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7 ArtLung posts from December, 2010

December 2nd, 2010

In Wikipedia, about the Kübler-Ross model, it’s said of the “5 stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance)” this (the emphasis is mine):

Kübler-Ross claimed these steps do not necessarily come in the order noted above, nor are all steps experienced by all patients, though she stated a person will always experience at least two. Often, people will experience several stages in a “roller coaster” effect—switching between two or more stages, returning to one or more several times before working through it.

Significantly, people experiencing (or caretakers observing) the stages should not force the process. The grief process is highly personal and should not be rushed, nor lengthened, on the basis of an individual’s imposed time frame or opinion. One should merely be aware that the stages will be worked through and the ultimate stage of “Acceptance” will be reached.

I can verify the observation of bouncing back and forth, particularly with the death of my Mother recently. Prior deaths and traumas, my cousin by suicide in the 1990s; the implosion and dissolution of my first marriage; the death of my Grandfather last year, were in retrospect much “cleaner” and I think followed the classic sequence closely.

Currently I’m experiencing all five them, often the space of the same day or few hours. The lack of a coherent “plan” for how to view my day or week is very hard, but I’m managing to get some things done, thankfully.

So I push forward and onward.

December 6th, 2010

Quote of the Day, from Clay Shirky’s Wikileaks and the Long Haul:

The key, though, is that democracies have a process for creating such restrictions, and as a citizen it sickens me to see the US trying to take shortcuts. The leaders of Myanmar and Belarus, or Thailand and Russia, can now rightly say to us “You went after Wikileaks’ domain name, their hosting provider, and even denied your citizens the ability to register protest through donations, all without a warrant and all targeting overseas entities, simply because you decided you don’t like the site. If that’s the way governments get to behave, we can live with that.”

December 18th, 2010

Batman
(this week: was sick, and my dad was sick, and leah was sick, and our van got worked on, and it snowed like crazy, and my laptop pretty much died without good backups, and i fixed the laptop and got a backup system in place, and i shoveled snow, and my dad got better, and i downloaded the 30 day trial of illustrator, and i made this batman semi-chibi)

December 21st, 2010

Today marks Leah’s and my six year anniversary. I am so thankful she is in my life. No marriage is “easy,” but some are rewarding partnerships filled with love and adventure. Thank you, Leah, for sharing our lives together.

Leah and I

December 25th, 2010

Sure miss my Mom today, but the spirit of joy is alive and well. And it’s snowing like crazy today. Very Christmas-y.

Also, footnote for this poster.

December 25th, 2010

(bold items sung by Kirsty MacColl)
(otherwise sung by Shane McGowan)
(bold and red by both)
(lyrics from pogues.com)

On YouTube, a live version, and an incomplete version.

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me
“Won’t see another one”
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew *
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one,
Came in eighteen to one;
I’ve got a feeling
This year’s for me and you
So Happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They’ve got cars big as bars,
They’ve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you–
It’s no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing “Galway Bay*
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You’re a bum
You’re a punk
You’re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it’s our last

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing “Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

I could have been someone–
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can’t make it all alone
I’ve built my dreams around you

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing “Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

December 29th, 2010

Lord, if you’re there, it’ll be okay, if not, I’m screwed.

And a bonus quote from Danny Trejo:

“Everything good that has happened in my life, has been a direct result of helping someone else.”

from Champion

November 2010 ←Before

After→ January 2011