Author Archives: George C. Hartman

About George C. Hartman

Redesiging design, coloring outside the lines, rolling down hills, figuring out strange people, dreaming in black and white, photographing in black and white, juggling, body surfing, fantasy football, painting, design, digital art and photo manipulation, green oceans, blue oceans, museums, discovering small towns, biking, beach, relationships that tear my heart out, bad poetry, movie making and BLOGGING

photo from my dumb phone

Posted on October 25, 2012 by George C. Hartman

I am very old school with bills. I still put a check in an envelope, lick it and stick it in a mailbox. Not only old school but stupid. I have been slowly converting to on-line bill paying and most … Continue reading →

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What Goes Without Saying

Posted on October 22, 2012 by George C. Hartman

The ART of Appreciation or The Appreciation of ART I enjoy this ____ because ____ I respect this ____ because ____ I admire this ____ because ____ I appreciate this ____ because ____ I think this _____ is worthwhile because … Continue reading →

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the Interview

Posted on September 18, 2012 by George C. Hartman

do you like our fake trees? why are you two feet taller than me? do you have a degree? why did you leave this job? have you ever painted a sunset? why are you staring at me like that? do … Continue reading →

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Taking out the Garbage

Posted on September 12, 2012 by George C. Hartman

All the Hartman garbage went to the Carteret dumps. I think our neighbors were even amazed by that. With ten kids and tons of friends, two parents and some pets we had A LOT of garbage. This was many years … Continue reading →

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Heart of Darkness II

Posted on September 11, 2012 by George C. Hartman

Fevor In twenty-four hours I had been sick and sicker then I have ever been in a long time. The aches, pains and sweating were the easy part compared to the feverish nightmares. It all began with a powerful sneeze … Continue reading →

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Heart of Darkness

Posted on August 19, 2012 by George C. Hartman
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That Orange Hue of Summer

Posted on June 27, 2012 by George C. Hartman

AM radio. Yes, it still exists. In all this new technology and stuff..the crackle and pop of an all talk AM radio at night is much more therapeutic then meeting 100 phony “friends” on FaceBook. As a matter of fact … Continue reading →

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Nevada 1975

Posted on May 22, 2012 by George C. Hartman

talking to a mountain her breath the wind her hair the pines laying down across her back and shoulders “where lost souls roam upon you sleepless nights and campfires do you ever grow tired of us?” (with the sun peeking … Continue reading →

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Diary of a Sex Addict (a play)

Posted on May 22, 2012 by George C. Hartman

The Final Scene A classic red velvet curtain opens to an empty wooden stage. Butch walks out from behind the back curtain, struggling a bit with finding an opening and then almost tripping. He walks to center stage and stops … Continue reading →

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For every ailment under the sun…

Posted on April 13, 2012 by George C. Hartman

For every aliment under the sun…there is a remedy, or there is none, If there be one, try to find it; If there be none, never mind it. -Mother Goose

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