I guess there’s yet another to add to the list…

When you think nothing can go wrong, everything goes wrong… I’m beginning to think being heartbroken is my ‘thing’. Perhaps I should stop falling for guys who doesn’t deserv me…

Question: Avanoo logo font

What was the font for Avanoo logo again? Would anyone have it in vector format? J/Cyg?

A boat will soon be branded with “Avanoo Spirit”!

The Resurrection Tour

It’s the year 2012 – the end of the Mayan calendar… and the world. A few enterprising souls intend to profit from the end of times by staging the Resurrection Tour. Raised from the dead, Hendrix and the out-of-body Experience will headline. Jim Morrison is expected to perform Rider’s on the Storm while the angels sing. And Lennon and Jesus will go head-to-head in a popularity contest, with fans voting by text.

Mac spellcheck suggests “underclothes” for “jvanderclute”.

So that’s my six-word story of the day.

At the conference I just returned from, lovely Rachel Bagby taught us a form of poetry called “The Way of Ten”, which she invented in 1980. A “ten” is constructed like so:

Line 1: Two syllables
Line 2: Three syllables
Line 3: Five syllables

This makes a total of ten syllables.

An example:

At times
It takes a
Group to find the poop.

This ten came to me when I helped to locate a pile of deer poop for a practical joke.

So… the ever-popular six-word story now has a ten-syllable friend!

Broken

It feels broken.

Like it was running along just fine, hitting milestones, seemingly impervious to anything that might have come in its way, when all of a sudden a slight crack, a hidden crack, a crack that unknown to me had been caulked over and not mentioned when I took out this lease, expanded until it finally caused the rest to fall apart, taking other pieces with it.

It’s not that it’s unfixable. At least, I don’t know if it’s unfixable. I’m still rubbing my ass from the fall and taking stock of the situation, where I am, where I thought I was going. Which pieces are unaffected and which will need rebuilding. Or an attempt at rebuilding.  It was somewhat of a shock.

Do I have the right tools? I’ve collected more than my fair share in my time, but some of them seem to be proprietary, for models other than the one in front of me. Maybe more than I thought. And the more I look at the broken pieces, the more I’m realizing they don’t fit the tools I do have quite right. It’s almost as if the break intentionally avoided convention, like I shouldn’t even have the option to fix it like I would want to. Like its making sure I would have to take it back to the dealer, where I would have to confront all the other shiny new options as I decided how much of an investment to pour into the one I currently have.

The one that I don’t even know is fixable. The one that were it not for this crack, this collapse, would be perfect. The one that I want.

Of course I have to try to fix it. And I have to hope that as I start trying to put back the pieces, they turn out to be more malleable than how they appear. Because I don’t want a quick fix. I don’t want to sloppily patch it all up, leaving the same problems or worse in place, and then find my frustration increasing, my bruises growing as pieces fall off and I continually have to put them back on.

The real problem, the real thing that I’m afraid of, is that even if I put it back together as best that I can, will I ever be able to let go of the sense that it could fall apart again at any minute? Can I ever be truly, completely, 100% comfortable in it? Especially if in fixing it I have to fundamentally alter the structure in a way that I’m not sure if I’m comfortable yet?

I know that wishing it were all different is useless and something I need to stop. But it sure isn’t easy.