{"id":3739,"date":"2013-06-03T21:24:08","date_gmt":"2013-06-03T21:24:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kaisercaimo.com\/blog\/2013\/06\/03\/stardate\/"},"modified":"2013-06-03T21:24:08","modified_gmt":"2013-06-03T21:24:08","slug":"stardate","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kaisercaimo.com\/blog\/2013\/06\/03\/stardate\/","title":{"rendered":"Stardate"},"content":{"rendered":"

This feels like one of those in-between times, when the days all bleed together. A time before or after something that will turn out to be momentous. I feel like I should be trying to keep a record, or I’ll forget this period of my life completely.\u00a0<\/p>\n

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So what to say? It’s summer, but it feels different to other summers. I’ve become used to summers in the city, marking the changing of the seasons by human tides: people walking the waterfront, filling the streets, contaminating my favourite deserted bars, even in the afternoons, and occasionally inviting me to barbeques.<\/p>\n

Not this year. Down in this leafy river valley, summer feels like a secret between me and the animals. Did you know rabbits are kinda sleazy when they sunbathe? Hi gals.<\/p>\n

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I’ve travelled a little this spring but I still seem to see more animals than people.<\/p>\n

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Other things, for the record:<\/p>\n

I’m planting things and getting too invested in their growth.\u00a0<\/p>\n

I’ve got assignments and other responsibilities, but I wear them lightly. I am diligent, but not sincere.\u00a0<\/p>\n

I am not needed these days (except by my little seedlings) and it feels okay.\u00a0<\/p>\n

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I’ve just about finished the comic\/book I’ve been working on. I don’t know what to call it, exactly; I suppose it’s an art journal of sorts. I recycled an old notebook to make it. The pages are stained where I tried to soak out old ink. Some are frayed and thin where I pulled the fibres ragged with an eraser.<\/p>\n

Here’s a sketch.\u00a0<\/p>\n

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I suppose I’ll begin uploading that when I have it scanned. It’s a good 40+ pages, so it might take a while..<\/p>\n

I decided that reusing an old journal made sense for a project that was essentially about death and renewal. On a similar note, a toenail that I badly bruised about 8 months ago finally fell off and left the nail-bed exposed, pink and tender as a newborn. That seemed like a less poetic metaphor for resurrection, though, so I didn’t incorporate it.\u00a0<\/p>\n

What else has happened? \u00a0<\/p>\n

I crashed my bike this week. A dark lagoon-like bruise flowered on the back of my hand and my kneecap looks like a supernova.\u00a0<\/p>\n

I saw a cat that looked like my one-year-missing cat but it wasn’t, it was some other jerk.<\/p>\n

I played violin on the roof and a finch became violently enraged and flew at my face. His wingtips brushed my cheek. This is the second time that birds have been moved to violence by my playing; either I am not very good or I am on the brink of learning how to control them. If this happens my life will have taken an unexpected turn.<\/p>\n

I will keep you posted.<\/p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This feels like one of those in-between times, when the days all bleed together. A time before or after something that will turn out to be momentous. I feel like I should be trying to keep a record, or I’ll forget this period of my life completely.\u00a0 So what to say? It’s summer, but it … Continue reading “Stardate”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[44,26],"class_list":["post-3739","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorised","tag-art-journal","tag-photography"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kaisercaimo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3739","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kaisercaimo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kaisercaimo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kaisercaimo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kaisercaimo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3739"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kaisercaimo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3739\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kaisercaimo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3739"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kaisercaimo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3739"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kaisercaimo.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3739"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}