Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and simply never leave. Our lives are measured by these.
--Susan B. Anthony (1820-1906)

There was a star danced, and under that was I born.
--William Shakespeare (Much Ado About Nothing)

Men are equal; it is not birth but virtue that makes the difference.
--Voltaire

Youth has no age.
--Pablo Picasso

You were born an original. Don't die a copy.
--John Mason

I like that last quote.

Don't die a copy...

I fucking wish I could abide by that. But the media and peers and sneers and jeers...they all smash a hammer into your rainbow and then eat the skittles that rain down.

Some bastard's been eating my rainbow. Now all that's left is rain. Cunts.

Anyway, in theory, I like the idea that we're born originals. I'm pretty sure I'm a copy already though. A photocopy of a photocopy of a photocopy of a...

My quote for the day is: "I look at girls I like with dread. Dread that they'll like me back and sit next to me on the bus and talk."

quote most likely to sum me up in a quote quote is: "I know I believe in nothing but it's my nothing."
That's a lyric from Faster by the Manics written by Richey

hey, bennie

your nothing is not likely to much resemble anybody else's nothing. at least that's my guess. tho i get what you're saying... i feel like i can still remember being an original and lately that memory has been close to the surface. i haven't actually seen it yet, but i know it's probably shoved into the bottom of one of these drawers.

hey... elevationstation, eh? damn, that's a bit close! wish i'da read that sooner...

Why, Many more returns around the sun for you dear Glorious!

That first quote by Susan is so apt, so true...

happy warm bohemian birthday this gray february day in south texas. those memories of my mother's bohemian friend from the fifties. Aunt Em we called her, but Mrs H sometimes too. No relation, she was a very brought up right child of Checkloslovokian immigrant parents, a first generantion born in america girl, she learned to drive in the early fifties, she is the only woman from my childhood that drove.

many happy returns bohemian girl
just rambling about that up coming field trip of yours