tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9604161.post111907227084889513..comments2024-01-07T00:44:10.737-08:00Comments on Lisa Snellings: Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17033378825749946868noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9604161.post-1119149783908265792005-06-18T19:56:00.000-07:002005-06-18T19:56:00.000-07:00Great ideas Lisa. I've been thinking about passed...Great ideas Lisa. I've been thinking about passed ideas over the last few months and you very succintly summed up some great ideas regarding this. I love the snowflakes analogy. And the Batman quote makes it all extra fun while driving the point home. Thank you very much!Carl V. Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15948764216438379394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9604161.post-1119149498888347862005-06-18T19:51:00.000-07:002005-06-18T19:51:00.000-07:00To "monkey":Dreams are tricky. Sometimes they don'...To "monkey":Dreams are tricky. Sometimes they don't mean anything. Sometimes they mean every single thing you put into them.<BR/>My therapist once told me that every single persona in my dreams represents some part of me. That all our dreams are about only us. That, in dreams, only ourselves exist.<BR/>I'm not sure I buy that whole program, but sometimes it would explain a lot. Lay off the sauce. I MEAN IT.lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07410230007560550179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9604161.post-1119144576202453642005-06-18T18:29:00.000-07:002005-06-18T18:29:00.000-07:00I'm having those dreams again, the ones with the m...I'm having those dreams again, the ones with the monkey, that evil grinning bastard with the cymbals. Not sure what that means, the last time I was 14 and Lisa was still woking in a garage/studio overlooked by the Goat-Man's apartments. I would bring her coffee but half the time she would dip her brushes in it and drink the paint thinner. How easily the words and memories flow when the cerveza has been refilled a few times. But I digress. The monkey, that evil monkey. I always wonder about it. What does it mean? Those cymbals clap clap clapping, what does it mean mom?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9604161.post-1119134395344951492005-06-18T15:39:00.000-07:002005-06-18T15:39:00.000-07:00Hello Lisa,I remember your statement about the scu...Hello Lisa,<BR/><BR/>I remember your statement about the sculpture you make on Tuesday...<BR/><BR/>I almost commented last time you said it, but didn't really feel that my voice was necessary or needed at the time.<BR/><BR/>So, you've said it again.<BR/><BR/>Funny thing... I always feel as if I am not the same today as I was yesterday...that I even look different today than I ever looked before. I do not see myself as a consistent personality at all, almost to the point where I don't exist in the physical but more exist only in the ethereal. (I did say "almost"). Once, however, about 15 years ago, I picked up something I did as a child (7 or 8?) and was stunned to see the message I disseminating at the time was the same message which concerned me years before. Now, every once in a while, I still get those glimpses into the who I am that is me and the underlying consistencies I never knew existed. I am somewhat happy for the continuity of which I was unaware, but I still feel different everyday (maybe that is the magic at work?)<BR/><BR/>vandavandalunahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00542321648325168156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9604161.post-1119128922553848542005-06-18T14:08:00.000-07:002005-06-18T14:08:00.000-07:00That's one of the things that tortures me late at ...That's one of the things that tortures me late at night... that I won't make the time to do the things I really want to do.Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14530845147391401083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9604161.post-1119108786776874492005-06-18T08:33:00.000-07:002005-06-18T08:33:00.000-07:00Brandon, it's a message. I'd be grateful for you ...Brandon, it's a message. I'd be grateful for you to help carry it. Thank you.lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07410230007560550179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9604161.post-1119105743093378052005-06-18T07:42:00.000-07:002005-06-18T07:42:00.000-07:00Lisa, that is an incredible concept; I'm not sure ...Lisa, that is an incredible concept; I'm not sure whether it is something to fear or to rejoice. However, your statement at the end of your post is truly beautiful. Would you mind if I held onto that and quoted you someday?bwhawkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17909010609907741198noreply@blogger.com