Forth Post (carving)

as the title implies, i enjoy carving.
stone specifically.
i discovered soap stone when i was roughly 11 and i was brought to some sort of out door art show.
i came home with a piece of soap stone i had been working on,
and when all i carved into it was spiral ridges, my grandma became upset, saying something like

"why don't you carve something instead of wasting stone?"

i ignored her.


last month, i re-found that piece of stone,polished it up, and carved it into a pipe.

i was able to do that in half an hour,
and being, as i am, full of obssesive compulsive energy, i figured i could do it as a hobby.

i also really enjoy working with stone. one issue with this new interest of mine is the fact that i have no feasable way of obtaining soapstone, but i heard about a place in my area that might carry it. so lets hope for the best.

g'bye!

Third post

i need to come up with more creative titles.

i think.

Maybe having the sequential names will help me keep track.

My main trouble with the I Ching,
is that it tends to tell me things i already know, which (i've heard) isn't that uncommon for diviners.

for instance, in consulting it for what i should write next in my book, it tends to agree with the feelings I have about what to do.

so i don't know whether or not it's working for me.

however i haven't done work for other people.. so maybe thats what i need to do.

well, so long folks, be safe

Second Post

april 15th.

i was born in Washington state. my parents, who were not married, broke up when i was 2 on mutual terms, and so i lived with my mother (in the house she grew up in as well)
in a suburb of Grand Rapids Michigan, in an area which, while being five minutes from the highway, also managed to share a road boundary with farm land. i think living solitarily with my mother built a deep seated connection between us.

my back yard was large so i imagine i played back there alot, but i don't remember much. i remember sitting at a plastic desk, writing letters in radnom seqnuece and asking my mom what they said. this, as well as being read to, is how i learned to read. when i was 5, we met the man who would, in time, become my dad.

(as a note, i have never once in my life referred to him as my step dad. he is, in all senses i care about, my dad.)


when i was eight and a half, roughly, my brother was born.
i was not jealous ,as i remember, of him, having a caring instinct instilled upon me early on.

i have lived here with them my whole life.

my grandmother, who owns our house, come to visit for months at a time for a reason i do not completely grasp.
she gets on our nerves, and we do not like her being around.
but i will be sad when she departs from us finally. because i cannot fathom the alternative.

i go to Fountain Street Church as my mom did when she was my age, and continues to do now, as a member of choir. though it does manage to have christian tones to it, it is a good place to worship (being as it is, a non-denominational church,having previously been a Baptist church)

(those of you who remain ignorant to this fact: non-denominational means just that. no singular basis for belief, and a freedom of said belief that varies between individuals)

unfortunately most people seem to think it means christian. it does not. we have no formal theological beliefs that are standard to us, though it is a predominantly liberal group


the author has digressed. let's try that again.

well actually that is my *abridged* life story.

hopefully i will have more to talk about in my next post.

My First post

i felt compelled to make a blog.



it will probably contain very little of my art because i don't want it stolen,but if you really want to steal my words, i can't stop you.

if i can muster up the amount of effort neccesary, i will try to post often about my life and my beliefs

i really wonder how the hell your supposed to search blogs on this website though... if you cant why not? do they want you to see everyone elses instead of search for your interests?




i *guess* that works to expand peoples interests.