I live for coincidences. They briefly give to me the illusion or the hope that there’s a pattern to my life, and if there’s a pattern, then maybe I’m moving toward some kind of destiny where it’s all explained. Jonathan Ames, My Less Than Secret Life: A Diary, Fiction, Essays

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16 Responses to

  1. Barb Estinson says:

    A quote to think about. I don’t understand the photo.

  2. Jesse says:

    What is the guy working on in the photo? What type of material is it?

  3. Jesse says:

    What happened to Silverstein?

    • Sandy says:

      Well I did a Silverstein picture back in 2011, does that count. You commented on that one, LOL No Silverstein week but tomorrow I start international week.

      • Jesse says:

        What it has been since 2011 that Silverstein has made a Craigfactor appearance? Silverstein Week! Silverstein Week! Silverstein Week!

  4. Jesse says:

    Silverstein Week! Silverstein Week! Silverstein Week! πŸ™‚

    • Di Anne Lewis says:

      Aye Jesse! In the meantime, guess we’ll have to do our very own Silverstein Week. In my library I still have my 44-year old son Marty’s old beloved copy of “Where the Sidewalk Ends.”
      Gotta love this one:
      THE BATTLE:
      Would you like to hear
      Of the terrible night
      When I bravely fought the –
      No?
      All right.

      • Jesse says:

        There is a place where the sidewalk ends
        And before the street begins,
        And there the grass grows soft and white,
        And there the sun burns crimson bright,
        And there the moon-bird rest from his flight
        To cool in the peppermint wind.

        Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
        And the dark street winds and bends.
        Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
        We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
        And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
        To the place where the sidewalk ends.

        Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
        And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
        For the children, they mark, and the children, they know,
        The place where the sidewalk ends.

      • Jesse says:

        I meant this one πŸ™‚

        Columbus said the world is round?
        Don’t you believe a word of that.
        For I’ve been down to the edge of the world,
        Sat on the edge where the wild wind whirled,
        Peeked over the ledge where the blue smoke curls,
        And I can tell you, boys and girls,
        The world is FLAT!

      • Sandy says:

        And I suppose Columbus discovered America too, LOL.

  5. Di Anne Lewis says:

    Given earlier comments I got the photo to quote right off the bat – – – but then I sometimes do well on Jeopardy too!!

  6. marfamartha says:

    The artist is Jen Harris, who was in Marfa for a performance at Ballroom Marfa. http://www.groundcontroltouring.com/artists/grouper The doors are to Do Your Thing coffee shop, located in the same former lumberyard as my studio.

    • Sandy says:

      Thanks Martha for the information. I’ll check out the link you sent. I saw where you had posted a picture after this one where there was a table and chairs out front but I didn’t know it was a coffee shop, I just liked the pattern. I wondered if it was at the same place as your studio.

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