Blaze High: With fond memories

Joe and I are in the process of cleaning up the house (redoing the floors, finishing the walls, etc). Lots of work to do. Oddly, I've been thinking about Blaze too (see previous post on Blaze). Joe is the best, since the beginning has been so understanding and supportive of my relationship with Blaze and my friend Shawn, and my need to keep them around me. So today, (which since I'm doing this after midnight, is actually yesterday) June 26th, Blaze's birthday (what would have been his 46th) and coincedentally the day he died (on his 30th birthday), I would like to honor him with a post of one of his many poems.

Moving Back To You
I dream or you,
into the dark of blue night.
I dream and move,
I dream and move.
I just move back to you.

And in moving back to you,
my mind plays tricks
and even though our time
is through,
and I dream of you-
into the dark of blue night.
I just move back to you.

Behind that mirage,
I'm not left...
behind that shroud,
I hear us talk,
but not out loud.
When I'm alone,
there's nothing left
to do,
but move back to you
in greywater blue.
I hear us talk,
but not out loud.

And in moving back toyou,
I leave my heartbeak
in a gentle place-
so I won't be reminded of
what losing can do...
And in moving back to you,
your eyes welcome me,
like when our eyes first met,
verflowing,
with no debt.
Knowing what to remember,
I cannot forget,
moving back to you,
when I dream of you,
onto the dark of blue night.

© William Blaze High 1989

The funny thing about my job...

...is that I get to make Joe do all sorts of silly things. Like this:



I can't wait for the release of Pirates of the Carribean 2!

Because you demanded it...

Or, maybe because I felt I hadn't addressed it yet...what I've been up to. Well, if you stop by my other blog (which is all about my professional life): CLICK HERE you can see art from Tigger and Pooh, which I will update as I finish boards (expect a new post soon!) as well as Advertisement work and a few other things. When I'm not working at Disney, I'm working on the house with Joe (we are in the middle of the floors this week - which are turning out great...they are going to be charcoal! Very dark and sexy!), as we get ready for my niece Alex's 2 month visit. While here, she'll be interning at a Marketing agency, learning the ropes of the biz, and hopefully getting a tan. I'm also working on my own projects which (all of which are in continuous development) I have to really buckle down on. The latest Project to emerge from the Selfish Children thinktank is this one: (I'm only showing it to you because you are my friends) CRITTERKNITTER!


This is a rough little sketch for you to check out. I've got more, but this is just a sneak peak. It's about a girl who is a knitting freak, an outcast in school who takes out her creative urges with a magical pair of needles. With these she knits little creatures who become her friends and help her get thru her daily routine as she navigates the strange mysteries of her very unusual school (a place where the x-files would have attended classes as kids).


With her 2 best friends, a latina Goth computer chick with a fake leg and a lanky graphite artist who's perhaps sniffed a few too many fumes, they try to unravel the mysteries of their school, life and puberty.
knittercritters, critterknitters and these images and concepts ©kirk van wormer and selfish children productions

*Oh, even though I said this post would be about me,...Joe has great news (which I'll follow up on next post). He's currently designing a house addition for a client. It's very cool for him. He's been making foamcore mockups like a real architect. His ideas are fantastic and I really hope it all goes thru. What a feather in his cap!

Joe is back and he Dogs are Happy

Alright, I have to start by stating that I have 1) made restitution (ie: changed Mia's dress color) for misrepresentation of events in my last post. Also, Joe wants it stated that, for the record, he did not cry. 2) The tape measure was not, in fact, Louis Vitton, but was lovely and was a gift from our friend Holly. 3) We did not end up having to pay for the window ourselves (thx Kathy!). 4) I think I'm going to stop letting Joe read my posts. He takes all the fun out of embellishing the stories!

Now on to the pix:


Joe delivered the pups to his mother, and she was kind enough to send us photos back. As you can see, the pups, Katie (standing) and Kyle (lounging on the knee) are already at home in the new digs. Kyle looks spent after such a long drive.


Kyle


Katie


Here's Joe's Mom in the kitchen. She's quite the cook. Cook Mom, Cook!


She even sent us pix of dinner! Mmmmmm. Steak and Mushrooms. Or is that Katie and Kyles dinner. She better not spoil them.

That's it for now! Everybodies home, in their respective houses & happy. And somebody got steak! All is well with the world.

Violated

I've been holding off posting because Joe is off on a road trip. I figured I'd wait until he returned and post with pix from his adventure. However, there's been a snag in this plan.

Let me start from the beginning. Joe took off last week in the new car (a lovely grey Element) with 2 dogs bound for his mother's house in Olympia, WA. They had a lovely time at a beachside Dog-hotel in San Francisco, where the lady-dog rolled in a dead bird. Joe attended a design show, then headed north leaving the Dogs with his mom. Next stop..Seattle to see old friends. All was going according to plan, when Joe and Mia spent the day at the Japanese Gardens. Upon returning to the Element, they found the window had been bashed in, and the camera, and his prized Louis Vitton measuring tape (a gift from a client) had been stolen. Fortunately no other damage was done, but the loss of $500.00 camera, and the fact that we had to pay for the window as well didn't exactly make either of us happy. So, since there are no pictures to be had, I have posted this artist rendering of events as I imagine them instead. Hopefully, he'll make it home in the next day or so without any more incedents (the car is being repaired as we speak).

As for me...I spent the week sick with a hideous head and chest cold, so I've got nothing to report. And sometimes, no news is good news.