One of my new paintings. this is the only form that you will ever see it in, meaning that it does not really exist save in cyberspace. For an explanation of this and to see other versions of this, and other painting go to my: Drawings and Paintings Archive.
Down through the wormhole (dial-up modem sound) I go, into Cyberland, where everything is smaller and stranger. In Cyberland I meet a girl named Ecila, and we travel together through Cyberland.
One day Angel tried to go to Cyberland to see Ecila, but the stupid wormhole (modem) dial-up connection was down. So Angel darted over to his trusty MacBook and connected to Cyber- land via broadband. But the connection was so sudden, that the impact of Angel hitting Cyber- land, smashed him into cyberbits. After picking up all of Angels tiny bits, Ecila continued her lonely journey through Cyberland.
One day, Ecila noticed that if she took one of Angels tiny bits and decoded it by turning it into HTML, that she could make herself grow and have access to real computers in the real world, and one day she found the real Angel on a weblog and after finding out that he was married, shrank back down and went back to Cyberland.
While Angel in the mean time in first world didn't know that Ecila was in town looking for him. He didn't care either way anyway since all this is just made up while I wait for breakfast, and have nothing else to post right now.
This Weblog and all it's corresponding pages are my cyberworld, a cyberworld of my own creation. With help from God and Blogger.com I am able to create all the fascinating pages and related stuff that make up Weblog De Fuego.
If you are one of the lucky few that get the opportunity, albeit by chance, to come across Weblog De Fuego or any of it's related pages, then consider yourself a fortunate person and share your good fortune with others by telling them about Weblog De Fuego.
Why would you do this for someone you don't even know ? cause, I put the idea in your head. But that's OK, cause I am not telling you to do something bad. But if it turns out that you hate Weblog De Fuego and all it's related pages, then may I say you should go quickly to the bathroom, take out your brain, and give it a good washing.
If that does not remove all the yuk of weblog, then may I suggest that you take out your brain again and repeat steps 1 and 2. finally with your brain once again clean and fresh, you may again continue on your journey through this illusion called life. Please take a number and have a seat, and your name will not be called shortly. Unless of course your name really is Shortly, in which case your name has already been called.
If your name has already been called, then please stand up, return the number and leave at once. We will not notify you about any changes in your case, or if we have changed locations. Thank You and have a nice day.
After 31 days without alcohol, or tobacco, I am now ready to go into the desert. In the desert I will seek the Lord God of Abraham. I will take a small tent, a sleeping bag, a small medical kit, a 1 week supply of army rations and a bible.
When will I do this ? After it stops raining...........
Be honest, how many people do you know that have a serious case of bipolar disorder, but can still maintain more or less and even have a blog or two, let alone 39 ? It doesn't mean that I can hold a day job, but it is a good case for creative genius, a.k.a. a fine madness. Besides, you would not want to be around me in a work environment.
My case of bipolar disorder is unique to me alone. It has shaped and molded the very essence of who and what I am. This is true for everyones personal case. I have been blessed with a very creative and active strain of the bipolar illness. So far in my life, I am now 51, I have been up and manic. That's good for an artist. It is impossible for me to create during a depressive cycle which I have felt only a few times in my life.
Creative genius is a power unto itself. If you were to read my entire weblog of 39 + blog pages and 6 older blogs, and get a feel for all my knowledge, you would not believe that I only got to the fourth (4th) grade in public schools. It is important that the reader here understands that I do not have academic genius (learned) but rather natural genius (intuitive) knowledge, which is not taught in schools.
After an I.Q. test in 1966 in California that said I had an I.Q. of 187, I dropped out of public schools at the tender age of ten (10) years old. From that point on, I was Autodidact with my parents blessing. At the age of twelve (12) I was enrolled in metaphysics schools. where I learned that life comes in groups of threes and in cycles of 7 and all kinds of other cool stuff.
The art came natural. I never went to any kind of art school and never had to study hard for music or any kind of art. I have never gone to any kind of high school a single day of my life.
That hurt me a little bit socially in that I am still very shy around certain people, and get nervous around a group or a lot of girls. But I understand why and that helps with the problem.
At 18 I got a G.E.D. 2 month night school and the teacher sent me a card saying that I was the best student she ever had....no joke. When I opened the envelope I thought it was a wedding invitation or something like that.
My potential for knowledge and creative projects are limitless. Sometimes while I am writing a sonnet I am also writing a piano piece, or thinking of a drawing. I am always in a chess game with myself or computer. These games can last for weeks. It's not about speed and challenge when keeping the mind alert and active.
If you have ever been interested in creative genius or bipolar disorder, then here is your chance to study the real thing as it happens. I am not famous, but I should be one of those mentioned in the book Touched With Fire by Kay Redfield Jamison. A still living example of an Artistic Master with bipolar disorder.
It is important that you the general public understand me and know who I am, since I will soon walk on the world stage and announce myself to be or not to be. Some of you already know about me and who I am. Soon everyone will know.
Stay Tuned to find out what and who ? If you know, keep it a secret for now.
"I have never let my schooling interfere with my education." Mark Twain