It's Never To Late To Find Your Salmon Card

So today I was woke by Kanka at my door... ding-dong... ding-dong. So I woke my sorry ass up... forgot about the time change... damn you Franklin... but it's alright I had painting frames to build. I was up late last night cutting and glueing balsa wood like crazy.
So today, after a mid-afternoon breakfast at my way-to-local Waffle House, I got to work with Kanka on photos for myself and him. He's workin' on a killer sticker of him as Che Guevara titled Czechuevara... it's gonna be killer red/black on white vinyl... good stuff. He shot a portait of me that I'm using on my personal invite/postcards to the show on the 15th. They look crazy. Picture a mouth stuffed full of marshmallow Peeps bunnies and your getting the idea. Those are getting mailed tomorrow.

So later today I finished building and sanding all 10" x 10" x 7/8" balsa box frames. I've added wood filler and will sand again tommorow. Need to buy paint for pinstriping tomorrow.



There are a total of 20 identical works that I need to finish in the next 13 days. The plan of attack is to complete each part of the work as a separte piece and then put the 2 parts together in the end. So the frames need to be flat coated white and have their edges pinstriped. At the same time I need to treat all 20 (16 set) bunnies in the polyacrylic and get them 'preserved'. 16@20=320 — 80/4
Then once both of those steps are complete I can coat the frames with polyacrylic and add a dab to the bottom of the bunnies and attach the 2.... should be simple in theory.... but i know the pin striping is going to be my downfall on these.

In 1953... It Took 27 hours

Buttered Lemon Into Pellets Of Frozen Rain

Ahh nuts... wait a minute... ok then. Damn... what to put on this chunky bastard today... good question. Not much has been going on really. Just a lot of crap 'at work' and crap when I come home 'to work'. the artist is always on his way to work... sure he is... sure he is. So yeah I've been working on those strange meat paintings lately. they've reached the point no that i need to pick up my enamels at the paint store and get cracking on the 'void' spaces. Then I have to pickup some circuit boards and wire (I'm fresh out) to attach to the works. Nothing fun'r than large chunks of rotting meat with wires and transistors all over it. I'm finding it harder and harder to fins these damn things too... well at least in any electronic device in my house. I'm gonna have to hit the goodwill and buy as much cheap 80's / 90's electronic junk as possible — before I can't find them any more... yeah right. So yeah paintings and more paintings.
The Fluoride works are coming along... I mean i might actually pull this off, even though i've been working on it all for well over 2 years now... damn. Well the issue is money... things ain't cheap, but it's getting there. if it's not ready by the end of this year It'll be a Feb. 2007 show. Better late than never AAARG!!
I'm wrapping up the large 'Blue Jughead Triptych'.. the painting is done, right now I'm looking into lighting this puppy up just like the last one I did (note: Need to get prof. photos of the work - contact owner: 360 Media Inc.
What else... ohh... well I'm gonna have to jump back into the website again and fix things and add the content that some of the links don't have (sorry)... that's gonna take a little bit of time.
There is a group show coming up in April here in the ATL that i'm gonna be in, but I'll wait until all the details are in. I'm not even sure what i really want to show... decisions. Then there is another local group show coming up in June that I'm in too. So, my thinking that i wouldn't do any shows this year... bunked. Maybe this time-round I just won't do new work at break-neck speed just for these shows... ha... who am I kidding of course I will.

Ohh My God, That's Biggie Bee

Weird I there is now a link to my site on Caustic Truths! magazine site under links — heavey metal — eagles of death metal — (24).

Today is just sucking... ohh well... drinks, Cuban cigars, and a new South Park tonight. I'll live for now... but monday is creepin'.

You Turned Me Into... A Thing of Hate

Pick At It Till It's Raw

To the Rhipidon Society:
Fish cannot carry guns.

All Those People Are Following Me

Ohh my christ... it's a television. Drat you cruel villian. You've trapped me.

Give me all your food or I'll kill you.

That's Sick

Some pictures from the game Thursday nite.


Sitting behind the penalty box is a close as you can get to being in it.


Several fights broke out and I spilt my gin & tonic many-a-time.


Lick the glass it's Zamboni time again.

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Migrate Across Urban Country Holding Syphilis By The Hand

Chillin @ Callahan's
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Cigarette Suspected... umm alright then. When the hell did I write this shit. I know I was out drinking last night, but did I come home and write this garbage. I was at a hockey game last night... so the sports references make sense... kinda. I must have written this. Shit I don't even know what it means... no idea what I'm talking about in that post. There's a first. I almost deleted it, but it's just too damned interesting... I'm not sure if I even wrote that. Wow...

So anyways... what the fuck is up with MySpace.com? Why is it that every time I look on there, I find more and more people that I know. No... not 'you' people. I've known you were there all along (you should all write more... I'm getting bored)... I'm talking to the other people. It's strange... so strange... makes me almost feel like I'm creeping around these peoples houses when they're away. I guess it should be considered wrong to snoop on people in this fashion, but screw it. It's the internet. At least I'm not getting you Social Security number and ripping you all off (Note to self: Get Social Security numbers and rip these people off). I'm just as open to probing as the rest of you... though I could really give a shit about my own MySpace site. Well I did pull some pictures from it today... but anyways. I'm just stunned to keep finding people there.

So it's the end of the week again... time to hit the studio and paint. Ripping good times!

Ohh yeah... whats this crap about "crowned-garland"? Now I have to do reseach to see what the hell I was even talking about.

Cigarette Suspected

Fucking sports... and beyond, fucking lazy fingers... fucking lazy reluctance. Ahhh... anyways thanks for the thrill of the game. A Thrasher as the new.... hmmm. Unfortunately the game still leaves me wanting more. Prehaps it's something I can not obtain anymore. Shame... Can't stand the sound of her voice... yet I hold to her every night. Something there intoxicates me. She rips at my health, knowingly. I ask for her again and again each night. I curse the false ideal of her. A form... so perfect and familiar to me. I build it higher each night. I sleep in longer each day. I doom myslef further dwelling on her.

One.

A warm and yeilding form... but hell, I'm the same for her at any moment. This isn't what she's yeilded. What has... she's become? I am in the question again, as it is asked giving her love. There are no questions as to our intentions. I am full, she is full, and $30 to me. I hand the money back to her.

We was willing to give. Willing to dive head first into brown water. But we still needed her to teach us how to swim again... how to eat again... how to play again... swim with her. Make her into and about addition. She should have associated the word love with her name.

"crowned-garland"

You still are.
Ready to give it all up...
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Nie. Nie.

I am so weak.... so weak.

Who Is This Animal?

So something must be written. This is the point.

Breakfast Biscuits... What the!?

Why are we constantly taking simple meals like bacon, eggs, hashbrowns w/ cheese and putting it all into a 'food form' that fits in the palm of your hand and is easily digestable in quick short blasts. What the fuck... can't we have civil sit down - relax - and chat breakfasts anymore. I miss those times. Spending more than 2 minutes together.
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Limited Time Offer

I have no trouble in keeping my boundaries clear. As a matter of fact, I'm old enough to be your mother.

I have friends from out of town that meet on special occations. How often is always? He had one at six.

If there was a complaint, we need to know. But we're still taking precautions. We had a sex relationship.

I hooked him up with my friend, K.J. This was in it... it's eleven names. I filled the complaint because he wanted to kill me.

In Need Of Writing Stimulus And Pig-Tails

Damn... damn damn damn damn. Why can't I write on this damned site anymore. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I'm still rooting about like I have nothing better to do. I really am not sure what is going on. There is laundry to do... There is 'art' to produce... There are books to read... There are new and exciting people to meet.

Sitting.



I'm still... entranced in something I won't remember the next time I write here. What am I up to? Where have I been? Why are things as such? Wow... what pointless questions. (Should I delete this?) Shit... I'm not sure of much still... I fell like I still need some vacation from myself and the mess I've made of it. Only on a personal level mind you. When it comes down to it, the only real thing one should focus on and ridicule, is the self. You're only to blame. Figure out where the doppelgänger is and murder it. It's hard to be tried for your own death... evspecialy when you're still living.
What? What was that... ? No wonder I'm not writing.... what a bunch of rubbish.

I need a writing stimulus. I need pig-tails.

Forward Thinkers Never Look Backwards... Only Sideways

An Empty Slot Found Underneath Your Breath

Well... I'm Still Waiting For My Arms To Find Me

China Is In Deep... Japan Is In Shallow

Tie It To A Tree And Teach It To Swim

Call It A Day... Call It Something

Officials Asked Acting

In Need Of Locals As Our Collaborators

It's monday morning and I'm still sitting around watching films... just as I was yesterday (sunday afternoon). It's been Lucio Fulci all day and all night long... tonight or this morning I'm ending with his 1990 film 'Demonia'. Pretty interesting so far... some really good looking film work too.
Besides watching film yesterday, I also organized all my old movie tickets finally. I've had a huge jar full of them sitting around for years...must have been a few hundred... I always planned to use them in some sort of strange biographical work one day. But I think I might go a few more years with them. The oldest ticket, I'm ashamed to say, is a film I saw with my parents on christmas day back in 1990... just before we moved from New York to Tennessee. I'm really ashamed to say what it was, seeing that I was 13 at the time and looking back, hoped I had better taste... but it was a film I saw with the parents. The film... sorry — 'Home Alone'. What a terrible thing to even post on this blog, but it's true. The only saving grace is that it was written by John Hughs — to bad he didn't direct — Chris Columbus did. To his credit though, his first film was 'Adventures in Babysitting', staring one of my favorite hollywood hotties, Elisabeth Shue. I remember falling for her in the 'Karate Kid', which I saw with my mother — Shue was 21 and I was 7. God she was hot in that film. She's always been hot. Her best role, in my opinion, was surely 'Leaving Las Vegas'. Every man needs a woman as caring as she was in that film. Mike Figgis is just a great director to boot and Cage... well it's his best performance to date. Shue was 32 and I was 18. Hmm... kinda sounds similar to my current tastes in woman.. always wasting time with those older than me. Shue looked what you've done to me.
So besides thinking about the past yesterday and doing 'Shue Math' I worked out concepts and developed a required materials list for the newest set of 'meat' based works. I think they are going to turn out really well... I just need to get back to working on them again. I have been bothered all week with a tooth ache and have been getting my dentist changed to a new one — since I was never happy with my previous. I spent most of the weekend... and some of today of course (hate this business week crap) taking care of all the coverage bureaucracy involved in making sure my employer pays the brunt of what I'm sure will be my fourth root canal and fourth crown — all back molars... go figure. Ohh well... I've always thought of getting major surgery done on my teeth as a sort of penance for living in this current state of reality. There's something about the smell of burning teeth that will wake you up to the fact that there is a reality that we still have to deal with. Ahh well.. fuck it — I need to see my doctor and my hair stylist too... might as well make March a month of self improvement — or self masochism. That's what it all is... isn't it? I mean really... think about it. Why subject yourself to it. Health... come on. Health is an excuse to abuse oneself though means and reason of self-preservation, so we can continue to abuse ourselves further. Live longer — abuse yourself longer.

To Earn You Freedom

Ohh god I need you tonight baby? Where are you? I need to hold you? Where fore art thou baby? Where fore art thou?

Gogogo... Please Don't Gogogo

The Gogogo Airheart @ The Earl with Jai Alai Savant

What an incredible show by both bands... no words... only pictures.

(pictures & video soon)

Original Or Not, He's An Example Of A Real Man

Photo: KANKA

Went to R.A. Miller's funeral this afternoon with Kanka. Before the 'show' we sipped on a beer in the funeral home parking lot (aluminum cans - thinner, but similar to the metal the old man snipped at)... an act I can only hope my faithful do for me.
We entered the parlor and went to visit the old man one more time. He sat still, holding a paint brush with both hands, eager to hear what we had to say. I was elated to convey a message to the old man once again. His body was there and he was quietly attentive, just as he was in life... but he was there. I could feel it.
The croud... well I must say, interesting. I suspect some with the devil ideals in their hearts still.
Mr. Miller... I met with you on few occations, but I know you and all the others can see these words. You are true. I admire you for that. I still remember the grin you gave me the day I sat next to you and took some of your snuff and pinched it between my cheek — a brown caked substance in an unmarked orange perscription bottle. That grin. I still trust you old man. I still believe in your conviction. I strive for it. I too will find it one day. Thank you for letting me know it's out there.
We will talk and have a pinch of snuff again soon... in 'your' house. All of us.

With Love

My God... They Haven't Woven Cloth Such As This In Centuries

Come On Inside... From The Very Beginning

Life Has Got Me Down... What Will We Get... What Was That Word

Damn... I'm finally on it tonight — err this morning... it's late now... or early.
I'm starting to see where these works are going... even though the fact that the subject matter is highly antithetical to my own views, I feel I'll be able to make some interesting contrasts with these few works I'm doing to get myself back into 'the mode'. The early term I'm going to use for this set of works is 'Dysfunctional Pop'.... but it's bound to change.
The first set of work is 10 small green works about the relations between fruit and meat (what I've been seen working on in past posts). The second are three works dealing with rabbits and the narrative structure (fur and hunting meets story). I will also attempt to go hunt down three rabbits myself... yes real rabbit hunting. The third is a single work contrasting unweaned calves or veal and weaned newborns... should be interesting. All three works have been in beginning stages for well over a year and have now just been united as one unit or thought. So basically, it's a small set of work (14 to 15 works) based on the meat industry ... something that has interested me since grade school. Upton Sinclair's "The Jungle" shall be the reading material to be completed before this weekend. This is probably the 6th time I'll be reading it.
Also each of the current 14 works is using a Golden Rectangle that is of course propotionally scaled, based on the Golden Ratio. The Golden Rectangle is a rectangle whose sides are in the proportion of the Golden Ratio. The theory of the Golden Rectangle is an aesthetic one, that the ratio is an aesthetically pleasing one and so can be found spontaneously or deliberately turning up in a great deal of art. Thus, for instance, the front of the Parthenon can be comfortably framed with a Golden Rectangle. How pleasing the Golden Rectangle is, and how often it really does turn up in art, may be largely a matter of interpretation and preference. The construction of a Golden Rectangle, however, is an interesting exercise in the geometry of the Golden Ratio.
The hope is to have the compositions be aesthetically pleasing no matter what the subject matter... some of which is real rotted meat — these are going to be fun.
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I also requested rights to photos from a website against veal... we'll see if they allow me useage and hi-res files.

To Keep Yourself At Number One — This Is A Bullet

So Tell Me People Am I Going

I don't believe in impressionism... I sure as hell don't believe in abstract expressionism... They are both shit to me.
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So why the fuck is all the work I'm starting have no basis? What happened to the concepts? Why am I now creating based on raw emotional output?
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'Fucking A' why do I ever get ever involved, this shit always fucking ensues...
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Pull my god-damned hair out... better still... yes... yes... this makes sense now.
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Fuck it; Destroy it — Bring new life to it. Paint it all white. Take that which is not emotionally produced - i.e. Packaging; the functional; mass consumerism — trace-repeat-displace... trace-repeat-displace... trace-repeat-displace... break the will... break the common... while embracing the common will.. embrace and reproduce without logical input — let the unconscience prevail... form over function... function over form by functional subconscious formation.



Change the form through random acts. Add decay... rotten flesh and rotten fruit. Add the elements normally cast off... push them to a position of urgency... center them (well off center them). Find a vessel... germinate and attach. Diseased logic turned round.

Back Into The Studio

Time heals what reason can not. So does alcohol. So does a good book. So do good friends with strong words.
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It's all behind. Time to get back to what I'm about. Time to work again... enough of the internalizing.

Mick Jagger's Learing Face

So books... been reading lots of books this year. A few even re-reading. Wanted to post last 2 months finished books as well as upcoming.

JANUARY
Wiseguy — Nicholas Pileggi
Burn, Baby, Burn! The Watts Riot — Jerry Cohen & William S. Murphy
The Golden Ratio — Mario Livio
Man and His Symbols — Carl Gustav Jung

FEBRUARY
Duchamp : A Biography — Calvin Tomkins
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? — Philip K. Dick
Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said — Philip K. Dick
A Scanner Darkly — Philip K. Dick

MARCH
Alfred Hitchcock : A Life in Darkness and Light — Patrick McGilligan
VALIS — Philip K. Dick
The Divine Invasion — Philip K. Dick
The Transmigration of Timothy Archer — Philip K. Dick

APRIL
Cary Grant : A Biography — Marc Elio
The Man in the High Castle — Philip K. Dick
Ubik — Philip K. Dick
The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch — Philip K. Dick

Thats about it for now... can't get too ahead of myself.

15 Pounds — 2 Months

I can't fit into my cloths anymore. I'm to damn skinny. They fall off my body. Is this a bad thing? I don't know...

The average weight for men aged 20-74 years rose dramatically from 166.3 pounds in 1960 to 191 pounds in 2002. Though the average weight for men aged 20-39 years increased by nearly 20 pounds over the last four decades, the increase was greater among older men:

- Men between the ages of 40 and 49 were nearly 27 pounds heavier on average in 2002 compared to 1960.

- Men between the ages of 50 and 59 were nearly 28 pounds heavier on average in 2002 compared to 1960.

- Men between the ages of 60 and 74 were almost 33 pounds heavier on average in 2002 compared to 1960.

So what do I account this all to? Is it a change in habits.. absolutly. Starting January 1st - I quit drinking soda pop - I quit eating fast food. It's interseting the side-effects of sugar (or more appropriatly frutose) has on the human body.

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A University of Cincinnati (UC) study provides new evidence that drinking large amounts of beverages containing fructose adds body fat, and might explain why sweetening with fructose could be even worse than using other sweeteners.

Researchers allowed mice to freely consume either water, fructose sweetened water or soft drinks. They found increased body fat in the mice that drank the fructose-sweetened water and soft drinks--despite that fact that these animals decreased the amount of calories they consumed from solid food. All the mice began the study at an average weight of 39 grams. Those consuming the fructose-sweetened water showed significant weight gain over the course of the study, with an average final weight of 48 grams--compared with averages below 44 grams for the other groups--and had about 90 percent more body fat than the mice that consumed water only.

Total caloric intake was lower in the mice that consumed the fructose-sweetened water than in the other groups, except for the control animals provided with water only. "We were surprised to see that mice actually ate less when exposed to fructose-sweetened beverages, and therefore didn't consume more overall calories," said Dr. Tschöp. "Nevertheless, they gained significantly more body fat within a few weeks."

Based on that study and their new data, the researchers now also believe that another factor contributing to the increased fat storage is that the liver metabolizes fructose differently than it does other carbohydrates. "Similar to dietary fat, fructose doesn't appear to fully trigger the hormonal systems involved in the long-term control of food intake and energy metabolism,"
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Water... hmmm. But whats so new about this... everyone knows water is good for you. After drinking approximately 17 ounces of water (slightly more than 2 glasses), the metabolic rate increases by 30% for both men and women. The increase occurres within 10 minutes of water consumption and reached a maximum after about 30 to 40 minutes.

But why do the fast food chains always or better yet the soft drink manufactures always hide the water button on their dispensing machines. Ohh yeah... I forgot... they are just like the cigarette companies. They want to kill everyone of us.... but slowly... so we can still consume and breed. Gotta love that Capitalism.

Picture Book Of Sexual Love

Any given man sees only a tiny portion of the total truth, and very often, in fact almost perpetually, he deliberately decieves himself that little precious fragment as well. A portion of him turns against him and acts like another person, defeating him from inside. A man inside a man. Which is no man at all.
— PKD

Papa.. Papa... Help Me... She's Taking Me Away

The People In The Town Have Gone Crazy

All Things Are Wrapped In Appearances

Little of what Heraclitus wrote has survived, and what we do have is obscure, but Fragment 54 is lucid and important: "Latent structure is master of obvious structure." This means that Heraclitus believed that a veil lay over the true landscape. He also may have suspected that time was somehow not what it seemed, because in Fragment 52 he said: "Time is a child at play, playing draughts; a child's is the kingdom." This is indeed cryptic. But he also said, in Fragment 18: "If one does not expect it, one will not find out the unexpected; it is not to be tracked down and no path leads us to it.
— PKD

My Boss Is Plotting Against Me

What could a man living in 1750 have learned about himself by observing the behavior of a donkey steam engine? Could he have watched it huffing and puffing and then extrapolated from its labor an insight into why he himself continutally fell in love with one certain type of pretty young girl? This would not have been primitive thinking on his part; it would have been pathological. But now we find ourselves immersed in a world of our own making so intricate, so mysterious, that as Stanislaw Lem, the eminent Polish science fiction writer, theorizes, the time may come when, for example, a man may have to be restrained from attempting to rape a sewing machine.
— PKD

Flow My Tears

The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words. George Orwell made this clear in his novel 1984. But another way to control the minds of people is to control their perceptions. If you can get them to see the world as you do, they will think as you do. Comprehension follows perception. How do you get them to see the reality you see? After all, it is only one reality out of many. Images are a basic constituent: pictures. This is why the power of TV to influence young minds is so staggeringly vast. Words and pictures are synchronized. The possibility of total control of the viewer exists, especially the young viewer. TV viewing is a kind of sleep-learning. An EEG of a person watching TV shows that after about half an hour the brain decides that nothing is happening, and it goes into a hypnoidal twilight state, emitting alpha waves. This is because there is such little eye motion. In addition, much of the information is graphic and therefore passes into the right hemisphere of the brain, rather than being processed by the left, where the conscious personality is located. Recent experiments indicate that much of what we see on the TV screen is received on a subliminal basis. We only imagine that we consciously see what is there. The bulk of the messages elude our attention; literally, after a few hours of TV watching, we do not know what we have seen. Our memories are spurious, like our memories of dreams; the blank are filled in retrospectively. And falsified. We have participated unknowingly in the creation of a spurious reality, and then we have obligingly fed it to ourselves. We have colluded in our own doom.
— PKD

Do You Star In Death As You Do In Life?

Stand Back... Stand Back.. Let's Get Out Of Here

What's Going On... What Is It

The Lord Is My Shepard

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha...

A Fractured Appetite Has Led To A Malnourished Positioning Of My Assets Management And Execution

It's time to get things in order and get back to the business of production. Here is the plan for this year broken into 4 quarters — in simple terms.

2006 Execution Plan

1st Quarter
Retroconsumerism: Flouride Show
- 2 monochrome oil paintings (execution)
- 'Artifacts' vitrines (general construction)
- 'Flourides' (framing/glass etching)
- 5 large drawings (execution)

2nd Quarter
Retroconsumerism: Flouride Show
- large mirror (acquisition and execution)
- show (coordination)
- show invite (acquisition of materials & vendor)
- show give-away (acquisition of materials & vendor)
Happenings
'one.hundred.twenty' — Atlanta, GA
'Hot Young and Eager On 25¢ A Day' — Las Vegas, NV

3rd Quarter
Retroconsumerism: Donuts Show
- develop business relationship with local vendor
- 50 panel works (execution)
- 12 drawings (execution)
- show (coordination)
- show invite (acquisition of materials & vendor)
- show give-away (acquisition of materials & vendor)
100 Small Works
- 'Celebrity Contra' (autograph acquisition)
- 'I Have One' (motion sensor/audio constuction)
- 'I Have One' (silk screened text panels)
- 'Hot, Young & Eager' (execution)

4th Quarter
100 Small Works
- 'NYC Barstool Baptisms' (framing)
- 'NYC Barstool Baptisms' (true blessing & baptism of work)
- 'Sand Dollars' (pump mechanism construction)
- 'Sand Dollars' (acquisition of materials - sand & unrefined crude oil from Iraq)
- 'Sand Dollars' (execution)

God I Want A New Invective

I Need A Rhythm

Happy Birthday To Me...

Don't Move

You've Got To Face The Truth

Blah Blah Blah... Sunday. What the hell is happening today.... not a damn thing... not a damn thing. I guess I'm going to do some painting or something. I don't know.

Let The Poets Jackoff In Circles In The Woods — BH

You Know… You Had The Artist Who Wanted To Eat Your Butthole For Dinner — BH

Ahh good ol' Bill Hicks... poor bastard... I wish he had never left us. Lines like this just crack me up!! I've been listening to him again all week... he's the only reason I made it through this past week.

Test At Sears Or Even Freemen As In Restaurant

Was At Bean When That Happened Egypt

34% Increase In Vision

Sick Sick Sick

Jenny Craig Is Actually Fat

I just don't know what to write today.... seems to be the same situation I've been dealing with since the start of this year. Things just don't feel right... and ohh yeah... I'm still sick. Definitly staying home tomorrow... sleep and more sleep.

I'm Crazy About Plastic

Ahhh damn... I'm really sick today... again!! I guess I'm going to have to sit around, sleep and in my waking states watch the boob-tube. Blllaghhh and hack!!

Chaos In Your Frontyard

The New Studio... sans 1 work table.

There it is... it came about faster than I thought... now I just need IKEA to get another damn table top for me to finish building the second work platform.
It's a really large space... large than the photo would reveal. Kanka says the problem with the space is that the work that I'll produce in it will just get bigger and bigger... where will you put it all? He's probably correct... but again thats the point of having a space to work in.

100% Organic

Divided Like A Saint's presents
SUPER! Bright Lightbulb



This has to be one of my favorite theatre productions I've seen in my years here in the ATL and outside... and yes 'I have' gotten out to many shows in my limited time.
So what did I think of it from an artistic perspective.... It was visually stunning. The entire production was grounded in the performers and their use of the stage. There were no eloboate sets, no elaborate lighting... just pure wonderful simplicity, something I really appreciate when it's done correctly and in this production it definitly was.
The show — I felt, a perfect mix of minimalism and narrative exploration. A cross between a Merce Cunningham production and an intimate White Stripes concert.
I became a fan of Merce when I began my studies into Robert Rausenberg some years ago. The striking simplicity of the production and the brilliant costumes reminded me of things Merce had done. The entire production was a real suprise to me and a real treat. It really turned my day around.

Behind The Scenes

All Jazzed Up

Goof Off... Interested

It's Down To Planning... Tactics

He Lives With His Mother

This Size Requires Engine R.P.M.

Selmanaries @ StarBar

A New Take On Food

It's Time To Enjoy

Well this is unplaned. I have the day off. Why? Well I took it. Why did I take it? Well, because I have a major water leak in my kitchen pantry that has totally screwed my wood floors and turned the drywall to mush. Yup... ohh well. So I'm gonna be sitting around today first waiting for the plumber, then the builders, then... well who knows who else. People lots of people that I need to let in and need to let out.

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So I'm sitting here watching the Today Show (strange thing) and the story "Can Heartbreak Kill You?" - yes!!! 20% of all heartattacks are caused by stess related causes. So you can die of a broken heart. It's a real medical thing called Broken Heart Syndrome. Damn!! Negative emotions do impact the heart health. So strange enough... happy thoughts will keep it health.
This story is spooky... I'm stressed a lot and not that happy... well at times. Hmmmm... Guess I need to just think really positivly about things.

He Never Listens

Hung out with Steph this evening and watched Project Runway. Actually we watched a lot of it... 3 episodes. Good stuff as always... can't wait for next weeks elimination.

I shoot more tabletop photography again tonight. It seems like I'm never gonna finish shooting all my work. Ouch!! 10 years worth of materials is a huge task... but I'm making some head-way. So far I've shot about 300 works... more and more to go.

Guilt Is An Insidious And Eternal Psychic Toxin

Albert Oehlen Speaks About Martin Kippenberger
"He's an extremely good businessman but his business is making art. He doesn't make it as business, business for him is to make as much as possible. And money as much as possible too, but it doesn't have the logic of making money it has the logic of making art. This logic is making more is better than making less.
He doesn't think that life is art and everything he puts out is good. He really works on it but he works so extremely much that it looks like everything is art. His selection process is 100 times greater than other people's. He can do it because that's what he's doing all day long, he's collecting all day long."

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If I Not Meant Nor Drink Nor Slumber

Bit of a slow weekend... lot's of rain. Most of it was spent photographing my work on a seamless white backdrop again. Not that interesting I know, but something that has been long overdue. Everything is getting shot large format and after I clean them up in Photoshop, I'll be achieving them away and adding more portions to the website. The main bulk of what was shot this past weekend was my experimental books that were created in 1997 & 1998. I'm considering adding a video portion for these pieces on the website. It's very time-consumming to put an image of every page from them onto the site. I think a video of the books being handled will work just as well.
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Tonight I will begin upgrading my website to FLASH 8. This will allow me to add video portions to the site much easier than before — something I didn't even want to attempt in FLASH 7. It will also take care of the font issues I've been having, as far as legibility goes. I will probably update the site this weekend. It will then run only on Flash Player 8.
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I'm also going to try and get the Graphic Design section added to the site... I've had some potential clients asking to see that type of work. unfortunately for me... it's just another lengthy section to start working on.

The Equal To A Glass Of Milk Left Out In The Rain

Shooting photographs this afternoon yet again (this will never end) —
experimental books

It Is Better To Starve Than Play Trumpet On High

Updated website today. VERSION 1.0.1
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Shooting photographs again this afternoon —
small paintings & non 2D correspondences
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Hung out at El Myr this evening... strange... not to much talking... I chalk-it-up to the weather, grey and drizzlin'. Everyone seemed really out of it. Actually changed my eating habits there as well... still eating steak sans the burrito... have gone the quesadilla route instead for now. Delicious!!

Memory Is Like An Orgasm... It's A Lot Better If You Don't Have to Fake It

Shooting photographs this evening —
non 2D correspondences

The Papuan Vailala Madness of 1919

"Press on: Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing in the world is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent." — Calvin Coolidge

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Cargo Cult
Cargo cults are usually revivalist, and in some cases messianic and millenarian, movements found among certain peoples indigenous to Oceania. The word cargo refers to foreign goods possessed by Europeans; cult adherents believe that such goods belong to themselves and that, with the help of ancestral spirits, the goods can be returned to them through magico-religious means. Some cult prophets promise that the arrival of cargo will herald a period of prosperity and well-being.

The Library Company of Philadelphia

I too grew up a dilettante tinkerer, an artist-in-the-basement.

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"I've never felt that I had to put out work that I actually liked, just because it's out there doesn't mean that I have to stand behind it. A lot of it's experimental, spontaneous. It's about knocking about in the studio and bumping into things." — Richard Prince

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"Force Shits Upon Reason's Back"

this will spearhead my internal revolution
we learn not to make our moves too hastily
you can't be one or the other
part of the game

... this is marked as part of the Franklin

extend beyond christ's church
care not a fig
doing good among men
civic duty supports personal gain

... this is Franklins cread

the standards of conflict and interest
pretty natural
improving the postal service
faster faster

... an archetype of the american capitalist Franklin

the faster the news
household name
electricity
american prometheus

- Thomas Arthur Schaefer

Looming With Suppressed Power Over Casually Crossed Legs

"After 40 or 50 years a picture dies, because its freshness disappears. I think a picture dies after a few years like the man who painted it. Afterwards it’s called the history of art." — Marcel Duchamp

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Spent last evening trying to shoot my work on a white seamless. But to my suprise the camera I was using just can't get the details in focus... Kanka thinks it's the lens that I'm using. This evening I'm gonna try shooting again with a different camera from Kanka and a much better lens. There are a few hundred works that need to be photographed in large format/high resolution. So this process will probably take me most of the week once I get the photos finally going.

In other news type things: The web site is coming along very well and I should have the first major release up within the next week or so. I'm just weeding out some bugs and fixing the preloading. I want to get it up soon because the version that I have up right now is just a clunky-place-holder.... but I had to get something up by the 1st... that was my goal.

Galvanic Cautery Lacrimal Conjunctivitis

Happy Friday the 13th

Bilateral Tibial Tendon Transfer

Medulloblastoma

Lip Augmentation

Curative Surgery

Look Here Brother... Who You Jive'n With That Cosmic Debris

Her Sister Made A Joke About Her Mental Health...

Small Monochrome Permissions

As is the usual so far this year, I worked on the next version of the site last night. Getting close to a new release... the proper release. Got some good advice and edited some content... much better now. More work tonight.

Fueled With Candy And Bubble Gum

MAILING TRANSFERRAL
January 5, 2006
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BARKER - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
BEDARD - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
BONANNO - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
BURNS - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
BUTTREY - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
CHAVARRIA - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
CORDERO - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
GIBB - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
KANKA - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
KUTZBACH - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
LINTON - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
LUDWIG - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
MANGLE - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
MEDLEY - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
MEISTER - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
MOODY - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
NEWMAN - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
NEWTON & GEIER - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
NOBLE - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
PEARSON - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
SCHAEFER - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
SCHAEFER - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
SEARCY - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
SEILER - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
STATTS - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
STOUT - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
SYLVESTER - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
VICTORE - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
VINSON - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
WEISS - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)
YORK - Fifty Fivers (postcard/pin)

When You're Ready To Buy... You're Out

JEN OUT OF CONTROL

White Riot... Take One

I WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESSED IT.... PREGNANT HUH!? WOW!!



Yep my year long subscription to the Nationial Enquirer has arrived. Thats 52 issues... wow juicy gossip every week... I can't take it. Did you know that "I was a food addict — now I'm 155lbs lighter!' ... yeah thats a good one. What do you need to know this week, well here we go!

CHERRYLIPPED.COM GOSSIP EXCLUSIVES

Britney Storms Out On Kevin
Desperate Jessica to Be A Housewife!
Vince Reunites Jen And Her Mom
Tom And Katie Hit The Big Apple

and... The Enquirer caught Brad getting a public tongue-lashing from Angelina outside an L.A. grocery store. Now that's a really hot piece of the know isn't it.

With Easy Pouring Opening

Spending this entire evening working on the web site and I plan on staying up as long as I'll hold out. I'm nearing completion on the 'Correspondence' section. This is the biggest so far, with over 10 sections and about 500 pieces to deal with... but it's fronts, backs and sometimes the insides of pieces too, so there are over 1,000 individual images in this section alone. It's been a very time consuming process building this section out. Once it is complete other sections should begin to open throughout the rest of the month. I plan to launch the newest version of the site on January 9th.

8 Ball Prediction: Not So Good

Launched the real website last night with no problems... other than last minute details and such. 'Suppositions' has taken on a new look. I'll be changing the HTML of the blog layout this month... it's gonna look a lot nicer.

I was up pretty late last night. Out at a party with Steph... crazy zanny kids. Had a good time, but some relaxation is in order. So just taking it easy today... gonna watch some films and have a drink. It is the New Year after all. I'm gonna do some online testing of the site and then do some more work on it later this evening. Adding a finished large section very soon.