Originally posted June 8, 2012. Reposting in advance of breaking news.
You may have heard that I’m not really a hippie. Or a hipster.
What I really am is buried under a couple of work projects such that, except for my drive to work, I ain’t seen no sunshine since I don’t know when. I’m stuck in office prison and time keeps draggin’ on.
On the bright side, thanks to a long-time friend of Le Cahier, I received news about a couple of things that I didn’t know about myself. The news was a bit stunning at first, but I’m learning to adjust.
According to the kind folks at Houston Sinus & Allergy, I am now an artist. And a dude.
I didn’t know these things about myself, but it’s on the Internet, so it must be true.
Sinus as art? I bet you’ve never heard of that! Well here’s a painting by an artist name Hippie Cahier. His depiction of sinus is quite interesting! Hope you all enjoy the artwork. It’s something different! . . .If you would like to read about this amazing artwork on sinus, you can click [on this link]. ~~The Sinus Doctor, Houston Sinus & Allergy
I started to sense that change was in the air early in the week when I peeked in to check my site stats — don’t judge: you know you do it, too — and they were rising, despite the fact that I hadn’t posted anything in awhile and hadn’t posted anything worth reading in a much longer while. I also noticed that the visitors were coming from Blurt.
Then I received an email from Omawarisan, reminding me of the photograph I’d submitted for his series analyzing bad artwork. His email included a link to Houston Sinus & Allergy’s website, where the photograph is posted in praise of the artist, Hippie Cahier, and his interpretation of a sinus headache.
To be clear, I didn’t create the painting, I just took a picture of it. It was “Oma” who wrote the amusing and insightful critique of the piece, which you can (and should) read here.
To be even clearer, I didn’t know I was a “he.” I spent the rest of the day in a sort of gender exploration and I must admit, I enjoyed getting to know my Y chromosome.
- Suddenly my brain retains baseball statistics and my soul understands that baseball statistics are all that really matters in life.
- The movie Speed was on when I got home from work and I now understand why it seems important to keep my illogical and inexplicable crush on Keanu Reeves on the down low.
- At least now I’m free to proclaim that Sandra Bullock is the girl for me.
- I never fully appreciated the awesomeness of the scene where the speeding bus crashes into the airplane and there’s a massive explosion — it really is cool to watch things blow up (when nobody gets hurt).
Even so, I couldn’t stop myself from picking up the remote and flipping randomly through other channels because even though that was awesome, there might be something else on.
I still can’t draw, paint, or sculpt, so I’m pretty sure I’m not really an artist. But it’s almost the weekend and I hope Mythbusters is having a Blow Stuff Up marathon weekend.