Wine Tasting and Art Show

This was a small event (2 artists) at Irish Eyes In Lewes, September 29, 2011. The Dairy Queen painting sold, which was nice. The sunset from the deck was amazing.

Never leave something good to find something better because once you realized you had the best, the best has found better. :)

Couldn't be much funnier.

Mud

Interesting Post Secret.

The 2011 Delaware Mud Run and the De-Va's. (Delaware and Virginia girls.) Fun!

Fredman - post from late July that I neglected to post.

Solution to deception and misdirection: Tackle everybody!


By Dave Frederick
Jul 29, 2011

Share Artist and athlete - “She’s got everything she needs, she’s an artist, she don’t look back. She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daytime black.” - Bob Dylan.

Kim Klabe, 46, won her age group at the Lewes 5K July 23 in a time of 23:38. The heat index before the race was “forget about it” but Kim, who used to work as a fitness instructor at the Y before taking a job at the Rehoboth Art League, is always cool under the pressure cooker.

Saturday, Aug. 6, Kim will open her first one-person exhibit at Peninsula Gallery on Savannah Road, coincidentally if not ironically across the canal bridge in Lewes. In times of economic uncertainty, art is considered a smart investment. The exhibit of oil paintings, just like my roof shingles, is called The A-Z of Lewes and Rehoboth. The exhibit continues through Aug. 31. It can be previewed at www.peninsula-gallery.com.

This video has been on this blog numerous times, too many to count, and usually for one particular individual. However, this time the posting is a blanket posting. It goes out to the current state of our political system, judicial system, educational system, welfare system...give me a minute, I'll come up with more. Oh, let's throw in the media too. I don't subscribe to the "liberal media" being a proper or accurate tag, but I do believe that the media is full of hungry, self-serving people who, like all of us, want to get ahead in our careers. Their job is about getting the news out there, whether it's truly news or just sensationalism. And boy, do they do it well. They basically lead us around by our noses on a daily basis, and lead us to believe that, for example, certain political candiates (whoever is "hot" at the moment) are the forerunner....the next prez...the next scandal, WHATEVER. And we watch, and we listen and we EAT IT UP and believe it to be true. I don't care if you are a robot, uh...I mean a watcher of Fox News, or any other news provider - they all do it. They all slant in different directions at times, some more than others...but they all do the same thing. They are interested in improving ratings, climbing their own personal ladders, and keeping us...the dumbed down people of the United States of America, informed about what THEY think we should be informed about. In 100 years, all new people, none of it will matter to us. But right now it does, so we get sucked in, jerked around and come out feeling dirty, dissatisfied and generally unhappy. I wonder how much of our trouble is created by our own hands. Jesus.

Something's Missing

I'm not alone, I wish I was.
Cause then I'd know, I was down because
I couldn't find, a friend around
To love me like, they do right now.
They do right now.


I'm dizzy from the shopping malls
I searched for joy, but I bought it all
It doesn't help the hunger pains
and a thirst I'd have to drown first to ever satiate

Something's missing
And I don't know how to fix it
something's missing
And I don't know what it is
At all


When autumn comes, it doesnt ask.
It just walks in, where it left you last.
And you never know, when it starts
Until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart:

Something's missing
And I don't know how to fix it
something's missing
And I don't know what it is
At all

I can't be sure that this state of mind, is not of my own design
I wish there was an over the counter test, for loneliness.
For loneliness like this.

Something's missing
And I don't know how to fix it
Something's missing
And I don't know what it is
No I don't know what it is

Something's different
And i don't know what it is
No I don't know what it is


Friends -check- Money -check-
A well slept -check- Opposite sex -check- Guitar -check- Microphone -check- Messages waiting for me, when i come home-check-

How come everything I think I need, always comes with batteries
What do you think it means



How come everything I think I need, always comes with batteries

What do you think it means

aaaahhhh

I never thought of Lucky as being scary, but after seeing this picture of him, I totally get it. Dustin gets scared of things like this. I couldn't read Dr. Seuss to him, we had to edit the video of Jurassic Park to take the scary parts out, he was terrified of the oompa looompah's on Willie Wonka. Now if you've seen Dustin recently, he's 6'6" and it's hard to imagine him being scared of anything.

What are you scared of? I'm scared of ticks that burrow into my skin and have their back legs sticking out so I have to almost operate to remove them. Now, that's scary. And disgusting. And it happened. Ant it was awful. And I get totally skeeved out just thinking about it again. Lucky the Leprechaun can't compete with that, if you ask me.

Marathon

About midway through marathon training, and as to be expected...I am at the "so over this" phase of the training. The long runs are up around 16-17 miles, with the mid-range runs at 9-10. Not fun, and there is a real need for excessive amounts of energy to make this happen around working full-time, trying to rest, and having a life in there somewhere too. This is why I don't do tri's anymore and wouldn't consider training for an Ironman. The training just sucks up so much of your life. Granted, it's for a relatively short amount of time for a pretty big pay-off (of just general satisfaction) but still.

A front just moved through, bringing rain and ushering in what is supposed to be a cool weekend. I resist cold weather with all my might. As good as fall weather may feel and as nice as it is to run in, the end of summer and the warm temps just makes me sad. I'm trying to just focus on the good part, which I'll be able to do...until about January. Not thinking about that right now. Oh wait, I just did. Shit.

Compromise and moderation are not dirty words.

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/09/06/opinion/the-last-moderate.html?_r=2&src=ISMR_HP_LO_MST_FB

This article sums up what I've been trying to say (mostly unsuccessfully) when discussing politics with someone lately. Gang warfare, divided parties....imagine trying to work in an office that operated this way. Nothing would get done, and no one would want to come to work.

RAL Outdoor Show

Here are some shots from the August show. Great turnout.

Pics

Here are some shots from the Children's Beach House BBQ, 2011. This is the charitable event that I painted the Klimt chair for. (That was terrible sentence structure.) The theme was Cirque de CBH or something. This aerealist (sp?) was amazing.

Here's my panel of art. Nothing sold!

View from the CBH. Right on the Delaware Bay.

Butch Emmert, auctioning off Jean Doran's toychest.

The crowd

Butch auctioning off my rocker.

VVG

Brilliance

Moped Guy

As I was running this afternoon, I could hear some very loud talking/shouting coming up behind me. Turns out it was a guy on a moped. Polyester polo shirt tucked into khaki shorts (belted, of course) talking on a cellphone, riding a moped. I suppose he was shouting because he couldn't really hear over the thunderous kick-ass engine of his moped. He was shouting (but not angrily) "what did you call me??" My guess? You're a total tool.

Seasonal transition = intensive introspective

Introspection is the process by which someone comes to form beliefs about her own mental states. We might form the belief that someone else is happy on the basis of perception – for example, by perceiving her behavior. But a person typically does not have to observe her own behavior in order to determine whether she is happy. Rather, one makes this determination by introspecting.




When compared to other beliefs that we have, the beliefs that we acquire through introspection seem epistemically special. What exactly this amounts to is discussed in the first part of this essay. The second part addresses the nature of introspection. Though the term “introspection” literally means “looking within” (from the Latin “spicere” meaning “to look” and “intra” meaning “within”), whether introspecting should be treated analogously to looking – that is, whether introspection is a form of inner perception – is debatable. Philosophers have offered both observational and non-observational accounts of introspection. Following the discussion of these various issues about the epistemology and nature of introspection, the third section of this essay addresses an important use to which introspection has been put in philosophical discussions, namely, to draw metaphysical conclusions about the nature of mind.