Once

Once, when I was about 9 years old I lived in an old rickety house on the outskirts of town.The regular school bus didn't drive out that far so I had to get to school the only way. I had to take the short bus to school , the special bus as they called it.
The bus driver was this kid barely out of high school, named Cowboy, not sure if this was a name that his own friends made up for him or if it was a name he adopted himself due to his dusty wrangler jeans and cowboy hat he wore at a lazy angle on his head.
Sometimes, when I was running late. I would have to run down the long dirt road you could plainly see from the road.He would sit with the bus doors open as I struggled under the weight of my books, running full speed. Just as I was about to reach the end, out of breath , feet bloody with blisters. He would close the door and drive away. I swear I could see him laughing and waving as he drove away. I wasn't like all the other kids on the bus but most times I felt a camaraderie with them. Always at the mercy of his less then suitable driving skills, flask in hand most times. Threatening to run us off the road into the river.Yelling to us that
"You're all a little evil, no one would miss you if you were gone"
One day, again running late I raced for the bus as I saw it approach.Determined to beat it to the stop. The bus stopped , opened it's doors and I just gave up and walked and it waited till I reached it. It had waited. I stepped up the steps and to my surprise there sat a lady...Where had cowboy gone... I learned years later he had been fired, gotten a job at the local Country market.Where one night as he was opening boxes of Cream of Mushroom soup.He placed the box cutter on the top shelf where it tittered and fell cutting into his eye.Good old one eyed cowboy..everyone's a little evil. I wonder if anyone misses him?

Words and Phrases

The following is a list of words or phrases that I too could do without for at least the rest of the month.

ThinkJar's list:
the white box
dialogue (as a verb, esp as a present progressive verb: dialoguing) engage postmodern visual exploration studio practice conceptually rigorous on the same page process check process driven seduced by the materials heady.

Mine:
At the end of the day
To be honest (which usually comes before they insult you in some way)
post modernism
blogger,blog, blogging, blogsite
studio, show
maitenance outage
New York Galleries
FYI, BTW, ASAP, ETA,LOL,AKA
art in general,artsit in residence,project space,
salon style discussion
truth in concept
reality
art in context, online gallery
do you have a website? You should get a website
What do you do?
I'm an artist (what does that mean? And if your an artist then why are you working for a casting agency?)
contempory artist
the new "it" (girl, boy, artist, scene,movie, book, blah blah)
guerilla art
"The places we inhabit inherently reflect upon us and can help in the exploration of the definition of ourselves as individuals, communities, and societies" (oh my, i think I''ve read this statement billions of times before)
utterly cool
thematically illustrate
pop art, pop culture
"has a little bit of a vintage look, despite the modern compositions." (what the?)

I could go on but hopefully these phrase and words will now get lodged in your brain and hurt you rather then me.

Weekend approaching, looking forward to seeing old friends at a party and looking forward to finishing up the polaroid show.Then I can rest my nerves and hopefully gather thoughts and ideas for the next journey.
thinking the next one will involve a group of friends,whose work I enjoy, adore, am inspired by,in awe of..if they will agree to humble me as to join me.Please join me, I will beg.I would love an email from anyone just wanting to contribute.

Today I briefly reflected back to a few months ago.Felt relieved not to have to think anymore about ceratin aspects of those past months.Thinking life truly is easier when you have done your srping cleaning of not only house but self as well.I felt guilty at first .But guilt quickly fades when you realize."oh wait , it wasnt me, I did nothing wrong here" awe to breath deeply again without coughing.

I'ts weird what an email can do to one. It can put you in a bad mood, it can make you laugh.From ceratin people an email can hurt you.The best are from strangers you've met once for 5 minutes at a funeral of one of your closests childhood friends.They make you laugh at their witty remarks.