"Holy Sh!t it's Christmas"

I know I know... Thanksgiving is in two days, and no one should ever do anything Christmas-y until this righteous holiday is complete. But here I sit, under the illumination of twinkly lights with seasonal melodies caroling from my stereo.

Christmas came early this year, and after being struck ill this week [screw the onions by the way] I had to do something productive, thus the decorating frenzy began.
My Yuletide decor doesn't consist of much - I hung my small glittery stocking next to the crack in the wall. And I created my own window decoration tying a jingle bell to a white beaded necklace.

I am most excited about the lights for some reason... it's festive. After untangling the massive knot accumulated over several years of neglect, only two small strings worked. So I have white lights stretching from the top of my bookcase out into the hallway, then a string of colored lights continues across into my sun porch.

De- wait for it -lightful.

Am I crazy? or did an onion just cure me? With bouts of dizziness, nausea, uncontrollable shaking from serious chills, and sinus related issues, I woke up yesterday morning with a throat the size of a grapefruit.

I immediately made a list, carefully drove my ailing self out to build-up my purse into a mini-pharmacy; Nyquil, Halls, Zicam, even chicken noodle soup and herbal tea. But one item seemed out of place: Onions

I still went to work that day too, swallowing hard, enunciating my dying voice, and pretending to be perfectly fine. I seemed to pull it off disturbingly well, despite I grew worse, nearly crying from my throat hurting so bad.

As I was ready to collapse into bed for the night with what I am sure was a fever, I cut off the ends of an onion, stuck a fork in the end and put it into an empty "jar". I was desperate to try anything, and I've heard of this bizarre onion remedy to naturally cure the flu.

Today - throat still swollen, but did not hurt, nostrils still fairly clear of nasal congestion. My room smells like onions, but I feel better.

I don't know. I have become somewhat of a health nut... my body may be well prepared for any type of ailment. Or was it the mysterious power of the onion???

"you can’t always rate the value of a piece of art through the short turnaround ways that we tend to assess things.”

Impatiently awaiting for it to cool from its green oven baking experience, and lacking the proper serving tools, I slice into golden brown perfection. I slide a knife underneath to remove the large triangular portion carved out, and watch as the soggy innards ooze from the still doughy crust.

A much exaggerated description to be sure, but needless to say my first pie attempt wasn't quite done yet. Of course, I still ate it, I mean, you can't go wrong with those kick ass ingredients.

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Earlier today I opened my portfolio filled with old projects from my first studio classes. With an apartment of still empty walls, I wondered if I should put my own work up. Some do seem worthy enough to frame, but I realized I haven't done any major art work since those classes, already from a few years ago, other than small sketches and border patterns.

Within the next week I hope to set up my easel and old art supplies I haven't touched in a while. I have a few ideas I could work on anyway and possible Christmas presents...

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Fight Club celebrates 10 years with the release of a blu-ray anniversary edition on November 17th. A psychoanalytical zeitgeist of human society and material culture is still being reviewed and researched, serving as a contradiction to commercialism itself with its highly obsessive layers. And it is, by far, one of my all-time favorites.

"I am Jack's complete lack of surprise."