Making Cents

12 08 2009

The Outstanding Public Debt as of 12 Aug 2009 at 03:13:34 AM GMT is: $11,666,686,956,363.42 (or over 11 trillion!)

The population of the United States is 306,717,967.

So we all need to pitch in $38,037.18 per citizen. There are three citizens in our household so that means we would need to pay an extra $114,111.54 as just a gift to the US Treasury. Here, let me write you a check.

Oh wait! The deficit just went up to $11,666,711,145,770.44 (The Outstanding Public Debt as of 12 Aug 2009 at 03:22:31 AM GMT is). Let me check. Nope I didn’t earn 8 cents in the past 9 minutes. And to think, if I were to earn a penny a minute I would be earning $525,600. a year. I am not so why does the government get to spend like I do earn over two million a year (based on our current tax bracket…this includes our current tax rate + the gift)?

When Clinton (a democrat) took office (remember he ran on the platform of reducing the National deficit) the national deficit was just under $400,000,000,000.00 (or $400 billion). Oh, the shame. We would all have to pay $120 to get that puppy under control! When Clinton left office the National Deficit was about $5 trillion. GREAT JOB!

When inaugurated, the inherited Obama deficit was $10.626 trillion (yep, some of this was because of Pres. Clinton’s plan…this is where China comes in). The National Deficit has NEVER risen so quickly. During the last administration it took over 2.5 years for the deficit to rise by one trillion dollars. George W. ran up the National Deficit by 4.9 trillion over an eight year period of time.

Come on people…let’s start bean counting and crunching those numbers. Our outstanding debts are now being funded by China. The statement that China will take good care of us is JUST A BIT alarming! Stand up and let Obama know that you can’t afford that kind of obligation! I really am a liberal at heart but I also believe that we should all pay our way. Obama has NOW made that impossible!

The final number you will see in this blog is the current (as of this posting) National Deficit. Please…Don’t hate the messenger!

$11,668,624,901,742.25 (an additional $1,937,945,379.03 in 12 hours)
National Deficit Clock

Making Cents

Making Cents

Photo and article © 2009 Kathleen Bjoran

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The Eyes Have It

10 08 2009

I got a phone call from an ‘art’ aquaintence wanting me to create an iris (of the eye) that everyone could recognize. Now, I told him about Photoshop and how the majority of my artwork is photography, airbrush w/acrylics, and pencil & ink. Oils only hold a fascination to me if the work can not be completed otherwise. I could tell he was dismayed.

Art has changed over the years but photography has been in the (proposed) forefront since about 320 BC. Aristotle and Leonardo Da Vinci were both fascinated by it. This is where great minds met in unison. The Camera Obscura was theoretically devised to capture elements of nature (mainly light) onto a medium sensitized to light. As we now know that VERY few mediums are NOT sensitive to light, we can record on almost anything.

I don’t preach what art is (as do many of my ‘artsy’ peers) but I do understand ART. Drawings and watercolors have been used throughout the years to make scientific observations (just look at Pierre-Joseph Redouté’s works) that are now made solely through the camera. These earlier observations are now considered ‘Art’ because the reasoning is that the scientist had to understand and record his subject. This is what a photographer needs to do today.

Let’s kill the ramblings of my ‘artsy’ friends who create the same thing over and over. Branch out into nature and technology and live the experience. Please, just KNOW your medium.

Here are a few of my creations anyway. Photoshop and know-how go a long way.

Blue Eyes with Fish

Blue Eyes with Fish

Brown Eyes with Fish Tattoos

Brown Eyes with Fish Tattoos

Green Eyes with Fish

Green Eyes with Fish

Green Eyes with Fish Tattoos

Green Eyes with Fish Tattoos

Red Eyes With Fish

Red Eyes With Fish

Rainbow Eyes with Fish Tattoos

Rainbow Eyes with Fish Tattoos

Story and ART © 2009 Kathleen Bjoran





A Memory

9 08 2009

One day
All is real.
The next
It’s nothing but
A memory.

A Memory

A Memory

Story and photo © 2009 Kathleen Bjoran





Treasure

8 08 2009

I’ve always surrounded myself with those whom I can call treasures. Treasures bring not just riches but the desire to seek more treasure (hunting). Being a hunter and a gatherer, I want to pull together my past and seek new adventures. The concept that hunters and gatherers are inately different defies the true nature of both. A hunter is useless if he leaves his incapacitated prey where he dropped it. A gatherer is useless if he refuses to apply action once the desired prey is found. A woman going to the grocery store is hunting and gathering if she chooses to buy. A man going out deer hunting is hunting and gathering as long as he collects the fallen deer.

As I have the insight to declare the previous, now, my only job/course is to identify how my treasures are identified. Are they identified by the happiness they bring me? Are they identified by the deep contemplation they instill in me? Are they identified by their love for me (or I for them)? Are they identified by pointing out my past mistakes and INSISTING I address them? The answer to find that true gem is yes to all of the above. When hunting for those treasures be sure to gather them.

Treasure

Treasure

Story and photo © 2009 Kathleen Bjoran





Two Moons

7 08 2009

When I look up and see two moons
Hanging in the sky
I see the truth of what there is
I also see the lie.

I see the truth of what has been
And what is now to me
I see the lie of what’s to come
What there is to be.

I see deception in one face
The other shows no sign
I see reality of all that is
And consume it with my mind.

My head drinks up the brightest moon
But seldom sees the one
That hangs between the moon and me
Before the night is done.

Two Moons

Two Moons

Story and photo © 2009 Kathleen Bjoran





Macabre Puppet

6 08 2009

“Carry me away to a place of rest,” I could hear the leaves crying. Their lives had been spent and now they were no more than macabre puppets for the fall breeze. The fall breeze that believed it could prove something by giving the leaves animation after death.

I had seen the movies – the movies that produced fear in the viewers by animating dead animals. H. P. Lovecraft, it seemed, was sitting right beside me!

The passers-by were ignoring the abhorrent show but, had it been hundreds of butterfly wings (sans bodies), the story would be different.

The Macabre Puppet

The Macabre Puppet

Story and photo © 2009 Kathleen Bjoran





The Path Less Chosen

5 08 2009

I looked down the path and felt so alive with anticipation. The trees canopied my future. Behind me lay the highway, cold and desolate. It could take me home to my past and to all the reasons I ended up here. I looked toward the future.

I will admit that those first few steps were a battle with cement boots. I was leaving behind a long and prosperous life but knew simplicity and art WERE my future. Oh, I could paint, take photos, draw, and write (and I don’t mean programming code). I was leaving behind 20 years of C++, HTML, JAVA, ASP, XML, and all the other programming codes (too many to list) to embark on my distant past…my new future. I came from art and thus I return.

I walked along the tree lined path as it narrowed until it became thick with brush. At some places it was almost impenetrable but I championed on. I had a determination that only few people ever get to experience. I know those folks who climb K2 get drunk with this same determination.

I love working. I love networking. I love writing and all those other previously mentioned arts. I’m about a mile into my future. The path has disappeared so I’m making a new one (and yes, I have my suction snake bite kit with me). Though that path has disappeared, I SEE so many things to inspire me. Life gets easy sometimes and we tend to forget where we came from. I don’t mean work gets easy for I know the harder I worked the more money I made. What I mean is, I reached an uncomfortable comfort zone. I had a name and reputation increasing my salary yearly. My income was 6 figures but money isn’t everything. Our lives can easily turn to monetary poverty but, please…all that is holy, don’t let our lives become culturally impoverished!

La Chaim!

My Pen Writes Grunge

My Pen Writes Grunge

Story and photo © 2009 Kathleen Bjoran