I filmed my life everyday in the days leading up to christmas in december. It not only made me feel really proud of myself, but it helped me learn how to edit faster and still make videos even if i just didn't feel like it. I'd only vlogged for my birthday so this was a really fun learning experience and I treasure having all of these moments on film. Thanks so much for watching!
HEY EVERYBODY out there in Internet Land, Sarah Sky here.
Presently I am in the hills outside of Asheville NC. It's pretty as hell, and quiet. Oh so quiet.
ASHEVILLE & FRIENDS
Being here has been quite strange and also home like in a dream sense, where the way things are is just supposed to make sense even though you know that your cat is not really your husband. Do you understand? So much has changed and so many experiences I have had in the last week have been exactly as they were before. Fire at Josephs, walking in Downtown Books and News and working that evening, eating sushi with Sadye, listening to Patrick play his bandoneon in the bookstore, hanging out with Dan as he shows me his new obsession of beautiful wood carving.
I have been so isolated from friends for so long, somehow ending up in situations over and over where people just could not understand me, or get me. Having some mystery illness that leaves you randomly disabled might be enough to throw some people off, but not my friends. So thanks to you all, I know you don't read this because you don't really have any internet lives. But I love you guys. In all the isolation and discrimination, I have just counted my blessings which is all the love that y'all give to me.
BULLET JOURNAL
In other less bleeding heart news I have started a new way of journaling and so far one month in, I think i'm really liking it. I was a Moleskine weekly notebook kind of girl for years. It worked when i had a job and my things that i did actually followed a direction with time. Now i'm more project based with tasks and ideas, so the ever onward march of time doesn't actually make sense and my ideas and tasks were getting swept to the past where I would just forget about them on my forward march. The bullet journal is entirely different, a mix between an idea book, a task book, and a calendar if you want it that way.
YOUTUBE
One of the reasons I had to change the way I kept track of things is because, I was pretty disabled and started in my boredom making youtube videos. I found out that I actually really loved making them, filming, editing, and talking to people about whatever. It's been a cool experience and with that adsense has been sending me tiny chunks of change. For me, money has never been a sincere motivator but somehow it signals to me that something is working here. That people are watching ME, what really? me??? and talking and it's nice. So if you want, go ahead and take a look. Mostly right now I just talk about clothes but who knows where it will go.
JACQUELINE
She mentioned me in a post on instagram and facebook and it made me blush. I was walking around earlier that day thinking about how we are all doors. We can be conduits for good and share or we can be closed and make people feel less. Like water we all rise simultaneously and I want to help people up. So thanks for saying thanks, furthering a commitment to be a door and to love. xo
I'm packing up my things and watching only lovers left alive. Sometimes a gentle reminder that things keep moving despite all instability, that the spirit is what I am here for. That each day is a new lesson and that I spend my days trying to follow my heart as much as possible. It still sucks when you know not everything is going to fit, that you'll just be somewhere else soon enough and you just try to stay with it.
Sometime I romanticize going crazy and moving into a field and never worrying about the future, but the future is what I live for.
In my lifetime power lines will disappear. And plastics will be over. And I might just find a home. Or not.
I've amassed an inspiring stack of books even though I'm a complete nomad. These ones are definitely worth hauling around. Take a look, and let me know what you think.
Recently Chris bought me a Wacom tablet. The best way to learn something is just to do it, so I'm signing up for a 30 day drawing challenge. I'm going to try and "finish" them on the Wacom and see what happens.
Today's challenge: Yourself.
This is my second attempt at scanning something and then digitally coloring. I like it. I can see room for improvement, but I like it. I've got 30 more days to get better.
I finally figured out what people are referring to when they talk about "hipsters." They are talking about Millenials. It's the age old problem of the young and where the world is headed. You know the sentiment; "Kids these days." So next time you want to just dismiss someone with the word hipster, Why don't you just name the behavior so we can know what you are really talking about. Instead of just illustrating how close minded you are.
Once I was standing in the
boiler room at the House on the Rock located near Gnome, Wisconsin. A tiny town
that featured gnomes of all shapes and sizes on every lawn. I think they took
it all quite seriously. The insanity of the entire place, let alone the boiler
room, hit me while staring at the naked mannequins with 80s hair and makeup
hanging off the ceiling with wings attached. The walls were blood red and while
it was a sizeable room, it felt claustrophobic because of the amount of things
crammed into it. In it was the largest
carousel in the world and a series of symphonic robots playing cellos and
violins with missing strings that seemed to have been tuned back when they bought
the mannequins. I had a panic attack and saw nothing more of the House on the Rock.
Revisiting it in Neil Gaiman’s American Gods made it much more fun. The
carousel in the boiler room is a meeting point for all the bastardized imported
gods from the old world that have all become oddly American. Is Neil Gaiman
British? Is he American? I don’t know, but he got my favorite band and long
time friends to play his birthday party in New Orleans and I wasn’t invited.
Bummer. I still think Neil Gaiman rules (though next time invite me, ok?) and
this story captures a piece of what I’ve always wanted to write. Playing on the
theological beliefs come to life and wreak havoc on the people who either do or
don’t believe in them, like a modern day American polytheist version of Master
and Marguerita.
