Wednesday, July 30, 2008

What's Eating Me Tonight


FangsOverFunSlide, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.

Ok, time for a confession. The other day, I was reading a website, done by another photographer, who talked about how he recently "didn't have much luck with juried shows lately." While it's true that, to the untrained eye, it might seem like I have been getting into more than my fair share of shows, it's also true that I'm no stranger to rejection either. I have learned, through time, trials, and tribulations, to just ignore the losses, celebrate the gains, and, as you well know if you read this website at all, leave the opening night reception the split second the booze runs out. This mantra has served me well over the years-I've gotten far, showed some, gotten rejected a bit too, and learned to live with, maybe actually enjoy, those little bumps in the road others may take as a more personal form of rejection. Hey, I'm an exhibiting artist, and everybody and their brother wants to be one of those, it comes with the turf-you have to learn to either deal with it or just accept it and move on. Life can be cruel and the booze does run out so watch yourself out there, snowflakes.

And so, life goes on in Carol's Little World. I blog, I watch Top Gear re-runs when I can, I avoid scary TiVo's with Nicolas Cage, and I continue to take pictures because, well, that's just what I do.

With one noted exception: the local art fair.

Now, I don't know why but, for some reason, for some strange twist of the heavens, I can never seem to get accepted into any form of local art fair. Sure, don't get me wrong, I've shipped work overseas, I've done shows in New York, heck I once even got written up by a critic (and it was positive! Go figure!) but, somehow, some way, some strange twist of fate always seems to keep me out of the Podunk, Texas fair and rodeo grounds or the local Autumn Moon exhibit. You know those shows-they are the little ones, usually at places like the library, that feature all of the "local" artists-they have your grannies watercolors and Aunt Sally's pretty paintings of flowers. They never take my stuff though, ever. I could send them a freaking Monet with my name on it and they'd reject me yet again It's always the damn little shows that eat me up too.

Now, it doesn't take a genius to figure out what happens here. I get rejected from the local art fair yet again, I feel all down in the dumps, I think I'm not worthy again, I pout and mope and wonder what kind of booze they are enjoying at the local art fair this year, and then I pick myself up, move on, and get accepted into some kind of show off in New York or something. It's always the case. Every year, it's the same old, same old. And then, the local art fair announces it's next call for entries it's come around again, and I stress and I strain, and I rack my brain trying to think of what sort of crap-on-a-stick artwork they could possibly want to exhibit this year and I go off and I send them something I think is just ducky, for sure *this year* they are going to love it and let me in and throw a "Carol" parade, complete with balloons, elephants, and face painting for the kids, but then, when the acceptance notices come in...BAM!...rejected yet again. The cycles continues until I'm dizzy.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not actually complaining about this. I mean, on the whole, I'd much rather be in the shows I have been in. I don't actually mind getting rejected from the podunk art fairs-they never sell any artwork anyway-but there's just something about being rejected each and every single time that just frustrates me to no end. I mean, what are there people exactly looking for in an artist and, for pete's sake, if I'm good enough to go get into shows in places like New York and San Francisco, Toronoto and St. Louis, why, oh why, do the good people of Podunk not want to look at my artwork? I mean, what could they possibly have against me? (Nevermind, don't answer that.)

It goes without saying really but, in case you could not figure it out from this post, I'm sitting here filling in the annual, "I'm going to get rejected but I have to, I just have to, send it in anyway," form to my local art fair.

Ahem, wish me luck. I say that and yet, even if I had all of the luck in the world....

Until next time...

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Finish This


Stone House In Field, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.

Here are some questions for you to ponder. Note that, in true Carol fashion, I have not actually phrased them in the form of a question. No, they are actually statements, phrases for you to finish for me. Hey, what can I say? You know I'm a lazy bugger....

* The world could really do without...

* I consider a complete week's worth of groceries to include...

* The components that make up my hero are....

* If I got to choose my dreams, I would dream only about...

Then there's also that one I always throw in about, you know, "if you were let loose in a Wal-Mart super center with an infinite supply of money but could only buy 3 items, what 3 items would you purchase?" but that's a story that has already been told.

What? Go on....question the answer and answer the question already.

Until next time....
(Putting the W in WTF? any which way we can)

Sunday, July 27, 2008

The Afterlife


Ghost, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.

A friend of mine, Scriber's Web, asked the other day, "what things would you take with you to the afterlife?"

Here is my response:


  • My ipod-yes, I know it's true, we now have the iphone 3G but I still love my mini. Does that make me "retro cool" or just "helplessly tragic?" The jury is still out on that one but, either way, my ipod's coming along for the ride if I have any say in the matter.

  • Some really good pasta-ok, so I'm a carbivore. What can I say?

  • My TiVo-being a technical device of sound mind (!) and strong body, my TiVo faithfully records all sorts of crap I'd miss otherwise. Yes, yes, I know, I'm willing to forgive that murder plot it hatched a few moons back and put up with its little (!) obsession over Nicolas Cage. Even given all of the "bad karma" that TiVo's been able to drum up, I'd still take along my TiVo and my TV set. A girl's got to have something to watch, right? Besides, after all of this, you wouldn't want me to start to miss my Law and Order re-runs now, would you?

  • My camera foo-all of it. The lenses, the lensbabies, the big mama macro, the converted infrared body, even the old Hassy that never gets used. Hey, I can always hope there's a stash of film up there, right? I'm sure those "I Use Film!" people have found their way into the afterlife and taken over all of the sinks already.

  • My photo book collection-all of it. Yes, I know it's heavy but, hey, this isn't the airlines, right? There were no weight restrictions when I signed up for this ticket. Besides, I want to spend all of eternity (ok, maybe just part of it) looking at some pretty pictures.

  • Coffee, chocolates, and other assorted "vices-" the afterlife may be all of that and more, but I still want my fill of these earthbound treats.

  • My car-I swear I can remember a Monty Python skit of some kind where the Grim Reaper shows up at the door, to collect the entire crowd, only to find them too lazy to walk. After eating tainted potato salad, or some such thing, the group decides they are, in fact, too lazy and, almost like a misguided Top Gear stunt, all decide to drive into the hereafter. The skit might have ended with them all driving into the afterlife as a joke, but this is my list so, if it were up to me, I'd take the old clunker. Besides, who knows? They might have effortless car washes up there and then, for once, I'd be able to drive a clean white crap-mobile. Hey, you laugh but it could happen. (Maybe they even have one of those hot wax machines with like the big fluffy brushes and all. Man, I love big fluffy brushes.)

  • My dog-this one goes without saying but Chase would have to come along too. Pack up your bowl, little buddy, it's going to be a long car ride to this vets....

  • My sleep number bed-hey, the afterlife should be just as comfortable as this one, right? Besides, who would want to rest for all eternity on a lumpy bed?

  • Finally, in a feeble attempt at making myself immortal, I'd have to wind up with an accessory-an infinite supply of compact flash. In my defense, it had to go with the camera and, hey, good luck finding that. If I have to wait for you to drum up more CF than I can shoot in an after-lifetime, I might be around this one for a long, long time....


All that and I'm sure there's still a million things I didn't think of.

Until next lifetime this time...

Friday, July 25, 2008

Rainbow Over Quick Hits


OrbGrowinginDuneSwap, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.

No, no, no, no, I have not forgotten you. I've been trying to avoid the home computer, since it's about blown up. I will try to get a new computer this weekend, we'll see how that goes. (Anybody got a spare taser I can borrow, you know, one to fend off all of the angry iPhone 3G buying mobs outside of my local Apple store? Yeah, I thought not.)

Chase has been shaved for the summer-he looks really cute san hair but he hates it. He misses to 'do. Oh well, since it's been a balmy 102 in the shade, a thick poodle coat is not good to have right now anyway. His curls will grow back, probably just in time for winter too.

The Polaroid film has arrived! Yeah! I'm now the proud owner of 15 packs of TZ artistic film. Wish me luck melting that stuff-it shouldn't be too hard, since it's only 102 degrees in the shade today.

I have sent my stuff off for a few upcoming shows, one in Chicago and one in New Orleans. A brief period of relax between the hectic, as the show schedule is really shaping up to be in full swing. Odd, especailly since it's the summer but, hey, that's how it goes sometimes.

The Pond Society Tour was fun-really great actually. I think I might have gotten some shots from that, though it's hard to tell. It's been so hot, I kind of just konked out when we got close to the end. I ended up missing one pond but that's ok, I still managed to make quite a few of them and they were good. The ones in the morning, I think, were the best, in part because, well, they were just better ponds and, in part, because I wias a bit more "fresh" and less hot. Hey, at least the mornings are cool.

Hello Dolly! She missed us here in Austin. We got some rain but no major flooding or other "hurricane" type events. Actually, come to think of it, we sure could use more rain. I'd ask for another hurricane but, somehow, I'd guess the people on the coast wouldn't like me very much if I did that.

My blurb book is stuck in Oregon. What's up with that? Would somebody please tell me what in the heck is in Oregon anyway? I mean, it's not like it's St. Louis or Kansas, or Chicago or one of those places stuck "in the middle." It's on the frreaking coast, for Heaven's sake. I mean no offense to those from Oregon but, why oh why has my package gone stuck there? It's not like it was en route to Hawaii or some such thing. Bummer, man. Bring her home, bring her home! Out from the wild blurb yonder already.

I'm still secretly (ok maybe not) in love with the Stig, if only I knew who he really was.Speaking of "really was" there really is a rainbow in the picture above. Look to the right of the big orb-like bush and you might just find it, though, I'd never say for certain, seeing as "that would be telling" and all. (And we can't have that now, can we?)

Oh, all that and, Happy Friday, y'all!

Until next time...

Monday, July 21, 2008

Funny Dirty Little Story


Thistle No 1, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.

A friend telephoned the other day. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Watching Doctor Who reruns," I said, "and eating popcorn. I don't know why but, somehow, I watch nothing but British TV now, Oh, and, this popcorn is really, really stale even though I just got it."

"I was with a British man once," she told me, "Did you know that they aren't usually circumcised?"

"I've heard something about that," I told her, "I think only here in America do we get all sort of 'cut happy' when it comes to our infant boys. In Europe, they only do it if you're Jewish or some such thing."

"It was really weird seeing the little top hat on it," she told me, "like it was all covered up under a hood or something. I couldn't get used to it. I kept just staring at it wondering...watching it, waiting for it to pop out. I kept wanting to ask the guy 'so, are you going to take his little coat off or am I supposed to peel it or something?' It was really weird, like I just couldn't get my head around it..."

"That was a poor choice of words," I replied, "a very, very poor choice of words...."

And, to think, the popcorn's still stale. Pffft.

Until next time...

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

'Round Midnight


Ghostly Figure, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.

I've been extra busy recently and haven't had time to blog. Thought I'd blog off a quick one to let you know what's been happening.

I created my first blurb book yesterday (actually, quite technically, maybe literally, today, since it was uploaded just about midnight Central Standard Time.) It's called Drive and it's a small (soon to be expanded) collection of images shot while driving. It's my "drive by" now high and dry and, well, I guess, blurbed for all to enjoy.

Steve is turning 40. Gosh, I feel old.

I have some dirty jokes to share, but I'm not going to tarnish this nice image with some of that. Be on the lookout for another gargoyle, or some such thing, if you are one of those "dirty minded" folks (and you know who you are :~)

I saw a new (well, new to me) episode of Top Gear. It was funny but then, you probably already knew that. A few kind folks (and you know who you are) have taken to sending me bit torrent downloads of the new episodes but I haven't had time to watch. I'm been up to my elbows, and points higher, in broken electronic equipment, missed deadlines, and photo crap that I just so need to do. Maybe soon I'll catch up. Don't worry-The Stig still makes me all giggly.

I'm going to get a new computer. The Mussolini hard drive is killing me. The laptop is burning me. I'm surrounded by tons of broken equipment and I just can't take it anymore. Even the cell phone has started to konk out and, with all the broken crap piling up, I just can't handle another broken electronic device or even one more dead battery. (Hide me.) I'm going to splurg, spoil myself, and get a new iMac. Wish me luck. I'll have to fend off all the ipod 3G angry mobs just to do it too.

I'm going to try to attend the Austin Pond Society tour this weekend. It's an annual event celebrating water gardens in and around Austin. Yes, I plan on bringing my camera with me. (Silly, that's the whole point.) Look for color infrared shots of that stuff once I take them. (Hey, you heard it first.)

No word on the Polaroid film. It's supposed to be here by now. I'm getting worried.

Chase is still curly-he badly needs a shave.

I'm sure I've forgotten something but this should tide you over. Oh yeah, speaking of "tides," it hasn't rained in so long, I've forgotten what water looks like. It's only wet in my.....and me without my gargoyle.

Until next time...

Thursday, July 10, 2008

And Me Without My Cursing Chef


Hells Kitchen, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.

This is a shot I uploaded today in honor of the last season of Hell's Kitchen. For those who didn't catch it, the girl from Missouri won (nice job, chica!) Maybe, now that he has some free time on his hands, the cursing chef could cook me up a new hard drive. Eh, nevermind that, the last time I tried to eat computer equipment I found it to be way too crunchy-the metal bits gets stuck in your teeth and all. Not a good idea, if you ask me but, hey, maybe if he put a sprig of parsley on there, what with him being some kind of royal five star chef and all, he could cook it up a bit tastier. Gigabyte, anyone?

In other, less British news (why, oh why are such great Doctor Who re-runs wasted on an odd lot of folks who drive on the wrong side of the road and couldn't tell a time machine apart from a wild free roaming sheep?) Kathy has made it back from Kansas, I've been busy doing lots of odd crap and I soon to have a new blogging friend to tell you about. Yes, it's true snowflakes, I've corrupted, I mean, um "converted" (yeah, that's it) anotehr of my friends over to the entire "flickr, blogger, I so need a life but here are my glorious megapixels anyway" existance known to the rest of the free world as "public blogging." (Not to be confused with "public flogging" which is, as you know, is not nearly as fun, though a bit less painfull from what I've been told.)

I'll put a link to the new website, photoblog, dark hovel of her inner mind once she gets going and feels more comfortable sharing in her site. In the meantime, I'm busy trying to help as best I can while printing, uploading, writing, and doing all of that while praying my hard drive lasts another day. Is that the sun I see rising? Crap, the vampire in me must rest now.

Until next time...

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

That Horrible Clanking Noise-Why it's Mussolini at my Door


ExplodingFerrisWheelNo1, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.

This morning, I was all set to sit down and write you a kickin', killer, hilarious post (well, ok, maybe it wasn't really all that funny but, hey, I can pretend, right? Besides, I was all out of words starting with the letter "k") about some such thing or another, when I turned on my computer and it started making that expensive knocking sound.

Something that cars, computers, Carol's, and a few other devices starting with the letter "c" have in common is that they should never knock. No, snowflakes, cars, computers, and the like should never knock, crack, creek, crackle, or make any kind of odd noises at all. Nope, not allowed. We're not having any. Don't you dare. Speaking as a former world dictator, now living in my own little world, I have declared that such devices, should they happen to make any kind of noise at all, shall make only happy "zoom zoom" noises. Absolutely no knocking of any kind is permitted. Maybe, just maybe, if you ask really nicely, we'll permit something like a "vroom vroom" noise but only on a Friday and only when I'm in a good mood (actually, come to think of it, when am I not in a good mood on Friday?) Nevermind that, I have declared, when I come to power, my computer will immediately stop making that horrible, yet expensive, knocking noise and, so help me, I'll kill it if it even thinks about spreading it to the car.

So, there I sat, all helpless, convinced that the hard drive, the main hard drive on my main computer-the "brains" behind Carol's Little World, if you will-was about to blow. Not only was it about to blow, it was going to go down and take about 200 gigabytes of photos with it-all of New Orleans, all the field trips, all of Italy-it was all about to blow. Vaporize into the great "Carol Blue Yonder" a place previously reserved only for bad Christmas photos, tons of shots of Chase out-of-focus, a close up of my nose from when I was too drunk to point the camera 'round the right way, and the like.

At this point, instead of writing my blog post, with the sound of my unhappy hard drive grinding in the background, I started frantically backing up my data.

I'm happy (or maybe not) to say that I think I got most (if not all) of it to "higher ground" as it were. But now I'm stuck with the horrible hard drive, literally grinding away, wondering what the heck to do with it. I mean, come on, what could my hard drive possibly have against Italy and how, praytell, am I going to get out of this one?

I've taken to calling it a Mussolini drive and wondering what to do about it. I had been thinking about getting a new computer but, like most folks, was going to fend this thought off until either I could afford it or I absolutely couldn't live without one. And now, I'm unhappy to say, it looks like "plan b" is staring me in the face.

Oh the humanity! If I don't blog for a while, well, hate to say it, but it's probably because I can't, not for lack of trying. Wish me luck fending off the iphone mobs breaking into the Apple store.

Until next, maybe long, time...

Sunday, July 06, 2008

Happy 4th of July/Back to NOLA


PinkSkyOverWhiteSands, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.

I hope that everybody had a happy and safe 4th of July/holiday weekend, ate more than their fair share of BBQ, and had a cold beer over this long weekend. For my non-US friends, this weekend was the 4th of July holiday weekend in the US and it allowed most (if not all) of us to enjoy Friday away from work. The 4th is a summer holiday where we celebrate our independence, light fireworks, enjoy summer music, relax, unwind, and all of that. I got to do a little kicking back, as well as a lot of sleeping which was much needed, believe me. For the first time in quite a while, I don't feel "tired" or under the grind. I'm actually a bit more relaxed than usual, but not for lack of exciting current events.

For starters, KathyV returned from Kansas this week (Thursday, I think it was) and emailed me to inform me that, in some royal "screw up" at the film factory (yes, I said FILM factory!) Polaroid "mysteriously found" 4000 boxes of completely manipulatable Time Zero/SX70 film. If you act now, and I do mean NOW snowflakes (NOW as it, quit reading this and head over the Freestyle already, NOW, not "now" as in when you get a round to it now) you too can order some fresh manipulatable Time Zero film. But, in the spirit of all things fleeting, you must GO and I mean GO NOW, since they are down to about 600 boxes left, about 15 less since I spoke with them last actually. For those mathematically challenged readers out there (and you know who you are) yes, that does mean that I have ordered and will hopefully be receiving 15 boxes of manipulatable Polaroid Time Zero film. If I weren't so well-rested (and knew how to dance, actually,) I'd jump up and do some kind of a jig.

In other, perhaps slightly less (but only slightly less!) exciting news, this image was accepted into a national juried exhibition to be held in New Orleans at the end of the month. In seriously "crazy but hey, it's me so you should come to expect all of that and nothing less" news, I'm actually thinking about going to one of my gallery shows and spending a long weekend in NOLA to celebrate, visit the gallery, enjoy the booze at the opening, and all of that goodness and light. Yes, you read it here first, I'm seriously thinking about going all NOLA on you.

Polaroid film, manipulations, NOLA, God, it's like 2005 pre-Katrina around here. If it weren't for the White Sands photos and the complete lack of songs by The Killers on the radio, I'd completely swear I was stuck in some kind of a happy time warp and it was still middle of the decade or something. (Nice to meet you, Mr. Brightside!)

Until next time...

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Death of a Once Loyal Machine


Dome Over City, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.

In the days after the end of the war, HalBot grew so despondent he contemplated suicide. He would wander around the grounds of the formerly top secret missile launch site aimlessly, closing himself off from the rest of the world, remaining tightly sealed. He never opened his top to enjoy the fresh summer air anymore, ignoring completely the idle chatter from random satellites that would fly overhead. He grew increasingly depressed and on the verge of suicide when he discovered that our budget had been cut yet again. We actually once caught him trying to roll off a cliff.

The catchy phrase, "Don't jump! Don't jump!" became our new battlecry, until one of our former nuclear scientists pointed out that HalBot did not, in fact, have legs and actually had wheels, which we had previously (and very cleverly) substituted for feet. Wheels instead of feet dictated that it was, in fact, impossible for him to jump off of anything at all, let alone a cliff.

Accepting our newfound circumstance, our motto became, "Don't roll! Don't roll!"

Alas, we don't know for certain what is to become of our once loyal HalBot, but we can say for sure that, unable to roll any closer to his impending doom, he's been left to rust in a parking lot of the outskirts of town.

Such is the way of the bombmaker....