12.17.2007

I suppose I have some explaining to do and I would if explainations were interesting in nature.

6.30.2007

Is it this time already? Time flies.

It's almost over. But I have a headache. I've come to get a cup of coffee and read my book, but my head
hurts. Coffee will help, but I'm sitting in the sun and that won't. Not even with sunglasses. I had them
adjusted yesterday. I'm sitting in the sun drinking my coffee and this woman next to me is yelling something.
I didn't think anything of her when I sat down, but now that I hear her yelling, I think she is homeless.
I can't make out what she is yelling because my headphones are on. I think she is yelling at me though.
I'm hearing her yell in the background of the Wrens followed by Morrisey. I don't recognize this playlist
order. My iPod must be shuffling. It's shuffling to and fro my month's high and lows. It's hitting all the
moments that reminded me I'm not alone anymore and then it falls upon melodies of melancholy and anthems
I salute in solitude. The woman is still yelling at me. My head is shuffling to and fro. Slowly my headache will go
away. It's almost over and tomorrow will be July. The woman who is yelling at me is holding a pair of bright
red plastic binoculars. I've never seen binoculars red all over like that before. The Radio Dept. followed
by the Pixies. I wonder how far forward the woman's binoculars can see.

3.20.2007

Way back when... while tracking the traffic on my Website I found that the most popular search strings directing folks to my site was "re vi trol" and "ha nd j obs."
(pardon the funky spelling, but I'm trying to cut down). "Re vi trol," I can give credit to Jose and the sentiments others have for him, while "ha ndj obs," came from a photo
and conversation I had with Jose. So with a few changes in code and re-titling of images I had hoped I could divert the hard up and happy hand traffic. For instance, this
image from my 2005 archive is now titled "handmakesacircle.jpg"

But, I found I am still and indefinately linked to many er oti ca and se x blogs. Terribly ironic. The following are the top 20 search strings for my site this month. I finally made it to
the top of my own list. #4 makes me smile. As for the rest...it gets kinda creepy.

1 45.83% cathy begien
2 10.42% love paragraphs
3 6.25% edinburgh castle film night
4 4.17% instructions on fixing a karaoke machine
5 2.08% auntie gives ha nd job
6 2.08% begien black out
7 2.08% boxer fight
8 2.08% c begien
9 2.08% cathy begien new york
10 2.08% edinburgh castle film
11 2.08% edinburgh film night
12 2.08% embarrassing
13 2.08% fighting stats
14 2.08% han djo b at cash register
15 2.08% mom selling ha ndjo bs
16 2.08% moms gives me ha n djob
17 2.08% sarah enid hagey
18 2.08% scanners video festival
19 2.08% sleeping ha nd j ob
20 2.08% www.cbegien.com


3.1.2007

After three years of toting around a cell phone she only answers after nine pm, my mom sent me a text message for the very first time. "Hi cathy. Love mom." Indeed, I do.

2.27.2007


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Thank you for your patience.

xoxo c.


2.26.2007



Dear Friends. In a manic attempt to clean out my hard drives and make room for spring and things, I deleted my entire email database user identity knows-it-all everything. Gone is my address book, gone are my electronic contacts, and gone are all my silly strings of sentiments. After two days of dumpster diving with hundreds of dollars worth of recovery software, I have recovered nothing but unmissed old resumes, invoices, half-written pages, failed recipes, and photos of myself with less worries. Alas, I have finally come to accept the events of this weekend. Please, take just a quick second and send me an email...you don't even have to say hello. Just hit send. Thank you kindly. Warmest. xoxo c.

2.17.2007

There was the sleepless flight eastward bound next a woman with enlarged elbows not shy of nudging. There was the first snow fall of the season and that snow stuff gets everywhere. There was that guy with dyslexia who gave my size 9 boots instead of size 6, of course I was the one sleepwalking and walked out with them on not realizing how giagantic they looked until I was two miles away and well into bruises and bad schaffing in the snow. There was that motley bunch of Chinese folks in the Bowery who tried to sell me something new when all I was looking for was something used. There was the fifteen minutes of conversation between them after every yes or no question I asked. There was that can of white paint. The can of green paint. And the can of grey paint. There was that moment I found my nudie calendar. I await for March and April with great anticipation. There was the woman in Chinatown who gave me a compass so I will always know what direction before I'm half way down the block. There was the Russian guy who cut my wood as a favor only because it was Valentine's Day. There was Eddie at Kinko's who gave me my second half of posters cuz I'd already spent the cash in my wallet. There was that bowl of beef potato soup that kept me warm when the flurries really started to come down. There was that night Jocelyn and I learned to wall paper. There was that afternoon I was so high I could only see the color blue from huffing spray glue. There was Ed, Murat, Max, Todd, and the ladies of Romera Schroeder. And then there were countless cups of coffee, bottles of water, tablets of airbourne, half smoked cigarettes, half a beer, and with half a glass of wine to toast.....the moment has arrived.

 
More to come as soon as I catch up with that flock of sheep.

2.14.2007

I'm no longer here but there in New York City, preparing for Friday, February 16th 2007. See Begien, NYC at Winkleman gallery. Progress is waiting to dry, shopping for plastic flowers, retrieving my lost mittens, and wiping the cupcake icing from my mouth. I'm learning what it takes to make something stick to a wall and hopefully to hearts. I've outgrown the 24 hour day. With that said, I haven't had time to update my calendar which I believe falls into the ranks of out dated, maybe even vintage as Jon Fox likes to point out. And so here is my announcement. Down and dirty. Also coming up in March I will have a piece broadcasted on KTEH's Video-i and then another, again in May. Details to follow.

Tonight I saw a snow fall and for the first time, I understood what it means to smell it in the air and feel it swirling about on the ground, sneaking up into the holes in my jeans. It bites me on the knee caps. It tickles when I walk and aches if I stand still for too long. Here's to keeping it moving.

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1.11.2007

I'm still here. And things are still moving. I just don't know how to describe them. BUt, I will think of a way. And then I will.