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July 8th, 2015

Three Years later...

Stacy Lambert, NC Pottery
Well well well....it has been close the 3 years since my last confession journal entry. Proably a bad thing, but something I tend to do in the way I am wired to dealing with life. Lots of things have happened. Not sure if I should go over them now or later....so I play it by ear and if something just happens to slip in, well....it does and we will deal with it accordingly. I have lost touch with several people that were at one time considered by me "pillars of my personal community". I do stay "in touch" from afar (fb) but I rarily reach out. I have re-examined myself and started therapy with a lovely lady that is more like a freind than a medical professional. I now realize that I probably should have taken advantage of this lovely tool a good long time ago, back after my Grandmother English and father passed in 1989....but like so many others I did not. I see now like everybody else I know that has had therapy and seeks to work forward, leaving the past to its own devices can be difficult and "one" needs to be in the right "frame of mind" to accomplish this goal/reach the proper threashold. Over the past two years it has helped me understand  myself; sometimes chastising sometimes praising myself. I have learned my "approaches" and the pitfalls that often ensue from them, but enough about theraphy......for now. Tonight, being Tonight, I think I should mention my reason for reconnecting with the journal. I want to remember my thoughts and organize them. I face main problems and i need to get back to solving them. I think journaling will help me do that, it certainly can't hurt.

So here we go..

  • while thumbing thru the Vatican Museum Collections Exhibition catalog, I thought  about my prof from St. Andrews, Ann Woodson...Anna as we called her...wondering what she is doing and if she still creates and what that is these days

  • also about Sitzo de Rachewiltz and my months in Northern Italy and how that so influences my life to this day

  • thinikng about Mothers doctor appt. in the morning and how My role as here care provider is shifting. I am so used to her taking care of me...it is difficult and emotionally upsetting for me to realize I must do this, it may not get worse , but it will not get better.

  • Matt, my little condrundum wrapped in an enigma....nuf said

  • how I am gettting a bit tired and should try to go to sleep......

December 20th, 2006


Stacy Lambert, NC Pottery

Honey Bear and I had a night out. We had planned to go down to Wilmington & hang with Matt, David and Chris....well mostly Matt and David as Chris was working; but someone had been a sick puppy and thrown up all over the bathroom and It was a "pig pen" more so than a bear den according to David so we withdrew our plans "'til later". Was really looking forward to seeing them  don't know if we'll get another chance before Christmas or not...we should have just gone down any and hung with Matt and left David at home cleaning.....THAT WOULD HAVE TAUGHT him.....  Well, salvaged the evening by doing dinner at the new Chili's in SP's (overspiced and overpriced) and then a bit of shopping before catching the incredible documentary created by the hero of Kazakhstan....Borat. What a thrilling depection of traditional European values...and how American traditions are so different but equally ??????? Piquant? Perverse? LOL, I will say the scene between Azhmet and Borat in the hotel concerning the Pamela incident was touching...I mean I've never seen such working around a difficult situation played out in that raw a manner on the big screen...that scene alone should quench it for an OSCAR...at least a couple of GOLDEN GLOBES.

Anyway slightly horny, and not too tired, but going to bed. Matt ran up a bit ago and I'm going to try and read some. Not the way we had planned to spend our evening but fun after all.

December 19th, 2006

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Stacy Lambert, NC Pottery

Evening, had a good day yesterday. Today is still in the questionable stages. Played in the Bloggoverse a bit more. Invited some interesting bear types from both myspace and LJ to join me and heard back from quite a few. I'm still waiting to hear from my college pal Michael. I always had the hots for him, knew he was gay, but neither one of us was really out back then. I think he was still dating fish those eons back when.....whatever we all have our crosses to bear bare. I wish he'd sign on to his myspace account soon so we can catch up. He was always on on my favorite folks even if he hadn't turnout out to be queer. I would have been just as happy to find out he was married with little mikey's and michelle's running around......this has also made me think about lots of people I've been out of touch with. Some bears, some old college buds, some folks from other realms like bdsm....those were triggered by this cool seeming bear here on LJ that had some mud wrestling pictures in his journal....he's made me his friend so I hope to get to play with his little gray cells as we move along and explore some more. Everything sounds promising....HUM did somebody pass the brownies, or am I just high on blogging.

December 18th, 2006

Greetings and Salutations to anyone brave enough to try to revel in my musings. I'll try to be more tact-urn and less verbose, but hey...my parent's, Uncle Sam, and I paid for my education so I might as well abuse it as best I can.

I've kept a private journal for years, not on a regular basis but every once in a while when the mood strikes me. I've always used it as a window in time, a way to go back and review what I was thinking and doing or maybe "WHAT WAS I THINKING, and "DID I DO THAT" My postings will probably tend to be long. I need to learn some trick of the LJ masters than were mentioned in the set-up process; like how to hide them so friends, when they appear on my horizon, will be able to have me occupy "less room" as the adv-iso hints.

So "what is a Pottery Bear and do you need a License to go Hunting with one"...
A pottery bear is the crazy artistically minded bear from rural NC. He grew up wrapped in History and it never chaffed him once. History was the soil in which this little bear britches grew. Home, family, church, education...all had links that can be defined by historical context. There were "collectors" on both side of my family. Both maternal and paternal ancestors go back to ships dropping off hopeful and brave souls in coastal Virginia or coastal South Carolina in the 17th Century. Is it any wonder that the two sides might meet in the middle, get a little tar stuck on their heals and settle into the fertile ground of the old North State. Both sides have their crazy and "crazy like a fox" characters that obviously donated something to making the gay bear before you. Clearly some of these obsessive compulsive collecting tendencies that are bred in the bone...just waiting for the right circumstances. Anyway, we'll delve into all that later. I really am getting to wordy for even me to stand right now and I want to attract interesting people not run them off at a mad gallop.

Pottery is something that connects us to the earth on my levels. If you a religious person or a creationist or maybe even simply spiritual you know that we are all made of the same stuff. Pottery is something than can be soothing to touch, hold, make, and use. It's younger cousin Porcelain also plays a role in my life but Pottery is venue where this collector comes home to rest. Now while I might have a couple of things that are mold made....these things are just functional tools to me, like this cpu and keyboard...it is HANDMADE pottery that continues to grab and occupy my imagination. Perhaps its because that even though I have a BA in Art (minor in History) and did Graduate level work for two years in Historic Preservation and Painting ( yeah I tried doing two MFA's at once.....sue me) I never created pottery. Pottery was passe at my college in the early 80's....we did some cool stuff....bookmaking, lithography, lost wax bronze casting, conceptual art, delvings into the newly revived Celtic consciousness...pottery wheels were in storage and gathering dust. I wasn't into art at all in High School. I was a History freak. The only reason I became an artist is that I took this Class about Ancient and Contemporary Art and Spirituality at St. Andrews. Androids are required to take some core classes throughout their studies. At the time I was there It was called S.A.G.E. (St Andrews General Education) It was previously known to other past classes as CWC (Christianity and world Cultures)
which was really a better fit than the SAGE thing but...........you know academia! Anyway, its focus was on why man created art, where that drive had led him and how art today (the 80's) was returning to many of these spiritual roots....think Cave Paintings at Lascaux and Aboriginal symbol pictograph drawings and the Performance art of Gilbert and George, the early work of Cindy Sherman, Jackson Pollocks paintings and some other names I thought I never forget, but obviously have as I'm musing further at a loss.

Anyway lets warp speed ahead to the right now, we can take a Quantum leap back and forth to these other areas when we feel like it. I'm turning a new page and working on sharing more with others in a productive way. The only way I know to do that is be 100% percent honest...and that What I indeed to attempt. But to finish off this 1st posting, I'll answer the question I posed at the beginning....What is a pottery bear....well it's this guy Named Mark.....do you need a license to go pottery hunting with him...no, just an invitation.

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