Leahpeah : flawed but authentic

I now have a gallery site in addition to my website. Joe set it up for me. I can upload specific photos for clients there very quickly and easily. Thank you to Joe!

Something I’m going to attend:

Are you an aspiring or emerging artist in San Diego?
Looking to network or learn how to network?
Searching for San Diego’s Art Community?
If you answered yes to any of these questions, you are invited to the first meeting of The Starving Artist Group San Diego! This group is for new and emerging artists to network and communicate. We are forming a group of visual artists to get together to pull resources, share information and have a good time doing it.

Our goal is to meet once a month to discuss being an emerging artist in San Diego. As well as to participate in a number of activities like life drawing, attending museums and art events, getting discounts at art stores, and sharing expenses to go to different conventions, classes, workshops, etc. If we focus and cooperate we could help each other become established artists. Think of it as the Graphic Arts Guild, or Society of Illustrators for the up and coming artist without the expensive membership fee!
When? Saturday, May 10th, 2003
Where? 1751 University Ave (Hillcrest)
Building phone: #11
What Time? 2:00 pm
We will be discussing the long and short term goals of the group as well as choosing a permanent meeting time as well as introducing ourselves.

This is an open invitation, feel free to bring other artists with you.

Thanx to Wardell Brown for setting it up. Email him if you plan on attenting: wardellb@hotmail.com.
And I like Miter Joe from his portfolio.

Have you ever heard of Mat Gleason? Reading him is so outrageous. He writes out his grumpy feelings there in his journal. I’m sure he has many people hating on him. Here is more he wrote. He reminds me of Simon on American Idol. There needs to be someone like him. It makes for good publicity and a well rounded American Environment. We all need someone to hate. It unifies us and makes us stronger. It’s the American Way.

I’ve been tobacco free for over 2 months now. I don’t drink alcohol and I’ve been off the anti-depressants for at least as long as I haven’t smoked. And now I’m going to get back on them. This is SO frustrating for me. I really had hoped to be able to function as a productive member of the human race without using artificial balances in my brain but apparently, I need to. My levels just won’t….level.
I’m concentrating on not resisting what I need.
So that’s that. But I’m not happy about it.

My friend and roommate Mickele sent me this link on Women of our Time today. I went through the entire site. It took about an hour and a bit but it was worth it. Not just because I am a woman but also because I’m a photographer. The images were fantastic and the women’s stories were wonderful. Have a few minutes? Go take a look.

Changing servers. I was tired of the old one. Matt at Lamphost hooked me up. I also have my loan site with him. One of the interesting things about changing servers…sometimes little bits of info get left behind. For example, Lilia left me a note the other day as things were getting switched and it was there…for sure….and I read it…..and now it doesn’t exist. At least not on Lamphost.

Getting interviewed tomorrow for Writer’s Monthly. About my art stuff. I think it should be in the May issue. We’ll see.

quick recap for the kids:
mickele saw moshay the other day, i couldn’t find him when i went out to look but she saw him today again and took a picture of him to show me….and it was him. we’ll have to go say hi next time you’re with me. thanx for calling me ty, i love talking to you on the phone, write something in your new journal tony and i’ll add a link on my site to yours like i did for dev and alex, hope your having fun with amber, ali. dev, work on your poems. lets get that done.
grande love,
mom

Last night wasn’t the first time and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

Famous people show up in my dreams.

Last night Gwen Stefani from No Doubt came over to my house. We hung out and talked about girl stuff. We shaved one side of her head. All the usual….

I’ve dreamed about her a few times before. The first time, I was harassing her outside of a home she was staying in which happened to be in my home town. I was outside the window and yelling, ‘Gwen! I’m your biggest fan!’ Like she’d never heard that before. But she did sneak me in and I got to know the ‘real’ her. Last night was an obvious step up from the raving fan dream. We were good girl friends and doing girl-friend type stuff. Which is weird initially because I don’t do girl friend type stuff like hair and nails unless it’s with my daughter and weird further on because in my dream I was an expert at clothes and hair-shaving.

Robert Downey Junior is another favorite of mine. He has shown up in the middle of the night more times than any other star. We have long talks about turning your life around and making the most of every day. It’s like therapy only with a figment of my imagination that is actually really alive but doesn’t know me.

More later. The office is calling.

The other night, Joe and I were at my friend Margot and Matt’s home. We were eating dinner and talking and having a great ‘ol time when all of a sudden I noticed that people were looking at me a little strange. Joe had started rubbing my shoulder in a supportive way, Matt was looking at me across the table with a skeptical eye, Margot mentioned I was clicking and unclicking my pen at a faster than human rate and my friend Jeff had stopped practically mid-word mid-sentence and then slowly brought his words out of slow motion and the record started turning again. All this while I was being very conscience to reassure myself that I was NOT bothered by what Jeff was talking about and I was certainly not showing any outward signs of discomfort.

I consider myself to be an open minded person. I figure I can always listen to someone’s opinion, even if I heartily disagree. In this particular case, however, I didn’t necessarily even disagree with what Jeff was saying. And I was still having a hard time just maintaining the status quo.

We had finished our dinner of sweet and sour vegetables, frozen pizza and salad with optional ‘some kind of cheese/salsa sauce’ which only Jeff was brave enough to try and had brought out the pens and paper to exchange reading, watching and listening favorites. (Margot’s idea…really a great one.) Somehow the conversation had landed on religion. Specifically, the religion I was raised in: mormon. Now, let me interject here that I have never been the ideal mormon and have had serious doubts most of my life about the validity of one religion claiming to be the only ‘true’ church and have almost been the model ‘jack-mormon’ the past 20 years of my life. So, someone please tell me why I suddenly felt like I needed to remind myself to breathe evenly and to not show any streaks on the outside of the inner stress I was feeling? I’ve been known to make fun of policies, rules and beliefs of the LDS church many times. And I’ve heard people poke fun at things I was taught were the gospel truth and never batted an eyeball. Here, we have Jeff just trying to have a conversation about a particular myth in the church history, not even making any jokes or rude comments and I’m having some kind of allergic reaction. What is up with that?

Well, there isn’t really any end to this story. It’s just something that happened that I haven’t been able to figure out yet, but haven’t stopped thinking about.

In other news, I spent almost the entire day from 6 am to 6 pm in my car driving to various photo shoots for North magazine. It was a long day. But good, too. More on that later.

quick recap for the kids:
you don’t have to know everything all the time, your mom still has lots of questions about things, i’m using the new camera a lot, can’t wait to see you this weekend! the new strongbad is pretty funny…..
hugs and kisses,
mom

Someday I want to be able to sit back and not worry about bills.
I can hear my fifth grade teacher saying ‘People in hell want ice cubes!’

Things are actually great.
I have a new digital camera for my new job at North. The old one was no longer available to me and the borrowed Canon from my good friend Rob needed to go home after an extended 6 month working vacation at my house. So, I took the plunge and…

…got a credit card to buy the camera to take the pictures to make more contacts and get more photo gigs and make more money and pay off the camera. *gasp for breath*

A bonus from the photo job: I get to put in a mortgage ad for the loans in North magazine. Joe is working on it even as I type. He keeps AOL IM-ing me to give me the progress reports. He had it mostly done last night except for the addition of my photo. Incidentally, why does my picture have to be on that ad? Why do real estate and mortgage lenders feel it’s required to add their face to the advertisement? Is it really going to make more people want to contact me? I doubt it. It’s silly. But chalk one up for conforming. I did.

There are about 7 new photos on the website. Two of them even include Joe. : ) He’s a cutie! A few more paintings, too.

quick recap for the kids:
i like the little movie you made, dev. let’s figure out how to go to the gaming meeting. check out this link….i wrote you a secret message.
grande mucho grande love to all of you.
mom

It’s April Fool’s Day. I only just realized it. I guess it’s lost its shine since I was little. That or my brothers are too far away to pull pranks on me and remind me what the day is……

It was so wonderful to see my family. The only drawback…my kids werenÕt there with me. Hopefully in June I’ll go again and take them with me. Anyone with a van want to trade cars with me for about 10 days?

I saw Laurel and family, Natalie and family, Celia and family, Craig and family, Nate and family and my parents. And if that wasn’t enough, also an old friend from high school that I still keep in touch with. I held babies, played with toddlers, listened to adolescents sing and perform musical numbers, made lip balm and lip gloss, talked to siblings for hours, hugged my parents, and took a kazillion photos, some for a book I’m illustrating and some just for fun.

I’m almost caught up on my sleep. My face has had an acne attack from all the different water types and soaps. I brought home an orange candle my niece Marisa made for me in a pickle jar that smells like….pickles. I’m caught up on work. Things are good.

I’m looking for a new home. I’ve outgrown this one and need something before the 1st of May. Anyone know of any homes or apartments that aren’t outrageously priced in rent?

quick recap for the kids:
1st, april fools and no way to prank you, 2nd, the entire cousin mass says hello and come visit, 3rd, your grandparents miss you and can’t wait to see you, 4th, i’ll see you in like 2 days.
grande love,
mom