The Poor Deer
One more thing. How’s this for weird (and sad, and infuriating). I recently saw two different deer in less than a 24-hour period that were both badly wounded in their left hind leg.
The first was Friday night. I heard gunshots somewhere nearby, thought “what the hell!!?” then it stopped so I went about my evening. Not long after that I was sitting outside again and a deer went limping across the street in front of my house. It stopped mid-street to lick what looked like a pretty bad gunshot wound on its left hind leg, then continued limping (hopefully up into the mountains). A few seconds later a frightened-looking little fawn scampered to catch up to her. The vibe was not unlike in Bambi when the hunters came. I was pissed off and depressed for the rest of the night.
There’s been word in the news of the city hiring sharp-shooters to “take care of” the deer “problem” in the city. First of all, I don’t see how it’s such a problem. I love the deer, and they stay out of people’s way. Besides, we live right at the foot of a mountain range, what do people expect? Second of all, the sharp-shooter thing hasn’t even been approved yet, so who the hell are these assholes shooting at deer (and missing! leaving the poor things alive but suffering) — in town, where people live, on a Friday night when people are out walking around? Fucking idiots.
Okay, so then the next day I went to visit my psychic friends up at their ranch, and this little orphan fawn that their horses recently adopted was limping around, wounded on his left hind leg. It wasn’t a gunshot wound, thank God (he most likely tore it going through a barbed-wire fence), but I still felt bad for the little guy, and it was a weird coincidence given the deer incident of the night before.
On a happier note, this little guy is possibly the cutest creature on the planet. He sucked on my hair for comfort while my friend checked out the damage on his leg. The pure, innocent joy and compassion I experienced in that moment I can’t even put into words. I wish I could beam it directly into the hearts of every one of you.
Anyway, that’s my little story. Have a happy weekend, hopefully one that involves cute animals, and don’t play with guns. Peace out.
It Was 28 Years Ago Today
…a weird little soul known as me came bustin’ out onto the scene, and the world never was quite the same.
In other news:
I spent the last week on planet earth (mostly), hanging out, ‘chilling’ and other stuff with my super cool cousin-in-law who I’d never met before. We’re like long lost twins! It’s madness. We saw a surprisingly good local band, threw a cupcake party, saw some cool movies, wandered some cool wilderness, took some awesome photos (gradually making their way to my flickr page), bla bla, etc., fun times.
Also…
I must give much thanks to the kind, lovely souls who prayed for me that I might be given that job I was hoping for. It was indeed given unto me, and so it is that I now officially work for the Lord. More accurately, and also more adorably, I now work for three very cute and feisty old Catholic ladies. I will be paid by the hour to blow their minds with my amazing technological wonder-skills. I will also be paid to edit the hell out of their churchy publications, research churchy stuff, and possibly make them a new churchy website.
And what better day to start than on my f’in birthday? Actually I don’t mind. I’m a nerd and not big on birthdays. So, with that..
Interspecies Love: Lion Reunites With Humans
If this doesn’t warm your heart, it’s possible you have no soul. You might want to get that checked out.
“This lion was reared by the guys in the vid,he was then released into the wild in africa but a year later the guys returned to see if he was doing OK. Check out the look on the lions face as he realises-”thats not food its my MATES!!” Whats mad is the wild lions hes friends with never met the humans but they are totally passive towards them.” LINK TO VIDEO.
(I tried embedding the video in the post and it broke my website. Please follow the link though. This is not something you see everyday.)
Post-Internet-Fast, Pre-Weekend Update
I has a portfolio. I will be adding more to it soon. So far, everything in it is stuff I did between 1997 - 2006. A long span for such a small amount of work, I know. A good portion of work from my more prolific art school years, I never photographed, and then gave away in a fit of non-attachment. Thus most of what’s here is smaller scale stuff I’d scanned at some point or kept stashed somewhere and forgot about. In other words, weird little collages, sketchbook drawings, digital design stuff and film stills from an unfinished stop-motion film project (which I do intend to revive and make something out of one day. Maybe music videos?).
Moving on. Internet fasting rules! I got so much done this week. I wrote some songs (rough sketches of songs anyway), made notable improvement in my drummin’ skillz, nailed several job interviews, applied to a bunch of art/design contract jobs (because while I may have nailed those interviews, they did not terribly impress me… much as it is my dream to become a full-time, underpaid secretary)… What else… made the art/design portfolio, read a great book called The 4-hour Work-week, recorded some new youtubes, plotted and schemed a cool idea with Joe to pool our complimentary mad skillz and become a freelance designer/programmer team, in hopes of freeing ourselves (sooner rather than later) from the evil clutches of the man. Eventually the plan is to get to where we can travel, wherever and whenever we want, working remotely (and minimally) from anywhere. Word… I’m learning Javascript this week.
Generally, the thought-vaccuum left when I stopped reading the internet lead me to do so much more creative thinking, creative creating, and tuning into a deeper well of energy, cool ideas, realizations and numinosities. It also left me with a daunting pile-up of emails, myspaces and youtube messages to catch up on, but it was worth it. (Though, that said, expect little more than a one-or-two-liner if you’re awaiting a reply from me. It’s nothing personal, I’m just trying to keep up my Brooke-mentum with minimizing internet time. Life’s too short, y’know?).
Oh, and I discovered one of the cooler benefits of diligently watering your lawn every night. Lush green grass attracts wild beasts!
Why Must The Damned Dolphins Keep Harassing Our Poor Rich People?
When your biggest problem in life is getting peeped on by jealous dolphins while you have sex in your super-secret luxury submarine, you don’t have problems, and you need to shut up.
And what, you can’t afford super-secret luxury submarine curtains? Seriously, shut up. Go away.