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30 April, 2010 (13:36) | That is life | By: pooq

As I remember in the early days blogs were used as real diaries where people wrote down their feelings and personal experiences. Later blogs more and more were used as a platform for spreading news and officicial information. This blog post is of the old style, a very personal analysis of the situation of a sad wife and mother. Following her story she leads an unhappy life with her familiy which does not love her anymore. So if you decide to read the whole story you might get sad on what she writes. To me it seems the situation she is in is unsolvable, especially as long she has not the power to fight and stays within her valley of sadness. So what makes it even harder for her than her actual sad situation seems that she doesn’t expect anything good anymore and so sees backdraws whereever she looks too.

Three Dog Blog

30 April, 2010 (13:11) | That is life | By: pooq

Three Dog Blog: A walk around the block“ (- „and dancing to the jailrouse rock“).
That block has rhythm for sure. Something between rap and rock.

Obviously it is more gangsta rap: „I walked the boyz around the block“ and „all the dogs in the neighborhood were on High Alert.“ Riley, Boscoe and Toby rule the quarter. So read on at the article how they get the cab driver’s dog nuts and threaten the „beagle in the upstairs apartment“ and the „cocker spaniel in the back yard“. This is a really tough dog crew and you better don’t mess up with them if you are a dog.


30 April, 2010 (12:59) | That is life | By: pooq

„REMEMBER THESE ARE NOT MY PUPPIES. They are from Texas.“ If that is not a clear statement, than what shall be? Especially if from the article’s title you already know that it is about „Stolen Whippet Puppies“. For those slow minded people who still haven’t got the essence, there is a link in the blog post where you can read the whole story.

Reflections on a life in medicine & art

27 April, 2010 (18:09) | Art | By: pooq

As a consumer of arts I am not the same bizarre type as as an artist (an awful alliteration). So I like romantic pictures especially if they have a representational base. So take a look at these pictures and maybe you like them yourself, too…

Joy Logan „This Joy Of Art“

27 April, 2010 (18:04) | Art | By: pooq

The title of the blog makes clear that the author is not only making collages but also is writing poems as a true master of words. I for myself never experienced the Joy of art, which I lacked in my youth already. All I got in my arts classes were bad (re)marks. So my favourite answer was „I must say bizzare is my favorite way to express in collage. Pretty is not my thing.“ At least I wish now I were so witty then already to give such a clever answer which could cover my absolute inaptitude. But the author is not of this rotten style: she can handle the little pieces of paper and put them together to a whole „Talking Heads“ series of 13 pictures. What a joy. So close but so far.


27 April, 2010 (16:44) | Art | By: pooq

Reading my last posts some may think that I am an ignorant of the arts. My goodness, no! When Zorana is pushing paint around, well, I like the results. Take a look yourself.


27 April, 2010 (16:37) | That is life | By: pooq

„LOST in the translation“ is in obvious cry for help that comes along my way. But after all this time it is not too hard for me to translate the message of the blog post. The author is a fan of the TV series „LOST“ which unfortunally is about to end soon. Her husband on the other hand is not too much of a fan. He „only watched it sporadicly, wandering into the kitchen during an episode (I mean, come on!) and then expecting me to explain everything“.  So the only thing left for her is the „The LOST Underground Art Show“ which she is kindly linking too.

The only think which is left: what does translation have to do with it? I think it is simply. Whenever during some sport event running on TV it would be quite easy to translate his answers then too: „Do you want to talk with me now?“ – „Ewlwgnnoo“.

Ever so Dear

27 April, 2010 (16:17) | Art, That is life | By: pooq

What a nice surprise, when you get home from the birth of your second grandchild and get your artisan working place improved. All the natural mess you had with „stones, beads, wire, tools etc“ is gone. Properly they have been put into the new drawers. Well, when I look at my desk I want this too. What a mess. At least the keys are fixed in certain position at the keyboard so at least I am able to find all letters at their place.

And who was the nice person who did this improvements? Were it maybe house elves? No, what makes it even more wonderful: it was the artist’s loving husband. She already said so in the neck lace long title: „my wee but wonderful studio – OR – just because he doesn’t know beans about jewlery, doesn’t mean he can’t make a great work shop!“. Wow, a husband who loves her so much creating such a work shop. Above that he would not interfere her work in any other way as he has no clue of the true arts. And to make it all perfect his name is: Art.

This is the state of the art. And nothing else!