Greg's Studio

Spring Cleaning Solution

2007-03-28T01:04:00.000-07:00

Last evening I walked into the kitchen to get a snack, as I do each evening at that exact moment, as it was snack time-8:36 p.m. Jennifer was standing at the sink, washing a few dishes, which by the way, she is very good at, and we started chatting about something or other, I don’t recall what exactly. As I was speaking she looked to her left at the counter and said something that sounded exactly like “Oh shit”. I stopped talking and watched for a moment as she stepped over to an empty gallon-size plastic water bottle, picked it up to about eye level, held it at a slant, and then looked at me. Did you drink this?
We had bought a few jugs of spring water, it now being springtime, at the market to hold us over since we were out of our usual filtered water we get from the Water Lady in Hillcrest. We go through a lot of the stuff since tap water is used only to bath with around here and even though we get 40 gallons at a time, we were out.
I looked at that bottle and then at her, said “Yes, I did” immediately felling nauseous. My minds eye at that moment replaying the film of me pouring the contents of that bottle into the coffee maker earlier in the day-three times.
I said to her “Oh no, what did I drink? Have I been poisoned? I don’t feel so good, I’m dizzy, everything is spinning around, I can’t feel my legs. So this is what it’s like! I can see the Light! It’s beckoning me! Oh no, I didn’t want to go like this! Everything is fuzzy, I can’t...see...anything...........help meeee”.
Jen was laughing so hard her eyes were shut tight and she was drooling into the sink. She attempted for quite a while to explain and I was finally able to make out a few words after asking her repeatedly what I had ingested out of that jug. “Half gallon of tap water...heehh, ½ cup of white vinegar...hehh, heeehh, 6 drops of Jasmine essential oil, heehaaaaaaaa...”
She was finding this way too funny for my liking. I said “No wonder the damn Silk soy creamer kept curdling!” I made three pots of coffee and almost threw out the creamer since I thought it had gone bad. I ended up using that whole half gallon trying to make one cup of drinkable coffee! I finally just drank some with a whole bunch of extra sugar since I was getting fed up and my caffeine craving was in sincere need of quenching by then. It tasted funny and I thought the beans had gone stale or something. I remember commenting that I REALLY wanted to get an airtight container for the beans, as they weren’t staying as fresh as I like. They were only three days old for Chrissake!
I asked her why she had chosen that particular solution, whereby she informed me proudly that it was a “cleaning solution” she had recently invented and it “worked really well, didn’t leave a sticky residue, and left a pleasant lingering aroma”. Well, I can now say this very same thing about my farts. I think I shall make this part of my regular diet! We may be on to something here. As a matter of fact, this morning I let out a silent one while installing a hands-free kit into my customer’s car and he asked me what brand of cologne I was wearing. I could not bear to repeat the tale of the mistakenly ingested potion, so I quickly made something up. “Jasmine Wind..” I said, keeping the straightest face I could muster. “Ah..., it’s very nice” he replied.
I wish I could be there to watch as he asks the girl at the men’s cologne counter at Needless Markup if they carry it.
I later suggested to Jen that she somehow mark any bottles that she might use in the future in such a way as to suggest their contents, as I wouldn’t want to go back to using plain old pure filtered water again for my coffee.

First art show a success!

2006-11-16T00:54:00.000-08:00

This past Saturday, the 11th of November, I was in my first art show, assisted by my cute, smart and courageous wife, Jennifer and our good friend Michele. We spent the last six weeks preparing for it and accomplished and learned an enormous amount of things. We have a new website (GregsStudio.com), a new logo, new business cards, a merchant account to accept credit cards, a show display setup, a (so far short) mailing list and about sixty or so art pieces for sale. We did not bring in much money at the show but learned a great deal about how to set the space up more efficiently, connect with customers, hand out more business cards, ask people to sign the guest book, what people liked about my artwork, what to display, what to leave home, and much more.

I am so thankful to Jen and Michele for their tireless support during the preparation for the show as well as their help in setting up, standing on their feet for six hours and then breaking down. They both took turns entertaining Zander as well. (I did buy them both dinner at Mama Testas to show my appreciation!)

Naturally with each new experience brings new ideas and challenges for the future. I honestly was quite tired after my recent expenditure of energy and put no thought into that for all day Sunday and half the day on Monday. I did feel quite rested after this break and was able to reorganize the studio in anticipation of future creations and begin thinking about what direction to go at this point. They include a new design for the “Manifesting Mirror”, finding local and distant galleries to sell my art, solicit on-line stores to do the same, do more writing for both this blog as well as the website, and a few more things as well.

All-in-all it was a positive experience and we are looking forward to the future we will create. Stay tuned...

Jennie

2006-10-26T01:42:00.000-07:00

When the day winds down and the energy smoothes to a long, slow wave
I get a clearer sense of who you are
how you are
what you are
about
My body and being
smile in that knowing
And I am reinforced by the love that is possible in the world
Because you show me that
every day
in your actions and you intention
My pinnacle of existence rises at each moment
when I know I am loved
It’s a beautiful day
to be with you

Jennifer Quotes

2006-10-14T03:59:00.000-07:00

As I was walking out of the bedroom a few minutes ago Jen said behind me “Go write something in your blog”. Without hesitation I said “okay”, and spent the next 30 or so minutes trying to decide what to write about as I meandered around the Web and it struck me to share with you a few things that Jennie has said to me through the years. Not just ordinary things one might say in normal conversation, no these are a bit different. So different in fact that a few years ago I decided to start a Word file named “Jennifer quotes” so that I could look back at them whenever I, or we, needed a good laugh. And it always works.

I never quite know when one of these gems will jump from her lips, it is always unexpected, and much of the time she doesn’t even know that it’s happened. She’ll usually continue speaking until she notices the smile forming on my face or until I interrupt her and ask her to repeat that last statement. She usually knows right away what I’m talking about and will smile herself in anticipation of what she could have possibly said, knowing that it will no doubt be funny. She’ll look at me and say “what, what did I say”? So I’ll repeat back to her what she actually said, sometimes unable to get it out before I start cracking up, which is usually followed by her laughing so hard that her eyes water and close up tight, then by her exclaiming in a high-pitched voice, “I can’t see!”.

A few nights ago she added a new one to the list. I had found a picture of myself from about 10 years ago, my hair was longer, I was sporting a Vandyke (mustache and goatee), and was wearing a white T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the edges of my shoulders, making it kind of look like a wife beater T-shirt. I showed the picture to Jennifer thinking she would think that I looked as cute as I thought I looked, but she didn’t and went on to say that I looked dirty and greasy and had none of the qualities that would attract her to such a guy as she saw in that photo. Then she told me “That looks like a picture of a guy who would have five kids by six women!” When she saw that telltale smile on my face, she knew she was in trouble. We had a nice long laugh on that one.

Sometimes she’ll mix her metaphors or just get them wrong completely. One night while I was waiting for her to finish making dinner she called out to me to ask "Honey, dinner’s almost ready, are you willing to make the table?” I said sure, I'd be willing, but I doubted there was enough time before the food got cold.

After dinner that same night we were discussing the possibility of her starting a new job or perhaps creating some kind of business on her own. She explained that although she was perhaps a bit fearful and anxious at the prospect, she exclaimed "I think I’ve got to take the chance and just stick my foot out there!” which of course had the vague correlation with the metaphor regarding sticking one’s neck out.

One of her better ones was uttered a few years ago while we were discussing the performance of a friend who had a gotten a job with a rather large company and Jennifer was wondering if this person would have the ability to survive as a salesperson there. She told me, rather admiringly that “He got salesman of the year the first month he was there!” I think I peed in my pants right there at the table.

This is one of my favorites and I think it is actually the first one I entered into the Jennifer quotes file when I started it. While explaining how she had observed how a co-worker at her last job would inefficiently rush around all day and not really get much done, Jennifer told me that “He was running around with his head cut off like a chicken!” It was at this time I believe I started wearing Attends whenever conversing with her.

And here are a few more jewels I’ve collected through the years.

“I’ve tried everything under the book!”
“I’m way above my head now!”
“Honey, I think the drain is plogged!”
“She got the highest grade in that school in that class!”
“Not so fast, we’re not out of the water yet!”
“Oh Greggie, we can cook the chicken now, I dethawed it!”
“The kitchen is quite large for a bathroom!”
“Honey, my cups leaking I must’ve over spilled it!”
“Enjoy your lunch while you eat.”
“You speak audibly!”
“I wanted to say something short and sweet and to the point so they would give me minimum hackles.”

Great stuff.

I'm glad I could share some of these with you; I really like staying active and continually writing. As Jennifer would say, “At least you’re not sitting around twisting your thumbs!” Gotta love her.

The Start of Something Big

2006-09-30T00:52:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I called “Big Tom” to inquire about an art show he is producing at a place called “The Center” in Hillcrest. I had gotten his name from an artist Jen and I met the week before at the 1st Annual University Heights Arts Open. After a short phone conversation we agreed to meet at the center for me to check the place out and decide if I’d like to sell my artwork there. I did, in fact, rent a space for the show on the 11th of November, so off I am on an exciting journey to put myself out there as an artist and see what the world has to say about my stuff.
This will be my first art show as an independent artist and I’m oddly not worried about how I will be received. I am confident that response will be positive and will inspire me to move forward. I can see a wonderful career ahead of me and I know this is something I’ve wanted to do for quite a long while now.
I am practicing going with the flow and find it very helpful, for in the past I would have already started stressing over the details. What the display would look like, colors I might use, lighting, tables, and on and on. Now I will simply create it with the intention of having fun and not how others will judge me. I will do what I can with the time and money available to me, and it will be great. I can visualize people who will come by my space and stop to look and chat and laugh. They will be smiling and joking and in a good mood and I will be part of the reason. I am already having a good time there!
I counted close to forty pieces I already have to bring and plan on making a few new ones as well. (Of course, the mystery mirrors will be on display too). I will bring at least 6 with me and will sell all of them.
I played in the studio today and got a lot accomplished. Usually I stay out there much later but decided to take the night off, actually stopping at 8:30 so I could spend time with Jen and Zander. Tomorrow I will be back at it and looking forward to it.
I love this time of year for the gorgeous weather and the energy I feel as I move forward with excitement and joy. It is a good season. See you at the show!

On The Verge of a Manifestation

2006-09-25T00:25:00.000-07:00

I’ve been listening to CD’s of a seminar that was given here in San Diego a few weeks back and I am enjoying them immensely. They (Abraham) the spiritual entity which Esther Hicks channels, made a comment to a young girl who had gotten up to speak after saying she knew that she was going to be called upon. Abraham asked her if she recognized the feeling she had just before she was chosen to stand and ask her questions and she said she had. Abraham explained that was the feeling one gets when they are on the verge of a manifestation.

It has happened to me before and I recognized it when it happened again tonight. I was in the studio continuing to make a new item that will soon be offered for sale to the public and I got that very feeling she described. I had been creating away (notice I didn’t say working), wondering how it would be accepted and decided to think in the new way I had learned.

I imagined people really liking it, recognizing its value and the energy I had infused into it, which would benefit all those that had one as well as the people they would come in contact with. I thought about all the orders we would get and people waiting patiently for them because they had heard from friends and family about the power of the mirror. (That’s a hint as to what they are). I could see me and Jennifer and Michele (partners in this project) busily filling orders from the website and from word of mouth and enjoying letters we received from people who were sharing their stories of personal manifestations. I also imagined many other items we would create and all of them selling very well too. The best part of this vision was me being at home all day, every day with my family, creating happily in my studio, making great money, and never having to hop into my van to go service anyone, as I had been doing for the past 21 years.

I really love this feeling and know that it has happened again because of my power to create through deliberate intention. I have been focused on my path for quite a while now and am happy to see benefit in my life from it. I choose things that best serve me and discard those that do not. I have formulas that I use in different situations which allow me to be proactive rather than reactive. I choose thoughts that allow me to be free rather that right and, through intention, disallow anything negativity from entering my experience.
And, quite importantly, I recognize things that I did in my past that caused me pain and I am now able to heal, without judgment or remorse or guilt. I very simply think and live how I want my life to be and in so doing I get into alignment with my Source and thus I heal without even trying. It’s actually way easier than I thought. What was stopping me most was conditioning I had accepted throughout my life that I thought was in my best interest. I realize now that my experience is unique, no one knows what goes on for me and this is true for everyone. So I make decisions that feel right to me and in so doing I find peace and hope I inspire others to do the same for themselves. I flow downstream, I’m always on the verge and it feels great!

Two Points For Zander

2006-09-20T00:39:00.000-07:00

My son, Zander, just over 13 months now, curious and mobile, likes to be with me wherever I am around the house, even in the bathroom when I relieve myself. I share all experiences with him, as I want to allow him the fullest exposure and participation with life that I can. He is fascinated by the stream of liquid that magically pours forth from my body and he stands there and stares with that cute, quizzical look on his face, wanting so badly to reach out and touch that funny looking string coming out of Daddy.He really likes the flush part too and yesterday while watching the tank slowly fill, then just as slowly start to empty, tossed one of the two socks he was holding right into that bowl just as the water was at the part where it runs out and starts sucking air. It was a smooth and perfectly timed shot so as to make it into the city sewage system without so much as a second in which to allow Dad to retrieve it. Boy, he was quick. I saw the arm move and the sock hit the bottom of the bowl just as the last few ounces of water glugged out of sight. I laugh-shouted out loud “Oh no!” and Jennifer, folding clothes in the next room, came right in when she heard me crack up. Zander, thinking how fun it was to see Mommy and Daddy having such a fun time over his slam dunk, immediately threw in the other sock, which of course got Jen and I laughing even harder. Zander laughed too. The bowl was filling by now so I was able to grab a pair of needle-nose pliers from my toolbox and retrieve the now-orphaned piece of hosiery. It may just have well gone down with its partner though, since you can’t do much with a single sock besides use it to put wax on the car. Come to think of it, I probably should have flushed it down too and let some homeless rat or alligator get a complete pair. Jen said it was the best pair he had, that none of the others fit quite as well, so off to Socks-R-Us we will soon go, with fond memories of our first toilet fatality.

Chosen Realm

2006-09-10T22:51:00.000-07:00

I am in this realm that I have chosen which I create in at this moment
Relativity is the thing that keeps it alive and weaves the tension
Without it I’d be in that limited place of concept
Here is the place to experience, expanding in it and with it at the same time
And know what Love is

I know why I need to know cold, enabling the experience of hot
I know why I am able to hurt and thus able to know to heal
And make a choice
Without left I could only turn right, and the circle would be dizzying
If never I went down I would grow weary from the constant climb

Endless light would have no meaning if never I saw the darkness
And thus I can bask in its joy and giving and accept it all without judgment
For it is a gift which I left for myself before I came back to try again
And this time I see more than the last and I am hopeful and saddened
And I make a choice

Fulfilled to know that I can and there is no right one
Only the choice and who I want to be
What I am allowed is freedom, and I am thrilled and frightened
Choice…Freedom
What ultimate power I possess!

Greg Duncan 2004

I want to write something in my blog each day but sometimes I just don't get to it, so I will post some things from the past from time to time. This is one of them. By the way, please leave comments, I do want your feedback. Thanks!

My Favorite Time of Year

2006-09-04T01:09:00.000-07:00

It is Sunday night, actually Monday morning, Labor Day. I have had a most satisfying and productive day, staying home for most of it, cleaning and organizing my studio, then cooking a most fantastic dinner of salmon in garlic, soy and sesame oil grilled over mesquite wood on the Hibachi, with sides of smashed potatoes and string beans, for my son, Spenser and I. We purchased our dinner items at a newly opened gourmet style food store nearby called Bristol Farms and I truly enjoy shopping there. It is large and bright and very well stocked and the help is friendly as well.
I just came in from sitting out back for a while where I was reading my Ask And It Is Given book, taking notes and doing some visualizations.
It is my favorite time of year now getting into September. The weather is the best it is here in San Diego for the next 3 months or so but especially September and October. Sitting outside feels so great. The almost full moon trading places with a few wispy groups of clouds while a gentle calming breeze flows over my legs, arms and neck and it cools me just right. I take deep breaths frequently, getting that slight high each time and I feel relaxed and in balance and enjoy the sensation of being carried downstream in a perfectly tempered easy-flowing river. And I am grateful.
There are so many things in my life I am thankful for and am blessed by their presence and number. I am moving forward now in a way that is new, though feels comfortable as if it were known by me. Through my exposure to the book I mentioned earlier, written by Esther and Jerry Hicks, I have discovered many ways to deliberately create joy in my life through what they call the “Art of Allowing”. And an art it is, for at first glance it seems that it should be an easy thing to do, yet, I have found, takes patience, courage and fortitude to master. As I practice allowing, I manifest that which I desire and have seen absolute evidence of this in my life. As I practice each day I grow more excited at new possibilities for manifesting. I love having the ability to guide my day with intention rather than have it unfold by default.
This is an exciting time for me now and I look forward to sharing my artwork, experiences, knowledge and fun with as many people as I can. This is the time of year that the energy is greatest for me to begin new ventures, meet new people, and boldly expand for the shear fun of it.
Today will be another great day, because I intend it that way!

Split Crotch Pants

2006-09-02T00:27:00.000-07:00

I just sat down to write something because I am in a good mood and felt like pecking away relentlessly at this keyboard in the hope of soliciting a few laughs, but I couldn't come up with subject matter in the moment so I turned to my (still) lovely and long-legged wife and said flatly, "name a subject". Without timidity or stuttering she said, "split crotch pants". Smiling silently I turned away and am NOW relentlessly pecking away with new-found fervor. I will ask her later why that particular subject popped into her head at that particular moment. Hmm... maybe I should ask her now. No, I'll stay and finish this first.
I don't think she owns a pair (is one of them a pair?) unless she ran to the store today between food shopping at Henry's and Attachment Parenting class... Why else would she have said that? Am I in for a surprise later? Was I a very good boy recently? Well, I think so. I am always a good boy. I honestly have never been face to face, sorry, wrong choice of words, I mean in immediate proximity to, such an invention as split crotch pants.
Split crotch pants, split crotch pants, split crotch pants. Has a nice ring to it. I can say them together but not rapidly, can you? Go ahead, try it. Split crotch pants, split crotch pants, split crotch pants. See, you can’t do it either.
Anyway, I have never personally known a person who possessed such an article, or at least they never told me about it. I would imagine it to be quite a personal thing and not a subject easily shared with others, particularly those one would not know very well. And besides, all the people I’ve ever known would never think of having such a thing within their dominion, especially the girls for golly’s sake! I mean, only decent and moral women were ever allowed the pleasure of my company. So it is of great surprise to me, to have heard those words spill forth from that discrete and modest larynx of the mother of my child. My curiosity grows. And other things too. Oh, stop it already, take control of yourself! It’s only a lower-body garment with some missing thread, for Pete’s sake! Yes, but it’s the conjured image that keeps flashing in my minds eye, try as I might to ignore it. After all, I was born with quite the colorful imagination, a thing that has helped me get to where I am today. Where am I today, by the way?
Am I up or am I down?
Am I smile or am I frown?
Did I arrive with intention?
Or was it all through dementia?

Sorry, that just kind of fell out.

Anyway, perhaps she didn’t mean what I thought she meant. I just assumed, since I have the mind of a sexually confused male, that she referred to either slacks or undies, you know-panties, what a cute word-panties, little pants, mini-drawers, a small, cute, almost not there woman’s undergarment.
Was she thinking of another kind of split crotch pants?
Did I misunderstand what she said?
You know, I heard her the other night doing her Italian lesson on the computer. Maybe she said something in Italian to me because she was showing off some words she had just learned! That’s it! She really said “spartiacque crosta pane”. Sounds a LOT like split crotch pants. It means “divide the crusty bread”. The fan was on high speed in the office, it being a very warm evening here in southern California, the room is small and Zander (beautiful, sometimes LOUD one year old son) was here and talking too! I did misunderstand her because of the noise! Oh good, I figured it out. She was trying to impress me! She knows Italian crusty bread is one of my favorites. I bet she is planning on cooking me an Italian feast and as she serves it is going to speak only in Italian! Wow! What a woman. Now that’s hot! Being served a great mock-chicken parmesan dinner with all the trimmings and having her speak only in that oh-so-romantic language as she does it! Now I’m really excited! Who needs badly tailored trousers when I’ve got her making red sauce and capellini??!! I can’t wait. Hope it’s tomorrow night. Should I get flowers? Wine? No, we don’t drink. No, I’ll just play dumb and act surprised and amused. Act! Hah! I will be amused. Maybe I’ll wear my shiny silver speedos and leather tank top to the table...

Why I'm Here

2006-08-30T23:48:00.000-07:00

Hello again, welcome back.
As promised I will tell you what Greg's Studio is all about. As you may have imagined I am an artist and after nearly twenty five years of creating pieces, I finally decided to share my God-given talents with the world and am now stepping up to the plate to sell them on-line as well as to galleries nationwide and eventually to the world. My stuff is mostly metal art and some mixed-media, predominately abstract and some functional. I have sold the occasional piece but have held onto most of what I’ve created, having become rather fond of them.I’m not going to give you the usual rigmarole that I hear other artists spew about how they are inspired, their use of color and texture, who their favorite other artists are, yadda, yadda, yadda. I just like to collect odd crap and weld and glue it together according to how it looks and feels to me. I am blessed with an eye for balance and symmetry and I love to put on great music in my studio and get into that timeless place when I create. It can be enormous fun and quite satisfying. That’s why I do it, nothing fancy. And yes, I like to get money for it too.Soon you will be able to see my new stuff, along with some of my older creations at my new website, www.gregsstudio.com. It is an exciting time for me and my wife, Jennifer, having spent many hours deciding the best course of action to get me going as a successful artist.This blog will be a place for me to write whenever I get the urge, or to share old stories that I have written, or perhaps to share my daily experiences, be it a positive one or perhaps to rant about a not-so-satisfying interaction I may have had with a store, restaurant or service company.
Please, let me know if you have any comments, I’d like to hear from you, as long as it’s positive and reassuring.

Yours in Blogland
Greg

We Three

2006-08-30T02:33:00.000-07:00

I was going to go to bed, it is late and I’m tired but I wanted to write another blog since I want to get into the habit of sending out one each day. So here I am, ready to share my exciting life with the world.
On my way into here, my office at home, I peeked into the bedroom to check on my wife, Jennifer, and one year old son, Zander. We sleep in a family bed, the three of us, Jennifer usually going in before I do to nurse him to sleep because if I go in with them he is more apt to stay up and play till the wee hours. So I keep busy in the studio or read or write or surf in the office till he is out. What I saw was the most beautiful sight of mother and child, lying on their sides, face to face, breathing slowly and softly. Each with the most relaxed and angelic look on their face (well, mostly he looked angelic, she looked beautiful). I stood there for a while, smiling and filled with joy. I am always blessed and in these moments, I really know it. I am lucky that I have constant reminders like this. Like when either of them smile at me, or when we share a laugh. When we walk, holding hands and sharing the sunshine and cool breeze of the evening and look at each other with the knowing that we are loved. I get to forget about bills and projects and appointments. I thank God for that and bask in the benefit of this place I can visit whenever I choose. I’m glad to appreciate my life and try to remember to do it whenever I start to slip and go against the flow of well being that is natural in life.
See you tomorrow.

No longer a Blog virgin

2006-08-28T21:25:00.000-07:00

Well, here I am in Blogland. Nice topography anyway. Everything seems so green and Bloglike. I am surprised at how open feeling it is. Like when I went to Joshua Tree National Monument the first time, drove up to the BIG ROCK or BIG BOULDER or BIG STONE area, I don't remember the name exactly, got out of the car and was knocked over by the silence and the vast wide-open feeling, just like now. Wow, I'll have to come back here more often. Much cheaper on gas than actually driving all the way up there, though I will definitely do that once in a while just to keep my perspective straight.

Well, now, my lovely and long-legged wife, mother of my beautiful one year old son who are now sitting but a few feet from me (he at her breast for an after dinner snack) but not looking at me, just her own computer, and doing her best to keep comments to herself as she surfs the Net, so as not to interrupt my thought process in case I come up with something perverse, obtuse, or otherwise sensational, has set up this Blog thing for me. She actually looked over my shoulder and pointed at the correct keys to push down so as to get this magical blank page in my view so I would not have to waste brain energy in doing so myself.

Look at all these cool words and shapes up there-Font style selector-Font size selector-(does this work on penises?) Bold-yes, check, that's me. Italic-half, northern Italy, Text color, Link (the guy from Mod Squad? That's good to know he's right here in case I run into some hoodlums that need straightening out while I'm wandering around by myself in Blogland. Very reassuring, I always like protection when I visit new and strange places). Align left, Align Center, Align Right, (must be for Chiropractic Bloggers?), Justify Full. This one I like. It must be there to press when I am wanting to do something no one else agrees with. Numbered list, Bulleted list (Mafia hits?) Blockquote-this will come in handy, I'm sure. Does Outlook Express have one of these for all those who send me their worthless opinions? Check spelling, in case I Blog to someone in Checkoslovokia and have trouble spelling something. Add Image, I could use that, can't most of us? I mean, if I had enough, what would I need Blogging for? And finally, Remove Formatting from selection. What's that, a nautical thing? Is there Aftmatting? And why do I need to have it removed? Then above that is something labeled Edit Html. Oh, I get it, in case I want to change hate mail that might come in. Good, that might prove useful. And finally, Compose. Goodie, I always wanted to write songs. I've written a few poems but never put them to music. Now I can! How cool is that?

I think I'm going to like to Blog. I may end up Blogging a lot. My family and friends may have to intervene if I get carried away with it all. Is there a Bloggers anonymous? Is it ok to Blog in public or can I get arrested for that? I will have to check with an attorney to see about the laws pertaining to this, though I'm not one for paying much attention to laws anyway, but it is good to know when I'm breaking them, just so I know I'm getting away with something. And if I am questioned-I just hit that old Justify Fully horizontal lines thingy up there and vwallaa! I'm free!
Well, so far, this has been fun and I look forward to further exploration in the Outer Limits of Blogland.

Tomorrow I will describe what Greg's Studio is all about and how you will be able to buy some really cool art stuff to have for your very own, and then you won't need the Add Image button any more!

First Posting

2006-08-27T13:39:00.000-07:00

Hi,

This is Greg's wife, Jennifer, here. I've been wanting G to have a blog for so long now. Finally a place where he can share what he's up to in the studio. A place where he can share his stories and poems and histories of the pieces he creates.

You're all in for a special time! Check back often.

Love,
Jennifer