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1991

wondergalaxy — Fri, 18 May 2007 19:07:35 GMT

how interesting it is to be tapped on the shoulder by one particular year? very......puzzling that photo is a bass guitar that i apparently carved my name into. not just my first name, the whole dang thing. thru myspace, lots of people from the distant past are resurfacing. i was sent this photo last month. then, last week, my mom called to tell me that she found an article i had written that was printed in the local newspaper about cerebral palsey, from 1991 what does it all mean? whatever i say it means. ;) and i say that it's just reminding me of how life and the impressions you make on it, and people, remain constant......in such a world where the only true constant is change.

marking time

wondergalaxy — Sun, 31 Dec 2006 07:29:14 GMT

here we go! another year, another number, fresh and exciting... this decade is weighing towards the end, then we go into the teens the changing of the years always seems like the closing of a book and the opening of another...those last seconds counted down, everyone in the civilized world that is awake is counting...together what an exciting moment that happens every year! and at the same time, it's just another day seconds are counted, but in chaos every day, every second someone, somewhere is counting them perhaps they're waiting for a loved one, or news from a job interview thousands of seconds make up each day, but these ten seconds are like the reset button for it all. we all connect and agree on counting these particular seconds because they are marking the new year. funny, and so glorious. the photo above is a shot of my old building in nyc on carmine street in the west village. i lived in the pink one, second one down from the top. the house rare sign is ironic. it's a record store. house of rare records. i spent many a new years eve in that place, on the roof howling with the city......oh, the city so i took this shot when i was visting last month. there were men on the fire escape pulling up new fire escape hardware. i thought they were hanging xmas lights like i used to do, but they weren't. trippin down memory lane.....and took this picture of this rare house with the name teresia that was inscribed into the white embelishments at the roof. well ya'll happy healthy and hoopalicious new year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

yes

wondergalaxy — Tue, 24 Oct 2006 02:19:24 GMT

i guess it all , and i mean all comes down to the paradox. as well as absolutely nothing comes down to the paradox. rhetoric i suspect. yet, i come from a new place today, as i do every day, as i never do. thankfully i am happy and healthy!!!! celebration is omnipresent, i enjoy life and the aesthetics that surround me sending light to where there may be darkness all relationships of mine shift as i bring myself to the nothingness and simply be and simply love "i only measure my heart and my heart's wisdom"

openness

wondergalaxy — Sun, 22 Oct 2006 20:47:54 GMT

i am open to life and people. sometimes i get wierd. i spend a lot of time at home. core belief : people are good detachment is a virtue. expect nothing and be plesantly surprised. that's what i am working towards. old belief: people will dissapoint making an effort to change a core belief that i suspect is wearing on my soul. you are here to affirm this with me. thank you .

a little bit o' honesty can go such a long way.

wondergalaxy — Tue, 26 Sep 2006 03:33:02 GMT

if you had just told me the truth i would have accepted you. how many times must i tell a man? honestly i didn't think i had to. we had something very special, and now it's ruined. delicate weavings crushed by your little lie.

pink canvas

wondergalaxy — Mon, 01 May 2006 04:56:28 GMT

life is funny like a pink canvas no longer white filled with love life is funny like a pink canvas no longer white waiting for what's next life is funny like a pink canvas but is a pink canvas really funny?

sunday afternoonie

wondergalaxy — Sun, 23 Apr 2006 21:16:32 GMT

blues are a perfect overcasty serenade. 88.1 on your fm dial nothin but the blues. what is it about it that makes it so soulful? the progressions speak to the deepest parts of all of us. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the blues heal what the tender heart feels exposing what is real ~when we all hold up a shield and the music penetrates like a gentle lover that is always there to open your heart

spidey

wondergalaxy — Sun, 23 Apr 2006 08:21:15 GMT

quick change spidey.

*not christian

wondergalaxy — Sun, 23 Apr 2006 08:20:41 GMT

just a side note to the jesus saga......i love him but i'm not part of the fundamental following that he seems to conjour. so i'll post another picture of other work

celebrity utlimate~ jesus christ

wondergalaxy — Sun, 23 Apr 2006 08:12:57 GMT

so my client wanted a lighter drybrush on his hair and i wound up re working his eyes too. i have to say that he's been my masterpiece of late. and has a quite a presence in my studio. well, He was quite a guy i reckon......from what i have learned, his main message was love and forgiveness.....quite a diva in the good sense of the word probably the ultimate rock star, certainly one to celebrate

JC photo shoot

wondergalaxy — Fri, 21 Apr 2006 00:29:47 GMT

finally finished jesus and spent the day trying to get a couple of good shots..... hope to have some feedback from my client by tomorrow. tell me what y'all think

rainy rain rain

wondergalaxy — Fri, 14 Apr 2006 22:14:26 GMT

water is so incredible funny how it just falls from the sky once in a while i love to water my plants and listen to them drink knowing that it's just the water moving thru the soil it sounds a lot like they're slurping it up ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

painting jesus christ part 2

wondergalaxy — Tue, 11 Apr 2006 17:33:21 GMT

so i went back and worked on His eyes.......still not completely happy, but i must move on and work on the base..... i'm posting a photo of the still incomplete work.. still will do a drybrush on his hair and beard

painting jesus christ

wondergalaxy — Sun, 09 Apr 2006 21:41:53 GMT

i'm working on a 12" paintmaster of the Savior.....my most challenging job in 9 years of painting prototypes (action figures and collectables) i was just told to make him look like mel gibson's passion of the christ.... while researching His garb, i found myself asking, "WWJW? what would jesus wear?" the photo is before i started his flesh and hair most of my time has been spent on His eyes......just as the human body, this sculpt is not perfect so one eyebrow is sculpted a bit higher than the other i'm trying to fix that problem for a while He just had one eyebrow on the left

bloggy blog blog

wondergalaxy — Tue, 04 Apr 2006 23:47:42 GMT

rain here in sunny los angeles. i'm not complaining, just noting the pattern of bad weather and my blogging. what the heck does blog stand for anyway? anyone know? went to phoenix, arizona a couple of weeks ago with one of my sweet soul sistas krisy rose we saw beauty everywhere, even in these pants flung onto a tree at a gas station off the 10 fwy.....just look at those clouds. my imagination always has a field day with random objects of clothing laying around in the middle of nature.....how did they get there? what was the story behind it? like these pants .....who purchased them and who wore them? did they provide any comfort or were they too tight? someone must have decided that the weight in their car was too much for the rest of the way and got rid of a pair of jeans. or perhaps they wound up there due to a bitter breakup between lovers that would share the jeans, even fight over the jeans....hmmmmm who the heck knows. then the thriller side of me wonders if there was some sort of murder involved or kidnapping. hmmmm but that sort of stuff is boring. so i had to take a picture of them hanging on the tree with all the trash around. and now i'm sharing it with you.

holy friggin snowstorm!

wondergalaxy — Sun, 12 Feb 2006 18:51:59 GMT

mother nature is making herself known out here in the big city......stuck here at a friend's on 72st and columbus. frolicing thru central park this morning was so much fun until we had to head back into the fierce wind. we walked backwards most of the way 'tis beautiful yet frustrating. i want to go out and accomplish what i came out here for! toyfair! networking! but the thought of going outside again is more and more frightening it's 1:30, snowing for almost 12 hours now and doesn't look as though it's stopping anytime soon arrrrrrrrh no snowmen, no snowball fights, no angels, just sitting inside as to not soak my only set of clothes.......my suitcase and the rest of my stuff is at a friend's in brooklyn the second largest snowstorm ever to hit wonder when it's going to stop well my californians, please go outside for me today and jump around in the sunshine in a tee-shirt. this east coaster turned angelina is getting pretty homesick, which i can't really believe i like to come out here to charge my batteries with the energy of it all......but there are no bohemians left. the cooporate machine has casted it's huge expensive shadow over my city for some time now for once, i feel out of place here like i stand out where i used to feel like an important limb i now feel like a guest. the city i fell in love with so many years ago has turned into a homogeneous melting pot of DKNY and Calvin Klein wearing robots all stuck inside from the snow this isn't a new realization this is why i left in 2000 i will always love this place like an ex lover who just couldn't fulfill my needs so i will be running back to los angeles refreshed, ready to defrost and embrace even more passionately the burner community and the social life that is growing for me like a sprout in the whole foods salad bar.

so immediately

wondergalaxy — Tue, 31 Jan 2006 12:15:16 GMT

after posting my latest blog entry......as the wheel turns i felt compelled to post something in the ***love*** tribe and this is it..... ~~~~~~~ how does one... connect with another one unconditionally.......? we all want that love that we see in movies, right? oh, the affection oh, the holding of eachother unconditionaly until the sun comes up, anyway until the movie is over and the happily ever after is fading and you're by yourself at four in the morning typing at the masses~ yet no one yet some one one me you us now but nothing to show for our interaction except a memory of how we felt , how we could imagine in our mind's eye just what we could be just what we could create another one like our one to raise and plant the seeds of nothing ness into their being so lovingly just to swing around and bite us in the bud(tt) but it's just the wheel turning.

and the wheel turns......

wondergalaxy — Tue, 31 Jan 2006 12:02:41 GMT

and turns and turns so predictable, no? haha but savour every inch of the revolution and shout out.... " hey you party people say HOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO"

this was on a christmas card i got today

wondergalaxy — Fri, 06 Jan 2006 07:35:03 GMT

"in the midst of winter i suddenly discovered that there was in me an invincible summer." ~Camus

a fairy tail...

wondergalaxy — Mon, 02 Jan 2006 22:11:46 GMT

once upon a time there was a magician who lived in the city of thieves...pretty much everyone was a thief…..in this city of thieves.....except they didn't steal money, they stole the hearts of young women and men.....broke them and then handed them back shattered and in pieces this magician had a way to piece together what was broken in such a quick and timeless manner that the men and women had no idea who was doing this noble act.....the problem was that just as they were returned the hearts were stolen and broken again one fine day this magician was wandering around the city looking for a broken heart to mend.....this same day... ... a maiden new to this city but born with a fractured heart (it was no fun for the theives to shatter what was already broken) wandered around, un-thieved and happy with her fractured heart, smelling flowers and admiring the simple beauty of the city, always with a tinge of sadness they collided on a corner both walking around it from opposite sides....the magician looked into this woman's eyes and knew that he must fix her broken heart she refused his magic, thinking that it must be some sort of trickery and didn't trust his motives.....she ran in the opposite direction years passed by and this woman grew very lonely.....for everyone else in the city of thieves was given their mended heart back and was able to trust and love again and again she began to think about that magician she ran so quickly away from so, she went out looking for him and nowhere could he be found.....she began to wonder if he had even existed those same years passed and the magician grew frustrated.....he mended everyone's hearts but his efforts were in vein because they would be stolen again and again be broken...so he felt he was getting nowhere....fast the magician stopped his efforts for five minutes, and his heart was stolen by a sly thief, given back to him in pieces, and he couldn't mend it himself now, not only was his heart broken, everyone else's hearts weren't being mended anymore! the town came to a halt traffic stopped, everyone stopped, all that could be heard were the birds in the trees the magician cried out for all the hearts he could no longer mend and his tears flooded the city.....the birds stopped singing and the pieces of his heart floated away swimming throught the streets now, the fractured heart woman was still the same, for she had the same break in her heart all her life and couldn't understand what was different now in this city and around that same corner the two collided again but this time they held on to eachother for dear life......and that stopped the tears from falling out of the magician's eyes, for he remembered her and she remembered him.....and that caused them to truly look at eachother as the threat of drowning was flowing away the woman held the magician's hand and felt the emptyness of his heart which was slowly being patched up as she wiped his drying tears and held him close in that moment she learned how to mend his heart, but there would always be scars where it was broken......and now the people of the city would have to learn how to mend each other's hearts because the magician realized that he was doing too much and he liked that his had scars now, there was something beautiful about the stories that the fractures told and this caused the city of thieves to become the city of magic

my favorite song

wondergalaxy — Sun, 27 Nov 2005 07:46:31 GMT

Birds flying high you know how I feel Sun in the sky you know how I feel Breeze driftin' on by you know how I feel It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life For me And I'm feeling good Fish in the sea you know how I feel River running free you know how I feel Blossom on the tree you know how I feel It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life For me And I'm feeling good Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know Butterflies all havin' fun you know what I mean Sleep in peace when day is done That's what I mean And this old world is a new world And a bold world For me Stars when you shine you know how I feel Scent of the pine you know how I feel Oh freedom is mine And I know how I feel ~Eunice Kathleen Waymon a.k.a. Nina Simone

what do you make of it?

wondergalaxy — Thu, 17 Nov 2005 07:33:09 GMT

so we're all connected. sure. i believe it....heheh. but why so many broken connections? fragments? how do we join it all together?

more AM radio

wondergalaxy — Wed, 19 Oct 2005 09:07:59 GMT

i'm addicted. now i switch back and forth from conservative to progressive and listen to their different approaches. so far, what i've gathered is that air america doesn't have the authority behind them, they go on for hours with rants. kfi has a more conservative approach, and also does a lot of complaining. i'm going to vote on nov. 8 i refuse to believe that my vote won't count, desperately trying to silence the voice that repeats, "that way doesn't work anymore." it's the positive attitude that will change everything. it's all a hoax. illusion. we do have the power. the people always hold the power. i do not stand for what the united states practices. i do not want to be held responsible for all these deaths, yet i am...we are.

generation "shift"

wondergalaxy — Thu, 13 Oct 2005 20:39:24 GMT

as i listen to more AM radio, from DR. Laura and George Nory (coast to coast) on 640, to a bit of 1150, air america also tuning into NPR and 89.9 which is great but sometimes too serious i have become much more informed global warming, ice age, earthquakes, politics, relationships- so much chatter! on the conservative stations, global warming is said to be happening with or without us and our pollution......i'm wondering when the car was invented, how did we miss the small detail that if you sit in a room with a car running, you will die. air america has a lot of insults for bush and the administration but don't seem to be offering a voice of guidance are we victims of the generations before? i know this is an old question, but as i sit on the freeway listening to people go on and on about how our country is being handled, i feel helpless, and my eyes take in thousands of cars in front of me. protest, protest.....sure. the general population doesn't have a clue to what is going on, or how to change it. protesting gets us nowhere it seems.....gathering the masses with no strong leader or voice sends the energy into frustration.....when has our protesting gotten us anywhere? i'd love some examples. what we need is a bold statement. a shift of our energy from banging on locked doors at protests to becoming light workers. light workers, yes. or something up that alley that gives us the power individualy and on a large group scale to create change, a shift in our attention and how we view ourselves as a changing force in the universe. at this point i think it's safe to say that everyone pretty much agrees we are light beings. made of energy.....there is an infinite amount of light available to us....love, thought and everything we know is of light.... it's as easy as visualizing it. white light is protection, visualize it coming down from the sky to cover yourself green light is grounding, see that coming up from the earth to your heart pink light is love, good to send to family, friends and anyone for that matter blue is very calming light can be pictured as rain, beams, fog, or how ever it comes thru for you it really works. try it. i think that if everyone knew how to access this light, the world would become very peaceful very quickly. i practice this all the time.....and all this listening to the radio, i am sending all kinds of light to new orleans, india, washington dc.....because we're all light beings, even the ones we dislike....and sending them love, well, that will help them out of the darkness so this is the "shift" i am talking about......our powers to be realized and directed towards global preservation of all life

los angeles pass~times

wondergalaxy — Sat, 01 Oct 2005 05:39:42 GMT

so as a tripple new york transplant, i land in los angeles.....2 years in europe showed me how much of an infant american culture is i wouldn't consider new york to be part of american culture, it's got much more of a european flavour and now i roam the city of angels. i'm often heard saying," i left my social life in new york city" i'm not saying that i'm not social here, i have made a few friends and love the burning man community, i just don't go out quite as much as the years in manhattan, when everything was just out my door and if it wasn't i just hailed a cab. ...don't drink nearly as much, better for driving home- not to mention my health i truly enjoy my solitude here in the quiet hollywood hills......it is deliciously isolating yet the sprawling city of l.a. goes on all around me getting to my point of this blog, i have found a new hobby/passtime and i never thought i would, but it seems very interesting to me right now AM radio.....talk radio i particularly enjoy calling in and talking on the air. i think i'm a bit addicted. it's just so easy, and so amusing to speak on national radio. there. is it a sign of aging or a product of american culture? other passtimes i've enjoyed specific to los angeles are watching the helicopters circle and circle with my binocculars, going to the tropical fish store and staring into some large fish's eyes telling him that he's beautiful, sweeping my front porch and watering my garden.....oh, and sitting in my dark room in front of my computer with AM radio streamed while writing in my blog and occasionaly dialing the phone to speak to the nation. any angelinos have quarky pass-times?