Author: leohblooms

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So, You Want To Make A Podcast

And I did. Now you can get both (ALL TWO of them) of the old columns in a podcast feed, thanks to Joe. Go ahead and subscribe. You know you want to. If you just want the MP3 file, click here. The song at the end of this one is called Chicken Bone Pizza, written by my sister Celia and sung by the very same Nate as last time. Man, I come from a talented family.

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I What?

Because I love the sound of my own voice (false) I made the first of what I hope to be the entire series of old columns in MP3 form. You can listen to me drone on and on about the planets in Lucky Stars, Bad Signs and Planets in Retrograde. Text version here. The awesome music you hear in the intro is a sample from a song two of my brothers did for my sister on her birthday some years back. The end song, which I included in its entirety just for the fun of it, is my brother, Nato, singing a song that us younger kids sang growing up called I Like You. I believe my sister Rhoda made it up one day as we walked to the swimming pool on a hot summer afternoon and we all started singing different parts to harmonize. In this version, Nate is doing all the parts himself. Kind of talented, isn’t he?

I have a little bit of a cold but I hope that makes me sound sexy, not drunk and sleepy.

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New Store

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To keep away the crazy I’ve been busy crocheting many hats. You can see two of them on those casual male models just above. And painting. And sewing. I needed a place to put all this stuff, so now I have a store. You can order custom products or buy what’s shown. There will be some paintings showing up by mid-week. Along with more hats. Always more hats. I’m thinking about adding prints and patterns and whatever else I spend all day doing. And the T-shirts. I’m going to get them back up soon.

I also redid my website. I am trying for warm, inviting, creative and visually interesting. Getting all the little do-dads to show when I wanted them to kept me quite busy. There is still some work left to do, but I like it.

What’s next?

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Remembering

When I first came back to San Diego after that last mental hospital stay and integration, I was so frustrated to be so far away from them. They were 2 and a half hours away from me! That’s 150 minutes of driving from one house to the other where I willed the traffic to go faster and hated every car in my way.

But, I saw them every other weekend for 2 days straight. It was 6 hours round trip from door to door and it was hours and hours of glorious time spent squished together in my car that was too small for five people with the windows rolled down since we had no air conditioning. We talked. We screamed at the top of our lungs for the count of five to relieve the angst and listened to the radio at eleven. Even the tape deck barely worked in that car.

I miss those days.