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I've been fascinated by cars all my life

The Christmas I was six years old, there was a gold Matchbox Lamborghini Countach in my stocking.

It joined my train set under the tree for spectacularly staged races and crashes. I've been a car addict ever since.

In May of 2008 I saw "Top Gear" on BBC America for the first time

"Top Gear" brought me back the bright excitement with cars.

It's the first program that's had me in front of the set faithfully every week in years.

I've enjoyed the columns and books by Mr. Clarkson and Mr. May.

They've nudged me to start writing again. Even if it's only for a bit of we based fun.

I've posted scans of some of my crafty projects. You can view them on Flickr!

Right now my unfinished first attempt at an altered book is posted.

I hope to scan my sketchbook soon.

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<$Friday, April 27, 2007$>
New Look.....
Hello all, we've got a new look. It will probably change a bit more over the next few weeks.

During my hiatus from the Tuxedo Inn, I received my first art comission for an altered book.

Since my art studio is still mostly in boxes, tonight marks the start of the scramble to get materials out and in their places. I'm excited to be on the track and using the studio space at last.

I'm lining up a bathroom update for the house. I'm shopping for hardwood floors. All sorts of design ideas to make the nest my own.

Mostly I'm reeling around in grief, mom is becoming more ill and it's starting to show. It's breaking my heart in slow sharp pieces.

More crunching and more twisting and more changing into someone else.

More going nuts during the process.
<$Wednesday, April 25, 2007$>
For Cuzin Tuesday..........
Musical: Scarlet Pimpernel
Song: Where's The Girl

I remember days full of restlessness and fury
I remember nights that were drunk on dreams
I remember someone who hungered for the glory
I remember her, but it seems she's gone
Where's the girl?
Where's the girl with the blaze in her eyes?
Where's the girl with that gaze of surprise?
Now and then I still dream she's beside me
Where's the girl who could turn on the edge of a knife?
Where's the girl who was burning for life?
I can still feel her breathing beside meAnd
I know she remembers how fearless it feels
To take off with the wind at her heels
She and I took this world like a storm
Come again!
Let the girl in your heart tumble free
Bring your renegade heart home to me
In the dark of the morning, I'll warm you
I'll rouse you Marguerite, don't forget I know who you are
We were cut from the same surly star
Like two jewels in the sky sharing fire
Where's the girl so alive and still aching for more?
We had dreams that were worth dying for
We were caught in the eye of a storm
Come again!
Let the girl in your heart tumble free
Bring your renegade heart home to me
In the dark of the morning, I'll warm you
I'll rouse you
Where's the girl?
Is she gazing at me with surprise?
Do I still see that blaze in her eyes?
Am I dreaming, or is she beside me now?


Have you seen this girl???? She's been missing a long time.

Here's to you, here's to me, for what we forsee, here's to . . . . . . . .
We're Back!
After a short breather...we're back in action.

Ready for more fun and frolic? Well tough cookies...because we are back anyway.

So crank up the Johnny Mercer tunes, pour me a cognac, and let's have a civilized chat.