i posted this a while ago but i moved my occasional blogging back to my blog page

http://hendersonmorris.blogspot.com/

if you want to see what kind of crazy stuff is going on inside my head, or possibly some incredibly aweful typing skills...yeah i got that going on too.

cheers

M

ok no im not going over the same subject as the previous post so similarly named; this is one about specific "missings."

have you ever missed someone who you absolutely have no reason to miss, someone that should be so far out of your life that worrying and missing that personwould probably in all intents and purposes be wasting your time with silliness. yet, byond all reason and all logic you continue to miss this person.

what an impractical and impetous thing it is to be human eh? i boggle my own mind with my actions sometimes trying to understand why my head lets my heart do such stupendously idiotic things and vice versa. why cant there be a steady stream of concurrent, complientary, and cohesive data from the two powerhouses of our life.

maybe it jsut seems impractical to me as a guy....we have a tendency to compartmentalize. box up onething and move on...its how we were made, its not our fault ladies. i heard it best explained to me by a friend in college: "guys are like waffles and girls are like spaghetti." and its true...well crap for some reason i think ive mentioned that before....hopefully just deja vu, which by the way is one of the weirdest feelings i think....ok that cues the rambling, whihc in turn is my cue to shut the heck up...

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Do you ever feel as if your head is just to full, that there is such a plethora of information, and feelings, and thoughts, that sometimes you think your head may just burst? my problem is that my brain has so much input, and so little input that if i get the inclination to lay a few words down or draw or paint or whatever i fell like doing creatively, i get stuck because there is just too much to put down at one time, so for a bulk of the times this happens i just give up out of frustration over not being able to focus the cacophonay of everything going on inside my head into something tangible. i get so caugt up in all the possibilities that i lose track of getting anything from brain to fingers....and tehn you throw teh pressure of time in there and things just go all to h, e, double hockeysticks. i guess thats how life is, just picking your battles and focusing just that little bit to get from your head to the outside world. Throw in the distraction of the world around you....ach its as if nothign will ever get done. thne ther are always teh creative mood swings.....not necessarily literal mood swings, though that can happen as well....biut those times when you get all fired up and creatively passionate as apposed to teh other end of teh pendulum....a lacsidasical apathy of sorts. the creative process is such a volitile and quirky thing....i dont know how to explain thebasics let alone the hang ups, the hinderences, and sometimes the hilarity of it all. i dont do this very often, blogging, or any writing really for that matter....not enough it would seems...as everytime i come to write i experience the above mentioned state of what some call writer's block, so all that comes out is an explanation of writers block....what an absolutely ridiculous expenditure of my crap typing skills. well yeah, hmmm what else to put down....oh yeah....have you ever seen an actor/actress in a movie that reminded you of someone you knew to such a degree that you would do the occasionall double take everytime they came on screen....i had that happen tonight, and well, it just threw me of a bit....soeone i havent seen in ages and miss terribly....it really throws off your movie watching vibe. its almost like running into someone you hadnt planned on running into which would have been teh better option at the end of things....jsut in a different way...ok now im starting to confuse myself.....apologies....anywho yeah its odd....well i gues sthats enough blathering for one late night entry.....my advice, dont blog after watching oddly humerous, mediocre sci-fi flicks....it will deffinitly alter your normal blogging groove.... end

Yeah, ok, no one is missing per say, well not in the back of the milk carton sort of way anyways, but yeah someone is missing....me. I am missing in teh complete reverse sense that your thinking now. I havent mysteriously disapeered or been snatched up and carried away. i am mising in teh adverb sense..its just who's on other end of the "missing" thats the big conundrum. Have you ever fealt like theres someone missing? Maybe a particular someone, maybe not, but someone that should be in your life on a regular basis, maybe its a friend, a sibling, a parent, or someone to fill a completly different role.; but someone that fills a certain place in your life that makes it more complete. Now i could get into the whole," Jesus will fill that hole thats in your heart," and yeah thats totally true, but i know what that hole feels like, and what its like when its filled. Who knows maybe that is it and i am just completley oblivious, but i dont think so. this is a different sized hole. God made us to be social creatures. human beings are not mean t for the hermits life...yeah there are exceptions to every rule, but for the most part we need other people, thats how He made us; that is why you feel those holes that need to be filled. Me, i grew up having to be independant and somewhat selfsufiscient,as is want to happen when one fits in with such dismal failure as i did in middle and high school. College brought about a completly different lifestyle filled with people that finally revealed to me that there are others like me out there. from there my life has been a constant struggle beweent my independent, hermatic moods with my over exuberant, center of attention, make peopel laugh self. what a dichotomous life one can lead eh? I know most of you who read these things dont actually know me or anything so this might come off a bit weird but i just needed to vent a bit. they always comeout as these meandering rambles wiht attrocious spelling and odd vocabulary usage. well thats me, deal with it;) maybe its teh sappy low key music ive been listening to, striking an odd chord (pun most defintily intended) with me, whatever it is, just fealt like writing about something..... Espescially now that i can do it on a mobile basis...i have moved on from a desk top lifestyle to that of teh mobile 21st centurian. And with a mac no less...man i cant tell you how cool this thing is. yeha most of you already know ir have an idea, well im new to the laptop world so cut me a wee bit of slack eh....oh yeah, and im sure if you read my little verbal splurt of a blog form earlier today that i highly recommend James Blunt. incrredible music, but be warned: between him and Feist (also highly recommeded) these might have had a slight influence on my bog inducing mood this evening. End

I am now a memeber of the ever growing, hip family that is known as mac owners. i recently bucked up and purchased a new powerbook of the 15"variety. oh man it brings back the days of using macs back in college for graphics. it was like christmas when teh pacakge arrived early yesterday morning. and if any of you with this computer or those thinking of getting one and are looking for a bag for it to go in, may i recommend the Timbuk2 "Commute" bag. its absolutely perfect and tough as nails. ive had a normal messenger bag of ttheirs for a while and have been severly happy with its durability and usefulness.

also for recommended fo ryour listening pleasure: James Blunt "Back to Bedlam" he was just on SNL last sat and is amazing. im quite a fan, afte rpicking up the cd yesterday.

well thats about all i have time for, sorry its been so long since ive written anything of substance...ill get back to it i promise.

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OK so i have lately discovered Flickr so i dumped a bunc hof older, recent, and newer pieces of art photography, doodles, and experimentation. check it out at:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/harchangel/

let me know what you think!

 

cheers

-Michael-

So, to elaborate on my weekend i am going to try and put it in story form for entertainment's sake....i may throw in some fictional stuff in jsut to make things mildly humerous, if not more entertaining. So, Follows is the Tale of Michael's Weekend Adventures.

Friday's are the best and the worst of days. They are the gate to the weekend, so there is that imbued elation of the coming abstinance rom work, responsability, and everything work related; but it is also the last day of the week. This means Einstien and his blasted theory of relativity rears its ugly head making the clocks tick away at an interminably slow pace. So as the final clicks of the clock sounded i managed to escape with the bulk of my sanity intact. The rest of the evening was spent relishing the newly bought groceries and 2 movie rentals that made my friday evening quite enjoyable and severly relaxing.

Saturday was spent mostly out of the house  with lunch being spent with teh folks at a pizza place watching University of Michigan struggle towards a hard won one, and Michigan State University wallow in the degradation of a debacle of epic proportons. i then proceeded to hang out with a couple who are home from England at the moment just before they leave for taiwan (talk about the jetsetting crowd). my afternoon after that consisited of me taking up residence in the local coffeeshop with a hot apple cider and a good book waiting for 5 o clock to roll around so that i could travel half an hour to a friend's place to go out to eat and tehn on to the night's main attraction,......(insert drum roll here)...a Corn Maze...that's right folks you read that correctly. in teh dark of night we went to a maze cut into the shpe of our solar system in a field of corn....how much more back country, red-neck can you get....but let me tell you...it was a blast, though the rest of my friends, after half an hour, bummed out on me and opted to going and having a bonfire at someone's house, which was fine, but the corn maze was alot of fun to sneak around in and scare timid highschoolers out of their socks.

So the rest of the night was spent trying to make a bonfire out of newspaper, weeds, wet wood, and copious amounts of gasoline (dont try this at home kids). An entertaining, fast paced, edge of your seat experience let me tell you. Dan was practically engulfed in flames, with only his left hand hair being singed off as the only reprocussion from such a moronic action.

Sunday another on eof those good/bad days that the week holds for obvious reasons was spent skipping church to work on the church's logo (irony at its best) and baking cookies to send off to my younger sis at college and brownies for movie night at Community.Follow that by watching To End All Wars at community while my brownies were devoured, and you have a fairly cohesive telling of my weekend...i hope you enjoyed my little narration, if not...well...that is just too bad for you.

Why is it i so look forward to the weekend? just because i am not owrking doenst mean om not just as, if not more, busy than during the weekend. why should the tiniest bit more freedom count for so much?

i never really know what to say in these things..

fitting in....never something i ahve been that great at....for some reason i always feel liek im outside looking in, even with my best of friends such as the SWAMP and others....it is like i am on teh verge of fitting in, but there is some habit or traight or hobby or dislike, or....or whatever that keeps me jsut enough apart that sometimes i just feel out of place. it makes me wonder if it is a sign to move on when i feal so out of synch with those around me or if its a sign i need to change....or...well yeah im starting to ramble again...blast i hate when i ramble. i seem to write in stream of consciousness, instead of some other narrative style, ah well...my blog i can do what i want with it...heck i could pull data entry duty and jsut start listing names in the phone book in un-alpahbetical order if i so desired....ok back to teh fitting in....i know as an artist that yeah im supposed to be out there, i should be on teh edge of creativity therefor leaving me alone. but goodness, sometimes that lonlienss jsut sucks out there. so then you come back creatively censoring the more outrageous directions your art has taken to make it more palatable to those around you (espescially those with deep wallets). it is such a war between being true to yourself and your vision and catering to others for success. i hvae an aweful sens of balance...balanceing acts suck, why cant i jsut do one or the other ad be ok with it....wow ok this has progressed into some serious meandering along the pathways of my brain....well ...wow this actually grew a bit lengthy.

This is officially my favorite season. Of the four this is the absolute best, and you may argue this point, but you would be wrong, and I will tell you why.

First: Color. you cant beat the color in fall, yeah the flowers bloom in spring, yes the stark whiteness of winter is captivating, the lush greens of summer do have quite the lacsidasical and soporific effect one should have at that time of year, but who in their right mind could love any of this more than the bright golds, the brilliant russet reds, the deep dark purples that just enrich the air around them.

Second: Weather. It’s not too warm; it’s brisk enough to wear a big fluffy comfortable sweater/sweatshirt. It’s not too cold for bonfires, its perfect weather for hiking through the brilliantly colored woods. Cold enough to rationalize curling up in front of a fire with a good book or movie with a massive mug of hot cocoa or hot mulled apple cider.

Third: it’s the last big blast to do as much without snow clothes as possible.

Yeah I'm sure i sound like a sentimental goofball and I'm sure you all have similar reasons to back up your favorite season, but you guys don’t have the one hour commute along Lake Michigan that I do after work. As I was driving through the sunny crisp autumn air watching the sun mix with the water to make such a deep oceanic blue that would take your breath away. Put that rich cool color up against the wonderful warmth’s of the leaves of the tress, and you have an artist’s dream of warm/cool contrast realized.

Ok so I sound like a sentimental goofball, but man after sitting in a cubicle all week I just take the color and verve of God's creation so much more to heart.

Well if you want to argue with me and try and convince me of your fav season go for it, but ill warn you it’s a hard sell.

oh yeah and for my media recommendation I’m going to substitute it for food....and my fall food of choice...ok I cant pick between the two so ill give you both: pumpkin donuts and warm apple pie with vanilla ice cream and carmel....yeah I have a massive sweet tooth back off;)

 

Cheers

-Michael-

 

 

With the weekend coming up, I look back, and, man what a stressful week, 3 logos to complete, 30 hours of graphic designing for a concrete company, helping with the planning of a month long festival celebrating the life of one of my favorite authors; so upon reflection I decided tonight was a night to have off, to relax and hopefully recharge.

So my night has consisted of cooking dinner for my folks, a bit of comic book reading, a sampling of ben and jerry's "half baked" (an excellent choice in high grade ice cream if I do say so myself...and I do), and then concluding the night with a viewing of Finding Forrester, one of my favorite Gus van Sant movies (only topped by Good Will Hunting which is, of course in my top 5, as it should be with everyone) with a bit of doodling, drawing and art scheming. I'll finally finish this evening off sleeping the night away in preparation for the home stretch of the workweek.

Finding Forrester is just a great flick to recharge to, in all senses of the word; creativity, passion, and determination. I love the how it deals with both the positive and negatives of a creative soul and mind. As much of a creative person as I am, and as much of a bookaholic as I am cursed to be; this movie always makes me want to write. Now I know I have no place in the literary world as a writer, but sometimes I just get that urge...maybe its all the words I read stored up inside me trying to seep out somewhere other than my mouth (fingers being the case in this instance), maybe its my passion for creativity trying to find an outlet other than the visual...who knows. Whatever the case, here I am writing a somewhat lengthy blog to the vast space that is the World Wide Web and more specifically this massive myspace community.

It's funny (ironic, not "ha ha"). After watching this film for the, who knows how many, time, I have this massive urge to be creative to come up with something to affect the world, something bigger than myself. Why do we have such a feeling? What makes a person want to be or make something bigger than one's self? Why don’t we hoard all this blessing of creativity to ourselves, holding on to it for dear life, lest it escape into the vastness of humanity? I am afraid sometimes that in me quest to do something, be something larger and more expansive and far reaching than myself I will be completely drained of all that I have, that I will be sucked dry of this blurry, unfocused vision of what I want to do with this blessing that my own Creator has given me. Maybe that’s the reason. We were all made in the image of God, the Ultimate Creator of all we see and don’t see, maybe that’s how we worship Him who made us, by pushing ourselves to try and one up, or at least achieve something similar to the One who created "ex nihilo" ("out of nothing" for our non-Latin speakers...yeah I know its a dead language for a reason;)  ).

OK it seems I have emptied myself of words for the evening, or maybe it’s just the Benadryl kicking in to keep my allergies at bay. Either way, I think I'm going to call it a night so I can get some rest before my last day of work before the glorious weekend arrives. Not that I really have any big plans, so far just worship practice for Sunday as I haven’t played the djembe in a while, I may be a bit rusty for Sunday otherwise. Oh yeah and "Wallace and Grommit: the Curse of the Were-Rabbit" I can’t miss that obviously...they are my heroes. OK so I just find them irresistibly hilarious. What can I say I’m easily amused, that and ill never truly grow up;)

 

Well if any of you actually read this whole thing, I am impressed this is your first experience with the long winded version of Michael. Good night all and have a stupendous weekend.