I posted this on December 7, 2022, according to WordPress, now JetPack. Except, only as a draft it seems. Then again two months later, with the Hello section added below. But that was just a draft, too?! Ahh!
My Blue Room by DÅL|é
Hello, DÅL|é !
Some time in the early months of year two of the pandemic (you know the one), I gave myself the gift of a lifetime membership to a photo editing and drawing app. I then decided to sign my artwork with a representation of my grandmother’s nickname for me when I was a kid, “Dolly.” (She was the only one who could get away with calling me that, so don’t even think about it!) My initials are DAL — A for Anna, after my German (other) grandmother, pronounced with schwas coming and going. I drew my new art signature first and discovered it has a tail. In written/typed form, the tail became an e. I added diacritics and a line for visual effect. And because one of my favorite artists, Salvador Dalí, would have approved. Thus, DÅL|é.
Maybe 18 months later, my photo artsy app rolled out a new feature, free for us lifers: DALL-E*, the user-friendly, AI-driven digital image generator. Having given it a test drive, I do not call it an art creator. Many of the images are indeed entertaining, some hilarious, some surreal … depending on the prompts of the user. Most images are astounding in their intricacies and precision! All are well done. Indeed, they are perfect. There are no happy accidents. No mysteries. No hidden agendas. No inconsistencies. No je ne sais quoi. So, no relation whatsoever to Dalí! Nor to DÅL|é!
That, my lovelies, the side by side development of DÅL|é and DALL-E, is a real-life coincidence, an example of convergent evolution of names for tangentially related things. Only significant connection is from my perspective.
OpenAI, please, don’t sue me!
*Just like WALL-E, but without all that soul! (Or Disneyfied fatphobia.) Or how most folks mispronounce Dalí (yeah, I said it); again, without all that soul! And mustache wax!
Yes, it's my birthday And I'll freak the fuck out if I want to
There is a grace period, a profound relief After telling the pros the depths of one’s despair And receiving sincere care, retaining agency It’s almost euphoric by contrast
Yet, it is brief, this grace period It does not bridge the gap From when the dosage was increased To when the drug takes effect
And so it is the Year of the Rabbit Good fortune for all but those of the long-eared sign Cultural appropriation the (in)sincerest form of flattery? Or just plain common?
No one asks me what I want Even now they think I like surprises Once arranged, I'm given my part to play I’ll do my job and not let my loved ones down
I should count among my loved ones Yes, yes, I should
She lived 60 years, 322 days, officially 321 days if you forgot 2004 was a leap year My mother outlived hers and the others Will I outlive her?
I am trying I am working on it I am always working on it I am so very, very tired
We had rabbits for 25 years Their pandemic hit here first 2019 was not a leap year I can not raise rabbits again
And all the death that followed And all that came before
We regret to inform you That the recipient of your birthday wishes May not be able to fulfill The “happy” aspect of your heartfelt missive
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness.
Oscar Wilde (obv!)
That last part has long been a challenge, but after 3 years of pandemic and being a burden, leaving the house is getting harder and harder!Here’s looking at you, kid!
Stuff I’ve collected during my long dark journey of the psyche these last many taciturn months. I will reveal some of my top secret adventures in due course. Meanwhile, some stuff …
That last line from Fight Club just feels ever so apropos!Safety is an illusion, too. So, sleep well!😁Replace raincoat with windbreaker. Better make it fireproof!
Late 2019 and into 2020 death seemed all around us and especially close by. Late 2021 into this year has been something of a sequel. Plus pandemic season 3. (Series 3 for you Brit types?) What to do?! Before, I’ve had things to do and energy with which to do them. But this time, I shut down. It’s not easy finding a new starter for a 59 year old model!
I have rhupus hands! Woohoo! When lupus affects the hands as does rheumatoid arthritis. (No, I did not buy this product.)At times I still can’t believe how much Nixon administration we retained through Reagan, Bush I, Bush II, Trump. Or more accurately, always there in the shadows, maneuvering, dealing, etc?What Kathy said was, “Bernalillo [burn-a-Leo] County Bureau of Elections” 😂 Sooo… is my voicemail transcription service racist, still unable to familiarize itself with the Spanish words of my county and my therapist’s office? Gotta say, “brownie OK honey fear of elections” is surreal comedy gold!
Much of the best parts of our fabulous state of New Mexico is ablaze this month of May. None of the fires are truly near us in Albuquerque, but I feel the devastation all the same.
My face will never be the same after repeated forays into the Danger ‘Sone! (Source: r/lupus)So, you’re saying that was not a healthy shade of green for Yoda? (Source: r/lupus)
When the going gets tough, the tough get going. Because it’s their time to shine, to get going, do their thing. Right there in the name. They’ve been waiting, the tough have. Laid in supplies. Got the proper tires, presumably. Meanwhile, the tender can just take a break — yes?!
March’s Worm Moon rising over the Sandia Mountains. Aka Sleepy Moon, Moon of the Winds, Chaste Moon, Windy Moon and in Southern Hemisphere, Harvest Moon, Corn Moon. Photo by Jeff Hartzer.
Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up.
Indigo Montoya in The Princess Bride
At the start, I had a plan. Strategy, if you will. But, then, this happened. And then that. Followed by another and another. That. Then that. And that. That and that and that and that and that and … and …
So, I had me a bit of a shutdown, I did. I retreated. I’m ok. Rebooting, in a sense. I am writing about it and will post in time. Here’s what else I have planned for 2022 and My Good Wolf:
Structure!
As in organizational structure of some kind. Working on a menu with categories (i.e.; Lupus, Dogs, Mental Health, Unpopular Opinions, etc) into which posts will be sorted.
More Posts
More of the same: smattering or so of poetry amidst essays and other prose musings by me and my born of pandemic alter-ego, Underlying Conditions Lady.
Art and Fiction
If I hereby promise to publish my new forays into digital art, will that be the motivation I need to work through my Stuff* so that I will, in fact, post said art? ‘Tis the dream! (😇🐮! And I’m promising stories, too!)
And …
Nope. Notgonnadoit. Just leave it right there. That’s already a lot, you know. Yes, but it’s what I really want. And now that I have successfully asked for and received help, it feels doable!❤️**
That’s the long and the short of it! (Roo at 6 months, Dray at 3.5 years)
*Thanks, predictive text, that word 💯 needs capitalization right here!
**{😇🐮}x2! Putting some self-love out there! On NYE while listening to celebratory gunfire, no less.
Roo at 6 months of age is both the most graceful and the goofiest of all the many dogs we’ve loved!