Pop Punch and Johnny and the Toddlers

I 'm thinking about starting a band. Today. Just for today. It is one of the many things I could make today. Other ideas that have occurred to me are, in no particular order:
1. make a red velvet cake (I've never made one before) and decorate it with pieces of left over valentine candy. I could create a labyrinth of sweethearts.

2. create something eye-catching to hold my loose papers that are driving me crazy (I could re-purpose that ugly dollar store tray???)

3. a book mark to send to my friend

4.a copy-paper box purse

5.a card for a colleague who is retiring

If you are looking for ideas...
I stumbled on Keri Smith's website recently and I visit it every so often. It is very inspiring.

According to her bio, Keri is an illustrator and guerilla artist. She teaches and writes books about creativity.

Right now she's inviting visitors to her site to draw (right onto her site) what is right in front of them and then submit it to a gallery of other drawings of visitors to her site. She sends out a siren call to office workers and internet users everywhere. Her invitation is irresistible. I drew my desk calendar. What will you draw? Go there and start drawing right now.

On her website there is also a project called "create a thing a day month".
Take a look where that takes her.
You can start with these ones:

Practical Cereal Box
Connection Methods

If you are up for a creative challenge or looking for inspiration, you can also go to: Thing a day 2012

Thing a day 2012 is a collective blog that invites you to participate in creating and sharing your creations. The rules, according to the site, are "minimal, everyone is encouraged to select a weekly, monthly or daily challenge and theme for themselves and get to work. You can use any medium as long as your efforts can be reported back on this blog once a day."

Now, have you decided? What will you create today?

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I entered August without you.

I won't visit you this month. You won't call. I will raid your garden and you won't get any of the vegetables. I will make plans without telling you about them. We'll go to the store and not buy you one single thing. Whole books will be read and I will not tell you which ones. I will watch movies and not inform you. The nasturiums will ripen. Last month was different. I changed my schedule and took time off work to be with you. I dropped all kinds of plans for us to be together. You sent me messages, I received them. I picked up food that I thought you would like at the store and sent you pictures of every beautiful thing I saw. I sang with you. We watched the Great Canadian Baking Show. You chose the recipe for the garlic scape pesto and gave me instructions for making the gooseberry jam. I am in August without you. You are in July.

Fists full of lettuce

It is a pot of a variety of lettuce plants. It was planted by my mom. She has been living with Stage 4 bile duct cancer for at least 1.5 years (that we know of, probably a lot longer). Standing and gardening are becoming harder as time goes on. She learned about gardening from her dad as a kid and kept on gardening every year of her adult life. Sometimes the gardens were tiny or rudimentary, but with the help of my dad , they have become major and, at times elaborate, growing projects over the years. Now it is a collection of raised beds and regular beds that hold a host of plants, vegetable and flowers. Something that was clear that first spring with Stage 4 cancer is that gardening would continue in a big way, cancer or no cancer. It was important to order the seeds and start them inside and get them planted outside, no matter what. Spending time together in the summer with cancer now consistently involves gardening and following instructions. Plant...

Keep telling yourself that.

We talk to ourselves everyday, all day (and night) for the whole of our lives. We started talking to ourselves before we knew we were a self, we forget what we said because we forget everything from before...when we were too young and busy developing our brain to remember those early years. There is still lingering residue of long forgotten conversations I have had with myself as a toddler sitting around in the crevices...sloughing off occasionally into words I tell myself still. We talk non-stop, and not just with dialogue. Our goosebumps communicate to us, our tingly feelings, our neurons, our peripheal vision. They are all submitting data into our self and expecting us to react, respond or all to often, expecting what they are sending us will be ignored. After all that talking, you'd think we'd know what we think about most things, but occasionally we are stumped. Unless we stop what we are doing and really concentrate sometimes that voice(s) ...

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