376. August 1st….on my T-shirt…OCD means….Ostrich Companion Developer….or….Organ Cultivating Department….or Oreo Creme Designer…I like that one… “I am an Oreo Creme Designer”….

“and the Gas Up High” 2010

“I don’t think about time. You’re here when you’re here. I think about today, staying in tune.” John Lee Hooker

signs….I love a good inidcator…..something that will press me until I am so close between the wall and a pane of glass I can hardly breath….any longer…and often it takes getting to that place to realize the point of the compass is but millimeters away from the center of my eyeball…a luxurious sort of last bath of a lifetime….that final bit of anything….before the walls perhaps come tumbling down….and that may be a great thing….

the word sign….means “any object, action, event, pattern, etc., that conveys a meaning.”…paying attention may reveal signs…yet it may  also be looking to hard for something that will appear when it is designed to….that is sort of mentality of  OCD….except the signs are an action and the outcome is something that has been designed by the person doing the action….even if the outcome doesn’t exist or is not possible….or is so necessary that if it is not done….the earth will falter on it’s axis….an automobile accident is emmineant…and of course all of the power in the magic stones in the bag that no one knows about will lose all of their potency…

I’m thinking of putting OCD after my name in big important letters….on my new business cards….or maybe just make up some stuff to put after my name…so people will wonder what it might be all about…I shop at thrift store for clothes and generally a deep-rooted part of my shopping experience between tapping everything and counting each step….is looking for t-shirts that have a bunch of initials on them….so when people ask me about what they mean…I can make things up…and see how they respond….I think it’s much like developing an alter ego…if you don’t have one….by all means get one…..

I spent part of the day with my friend Mars….and during that time my alter ego…(Art Zabari) decided to really reveal himself…in a rather bold like golf pants kind of way……he is a hand slapper…with a rather deep radio voice who is critical….asks an endless barrage of rhetorical question and has something to say about everything out there…..every one passing by….anyone doing anything within sight….Mars..actually raised the window for fear we would get assaulted by people in the surrounding automobiles because of Art’s tyraid…..it’s a rare occurence…but when it happens…..the unexpected is always thick in the air….and his voice is really really loud……something about a drive with the three of us…especially a long trip…that’s what novels are written about….

I’d like to say this is completely under my control…yet I would be lying if I even thought it was….yet when Art apears….he appears for a reason…he is a sign…for me….a manefstation that says…all is well..that I am in a place of comfort and even though I have  Big Chief notebook filled with an endless list of questions…they will find answers when they do…I think of Art as a release valve….my only other option would be a tall building a bag of chips….a high powered rifle…….and a list of questions that all begin with….”Why”…..I don’t need a sign to tell me the out come of that one……

the endlesss…counting…tapping….always doing the left thing first….speaking in accents out loud as I confirm the gas is turned off on the stove for the 6th time….(has to be 6…or else something bad just might happen and I know for a fact the magic stones will undoubtedly lose their power.)…….dreaming of being a Mexican disc jockey or  television evangalist…really doesn’t interfere with anything….it’s sort of like those little strand things on a banana…is how I see it…..I know they have a purpose….a function and probably are so important to the complete success of a banana and really need to be there…butI’m not eating them………

today I’ll spend a little time making a few signs…maybe I’ll put a few words down on a piece of paper that is my sign for the day…the thing I should pay some more mind….or maybe I’ll just look for a few signs…without really looking for them at all……

enjoy this beautiful Sunday….

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7 thoughts on “376. August 1st….on my T-shirt…OCD means….Ostrich Companion Developer….or….Organ Cultivating Department….or Oreo Creme Designer…I like that one… “I am an Oreo Creme Designer”….

  1. When we get business cards for j berry fine art your card’s gonna read: Robert Redus, OcD… that is just the funniest thing EVER!! and you’ll get more bead-dazzles on your carhart than any of the chinese guys too!!

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  2. I’d really like my business card to read…”Oreo Creme Specialist”…sort of gives the impression that I have specialized in an obscure…yet very important aspect of society…and as far as the be-dazzled… carhart…I’d like…some sort of scenery…with maybe a deer by a stream…you know….

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  3. This one I like.

    I’ve been tap dancing my way through boring routines and generating fanciful criteria for decisions – that only matter in relation to movement – since I was 9 years old. Without the dance, the pendulum, three coins and endless prioritizing of unrelated entities … I’d have to embrace the profound sadness that is life … which I seem to have decided to never allow.

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  4. I ask myself….often…what words were said…what actions done…..habits developed….even more what events never happened that could have….that made it this way…..this way up to today…..and for all of the unknowns……aligned with conscious choice….that defined life… why still then….do the remnants of the web need brushing away…..

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  5. What a wonderful blog~~I’m glad you don’t eat the stringy things on bananas,they are questionable.I loved these photos on the entry as well.My alter ego is El Santo the mexican wrestler,thanks for reminding me.He has been on hiatus.

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