Hanging Paintings On The Wall

Sunrise.

One of the most significant things I’ve done, besides playing with birds, Jake, and the cats, during my Christmas vacation, is that I picked up three large paintings from Tristan’s house and took them to the office. Laurie painted them years ago. I hung two 4X6 foot (122 X 183 cm) paintings in the open work area where there is a drop ceiling. I have hardware that allows me to hang the paintings from the ceiling rails. The two walls large enough for the 6X9 foot (183 X 274 cm) painting do not have drop ceilings. Therefore, once we decide where to hang the larger painting, I will have to use brackets to hang it. I put the large painting on the couch and shelf in the foyer, leaning on the wall we could hang it on, until we decide where we will hang it.

The 6X9-foot (183 X 274 cm) painting. The painting would be hung about a foot above the couch and shelf if we hang it on this wall. The ceiling is over 13 feet (4 meters) high in the foyer.

Sun trying to peek through the clouds behind black lace trees

4X6 foot (122 X 183 cm) painting on the east wall in the open area

Sunset clouds behind black lace trees

4X6 foot (122 X 183 cm) painting on the west wall in the open area

Sunset

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Charging

Ch-ch-ch-ch-charging (Back-in to get a boost)
Ch-ch-charging, need to be on that super source
Ch-ch-ch-ch-charging (I know I might be a bit off course)
Ch-ch-charging, to be charging near an Apple Store
It takes time to charge me
But I can charge fine

Spunk Art

“Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin’ out the scenery
Breakin’ my mind…” — Five Man Electrical Band

I had to drive into town today to go to the Apple Store to get my iPhone checked out. It’s been eight months or longer since I’ve needed to go to the Apple Store. The Face ID on my iPhone is not working most of the time now. After lots of diagnostics, it turns out the Face ID camera is on the fritz. I dropped the phone a few times in the three years I’ve had it. That probably contributed to the demise of the Face ID camera.

Whenever I go into town, I get culture shock. Most of the streets around the shopping centers in Uptown are torn up and blocked off, so traffic was snarled. Most of the parking lots were filled up, and people were waiting for spaces to open up. I always park in the far lot where few people park because most people are either in a hurry or too lazy to walk a few hundred yards. I pulled into the lot and discovered that the places I usually park are now taken up by Tesla superchargers.

Wañusqakunamanta

WARNING! You may find the above video’s music and content disturbing.

Wañusqakunamanta*
By Timothy Price

Sacrificed
To the gods
Drown in the madness of his name

Smell of the dead
And their sins
Of the dead and their sins
Of the dead and their sins

Take me, take me on a boat to see Arkos
I can’t feel the sea on Arkos

Embrace the truth
And shake us free
Make us free to rise in the end

Meet a person
Of great heart
In custody to persevere

But the devil’s in the way
Yes, the devil’s in the way
Why’s the devil’s in the way

He digs down to the core
To the flesh
And
To the bones

V for Venus

Cranes couldn’t care less

Osric Owl doesn’t give a hoot

Sandias @ the Beach

*Wañusqakunamanta is “Of the Dead” in Quechua. I have been working on the song for a long time. Originally named Weird DST, I wrote the song intending to use it for my 2024 Daylight Savings Time protest song. The idea behind the asynchronization between the metered drums and bass and the unmetered guitar was to simultaneously feel in and out of time. I tried to make the lyrics as strange as the music. I didn’t post it on DST this year because I didn’t finish it in time for the time change. Given the state of the election, I took another look at the song and decided I might as well use it to make a statement about the 2024 election.