The Adventures and Misadventures of a Neer Do Well Artist Living in Baltimore. |
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I am a visual artist and writer living in Baltimore. I don't have any artist friends. Frankly, artists scare me, there so darn flaky. The above picture is either of me or proof that I'm a pretty decent artist. My goal is to be a self sufficient artist, whereas I wouldn't have to do something else in the day in order to eke out an existence. I also like to attend various cultural events around town. I go to plays, the symphony, etc. Also, I have Asperger's Syndrome. I found this out recently and it has explained a heck of a lot as to why I am as I am.
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Tuesday, December 21, 2004 Today, is the Winter Solstice or Yule thus I took the day off. I went to church in the evening for the Winter Solstice Ritual service they were giving. I thought I’d be the only black person there. Surprise, Surprise I wasn’t! I even saw black guys there! As I looked around the congregation that night I wondered if they were all fellow Wiccans/Pagans or just people with nothing better to do that evening. One thing’s for sure, I had never said Blessed Be in public before. I felt giddy saying it aloud. This is the most Pagan Wiccany thing I’d ever done in public. I think I said it along with the congregation a zillion times that night. Also, there was this black woman that got up and read a poem. I did a double take when I saw her because she looked like this girl I went to high school with. I quickly glanced down at the program and noticed that it wasn’t her. I felt a little sad. The kid that played Joseph in the Christmas pageant was one of the dancers in a Japanese sun goddess dance presentation they put on. He looked a little more enthusiastic than he did on Sunday. The service neared it’s end with what else but cakes and ale. Ok, cookies and non-alcoholic wassail. They ran out of wassail by the time I went down to get some. So I just had a cookie. At the end of the service they passed out sprigs of holly that were fastened to a red ribbon. Even though the holly pricked my fingers I pinned it to my coat. I didn’t stay around for the reception they gave after the service. Then again I never stay around for receptions after church. If I’m still going there six months from now then maybe I’ll consider the after church meet and greet.... WHAT I’M WEARING:
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