A upcoming "project" and some truths revealed...

Would a This Is Your Life in music be too humiliating for most people to cop to? Is that why it has not been done?

See...that is the kind of question I ask myself after being up too late talking to friends on MSN and exchanging BAD YouTube clips of REALLY BAD 70's and 80's bands. The 70's bands were to make fun of the clothes and the 80's ones were to make fun of the hair. Well, all except Jon Bon Jovi. The man could wear a Perez Hilton wig and still make me be overcome by THE VAPORS. (And with that I have revealed my first sick truth about myself for today. Your welcome.)

I should add here that I intentionally stayed away from ALL clips related to my own Teeny Fan Phase because just the sight of an old New Kids on the Block or Jeremy Jordan clip makes me feel like diving under a rock. I can cop to having nail polish in shades obnoxious enough to be photographed by The Mars Rover, a lingering attachment to my I *heart* My Attitude Problem mug and the ability to combine any article of clothing I owned with a pair of work boots, but seeing clips of "the hottest things...like...EVER!!" makes me just want to self medicate. (I am pretty sure there was more than one additional truth in there somewhere. Your welcome.)

But I have to say that it got a lot better...

Fast forward to Age 17 till now...

What Jonie Mitchell did for Emma Thompson's character in Love Actually, the Dixie Chicks have been to me. That is to say, they have been a source of emotional maturity and emotional purging through the years. Wide Open Spaces came out around the time I fell in love with a Swede and made the leap across the pond. Around the time they sang about being a Long Time Gone, I was going through my own letting go stage and coming to terms with the fact that we can actually outgrow our home of birth and expand so much that we are not a perfect fit there anymore and still not totally belong where we have chosen to be. And Not Ready To Make Nice hit when I was coming into my own in a new adult away. Standing my ground and fully embracing what I have the right to expect from relationships around me. Between these songs were others that were just as important. Ones I reached for when I needed a good cry, a romantic mood or needed to blast something because I was pissed or happy.

But back to the original question...because this blog was not meant to be a novel...

Stay tuned because I am totally going to think about it and put something together. A Year in Review at the least. Why? Because I want to and this is my blog. So there. ;)

K's five stages of creative selection

I am back to considering photos for the upcoming markets and having a very hard time deciding on what is "sellable". I foresee a frantic e-mail to 5 close friends with different eyes and backgrounds (The women around me rock!) and the message, "Lend me your eye before I go totally blind staring at my own crap." in my future I swear, there should be studies on what happens to one when they stare at their own work to long. It is like a bitch fight between creativity and ego - in five predictable stages.

Stage 1: Oh, I like! That is by far the best of this 50 photo set!

Stage 2: But photos 32 and 49 are also quite good.

Stage 3: No, my first instinct is correct!

Stage 4: What am I thinking? That fuzzy bit in that corner brings the whole photo down, the perspective is not 100% and what the hell was wrong with my lighting?

Stage 5: I know Stage 5 is coming but at the moment I am still at Stage 4...and probably on my way back to repeating stages 1-3. Stage 5 will probably be me at the market saying, "Well, thank you very much M'am. I was hoping someone would see the artistic intent behind that particular corner and my subtle use of perspective and light!"

And I am not sure if there is a Stage 6 yet but if there is, I can imagine it hitting right in the middle of a piece of double fudge chocolate cake. A real, "OMG. What if she bought my photo...for the frame!" moment. Followed by a second, larger piece of cake.

Not comparing myself to any of the Greats but...

I wonder, did Michelangelo ever look up and say, "I love that finger right there. No, it is too bendy! But if I change it, the other one will look bad and why did I chose that color while hanging upside down!? Oh well, how long is it really going to be there. Someone will probably paint over it in a few years anyway. Great Vatican, I am awesome! Who wants Espresso!?"