reading them all right now—I'm a book addict. What can I say?)


I have said goodbye.

Nice girls, get over it!! Stop being a doormat! Get out! Have fun! If you can't do that try these sites:
Broken Hearted Girl Has a nifty forum and workbook (only $5!).
Boyfriend Replacement Cool break up stories. See how unimaginative men are! They all do the same thing and come up with the same lame excuses! (Started and run by a woman but if you buy a t-shirt the money goes to "mike"?)

Maybe the reason I get those vacant looks from my men friends is that they are thinking "Well, isn't this the way the game is played?" Men are so dumb sometimes. No. Always! Guys, love and dating aren't about finding the Bigger Better Deal. It's about being honest and caring. Yes! Really!

I have a whole new life and plan. I will be posting a new photo soon. I'm sure you can't wait!

I dropped in on a new friend (old boyfriend) who recommended "The Angry Heart" (the book on addictions not the romance novel). At the book store, I decided since I was there anyway, had money and am taking 2 Barnes and Noble online classes, I might as well stock up (see "Current Fads" below). This is where my new life has come from.

After visiting said friend I became contemplative, arriving at the earthshaking conclusion that I may as well say anything as being careful hasn't made much difference. So I may as well say whatever since I can not program your responses based on what I say. So there. I can say whatever I feel like and so can you. So nyah nyah nyah nyah!

So great to wake up on the right side of the bed! Love it! And it's my bed! Woo hoo!

All this on 5 hours of sleep. Sleep, you know, is a myth. What difference does it make? Sleep or not life goes on. What I feel is only half of the time related to how good I sleep. Much depends on what happens in the night, what I ate yesterday and what is planned for today. So sleeping only accounts for 30% of it all.

Che sera sera!

Song of the day: Che sera sera, Doris Day


Lyrics (and lots of ads)

Current Fads
Music. U2 How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb
Movie. Defending Your Life (1991)
Activity. herding cats
Gadget. Palm Zire 31
News Source. BBC News - Americas
Books. A Wind in the Door - Madeleine L'Engle; Thinking Like Your Editor - Susan Rabiner & Alfred Fortunato; The Angry Heart - Joseph Santoro; Beauty: The New Basics - Rona Berg; 2005 Guide to Literary Agents - Editors of Writer's Market; The Elements of Style - E. B. White
(Yes, I really am reading them all right now—I'm a book addict. What can I say?)

Song of the Day: Tanlged Up in Blue, Bob Dylan
Lyrics




Bob Dylan's site is everything a famous musician's site should be: lyrics, discs, books, tour dates, tickets, discussion; all things Dylan. Well done!

I have installed a brand new eMac for my mother. It took the advertised 10 minutes to set up. Then we spent the next 5 hours transferring files from her old PC computer to the new eMac and setting her preferences for internet, email and document creation. When we started it was raining. After the first hour I looked up, saw the sun and said, "I'm taking the dog out. You want to come?" She said, no, she would stay and spend time with her new eMac. After the evening news and dinner we went back to the eMac and stayed there until 11 p.m. I think she likes it.

This afternoon we'll be going to see Gounod's Faust at the Harrison Opera House in Norfolk performed by the Virginia Opera company. I'm sure it will be fabulous.

Album of the Day: Gounod's Faust



Hint: Definitely use Detto's Move2Mac. It's real miracle maker.

Yesterday evening I met some friends. Three guys. We sat in a bar. I brought up my recent break up. They asked the inevitable question, "What happened?" I said (quoting), "It was him, not me." Silence and some nodding. "What is it with guys?" I said. "Why don't they just tell the truth?" One friend looked at me kindly and said,"Maybe he was trying to spare your feelings." "What feelings!" I said sarcastically, "He was breaking up with me!" Silence. "Whose feelings? ... Oh, his!" How perverse is that? He want's to feel good about breaking up so he tries to look good while telling me it's over.

Guys, two things.

1. Tell the whole truth when breaking up. It's the nice thing to do.


2. If you feel the need to look good or be really nice when breaking up, then you shouldn't be breaking up.

Song of the Day: No Feelings, Sex Pistols