Eni is still getting down

The Myth of Sisyphus, (chapter four) Albert Camus

found at http://dbanach.com/sisyphus.htm The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor. If one believes Homer, Sisyphus was the wisest and most prudent of mortals. According to another tradition, however, he was disposed to practice the profession of highwayman. I see no contradiction in this. Opinions differ as to the reasons why he became the futile labourer...

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¡qué guay es tener plan!

¡qué guay es tener plan!

you may be wondering why you don't see more of me, and more of my art?     or maybe just what the hell happened?   you may very well not be wondering that, but now that I have said it, it must have crossed your mind. I hope I can provide an interesting enough explanation, without sounding like I am am whining, instead of winning. I always say that mine is a different category, called justified whinging, insert smiley and wily face here. Not that I am here to whine or to whinge. That's all behind me now. I just want to tell my story. I might work on getting some...

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how to move forward from where you are

you're going to drop your goal of 1000 words per day, 'cause you haven't done them so far. And I agree! Funny enough I am planning to do the same. I move the writing from first thing to last thing (of the day) and back again, but still haven't done 100% Hopefully, my new goal of writing less, as inspired by this long post, will do the trick. (plenty of other things in it, the article that is, and if you start following some of the links you will not get finished. I haven't. I stopped to get the post up, or lose another day in a row.)  I am just going to start trying to make the word count...

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these are the silent years

these are the silent years

they will go deep, never weep never weep, with apologies to Robinson Jeffers and his poems These are the falling years, They will go deep, Never weep, never weep. With clear eyes explore the pit. Watch the great fall With religious awe. as read in this fascinating article on The Dark Mountain Project Loved it enough to buy his book of poems on Amazon marketplace. Still chewing on the first one. Roan Stallion. But it's not uncommon for me to buy a book and get stuck at the start or before. Can only make time for reading from books when there is a breakdown of the normal order. Usually...

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another day past, passed the new start

I am doing stuff all day everyday, or very nearly, but I am trying to do too much. The following is part of the reason I have this many dogs. Long story, partially told here, here and here, although certainly not concisely or fully. Also I notice that they are very old posts, and now there's nine dogs and only three cats. Anyhow, I have that many animals although I certainly didn't want this many animals, nor can I cope with them really. But still they come, to the tune of War of the Worlds There must be a reason for all this, but the obvious ones don't make sense to me. I...

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well, once again a new start

no excuses or explanations.     I'm still here, still teetering on the brink of the most absolute ruin, but on the up and up, as you can see demonstrated by the fact that I am once more writing here.   there will be more, but I'll need to save often as it is (lightly) raining and that means blackouts here. usually short, but a little devastating to the unsaved work, and I am sure to the hardware. I had an UPS (Uninterruptible Power Supply) but it broke down after a couple of years and I put it away to look at later, and that's the current state of events. I...

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words ‘n’ things

Words are not my thing! I mean they are and they aren't. I write fabulous speeches and polished blog posts in my head as I walk around, but I sit down at the buzzing box and it all dries up. And that's just the surface problem. I have always found words tricky. I have consumed endless quantities of them, and still do today, and I am so easily moved to action by well written words that I can imagine giving up copy-reading as a life saving move. As for copy-writing... it's the devil's work. Just yesterday I bought, one after the other, two information products/books because I checked my email....

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Chica nueva en el blog , escribiendo en Español.

Ya era hora de que alguien escribiera algo en este blog en Español, no es por nada, pero eso de los idiomas se nos da poco regular tirando a mal y  como queremos muchos, muchos seguidores desde ahora, habrá un  post en Español. No solo hablare de arte, siempre he pensado que el arte forma parte de nuestras vidas, de una u otra manera siempre esta presente, en mis post encontrareis de todo un poco, lo que os puedo asegurar es que cuando  lo leáis no os vais una aburrir, es mas, querréis mas y mas, o  al menos eso espero. Así que seria genial tener un  montón de seguidores,...

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about gratitude

This should have been easier. I set out to write a post this morning before heading out with the furry family to help them let off a bit of steam, and then get some shopping in (very related to the post) but have gotten caught up in the admin of the website. I will be very grateful when I have finally gotten together a team. Webmaster is a title that sits rather uneasily on my shoulders. It's not that I don't think I could do it, learn how and all that, 'cause I sort of already have. I just think it's a full time job, for people who enjoy it. Or at least don't not enjoy it. And it needs to be full...

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going over the damn wall, too much Coffee?

So, how is it that seven dogs and five cats is such a problem? The cats aren't really that much of a special problem in themselves. Well, apart from Coffee the new kitten, who makes life miserable for every one at times. At the same time as he is one of the cuddliest, most in your face cats around. He sleeps with us every night. He often curls up in the angle between my shoulder and my neck, and purrs away like a little mad purring engine, which is both a delight and a horror at the same time. Mayday however, doesn't see him in the same light. Coffee makes life impossible for him. Whenever...

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