Shut Up! Shut Up!: A Retrospective

Yesterday I went with Bing Bing and So Jenn to the art museum in Philly. It hurt an awful lot, mostly in the soft tissue that pads my cerebral cortex. Brain hemorrages from laughter, this is unexplored territory. My favorite bits were the suits of armor and that statue of the baby squeezing a chicken.

The Ketchup Game

Went to Jenn's BFA show at UD. Riveting. Spellbinding. Crazy. And ridiculously great. Kudos.

Unfortunately, Jenn's stuff ain't up online, so my comical journal (above) will haveta do.


Also caught the tail-end of Marianne's kickin' combination lock of printwork, drawings, and (handbound!) artist books. Her website's blooming as I type, so be sure to check her stuff at http://mariannedages.com.



As for me, I've been fooling along without documentation far too often. Am posting more frequent-ish. Beware.

Our One Year Scanniversary

Today's the one-year anniversary of my exit from Canada and return to United Soils. Nothing like an extremely jarring moment to wake the slumbering lumberman. Penniless, screwed up, and completely unemployable, save for your average, less than preferable local grocery store meat department's demand for unskilled lackeyism.

Now I've at least a penny or two, seem screwed down, and am not entirely beyond hire: why, in fact, just this past Tuesday, I embarked on a lifelong pursuit by substituting for my high school art teacher. More on that to come, I bet.

Odds are ten to one, if not more or less.

Probably slightly less, as I've a demanding marriage to all things library.

Half Twain, Two-Thirds Brain Sprain

Been hookt on Parry Hotter like a young, uppity teen snotrocket solicitor. We have access to all the audiobooks (which were remarkably well done), and the movies (which I deem less than medium-rare, having digested them to the best of my capacity and believe me, I certainly didn't glean much from either; I can hardly remember remember the covers, let alone the taste of their collective insides), but I'm sticking with the hard copy version. Incidentally, I've just realized that I am, despite all my short-sighted huff-puff, once again a reader. I read.


'Nudder milestone.



Stepping stone.



Tombstone.




Changing the subject, a Hearty Congrats to the not-so-young Bing Crosby at the UD Undergrad Exhibit, and happy farming to Margaret in her exuberant organic glory.




Oh, and I've figured out how to work the junky scanner on the junky computer! Unedited, low-quality images to come, come tomorrow!

oh, hi go go go

been experimenting with ambient-induced creative modes. currently listening to the freakiest lone astronaut dead floating rock inspecting mission ambient station. it's dubbed 'drone zone' from SomaFM. occasional 'voice transmissions' are received. 'groove salad' can't fully fulfill the luscious promise of its name.

truly great podcast listening over at the Long Now Foundation, especially the will wright and brian eno talk about generative art. Ah, spore.




my sis came from japan for a three days-- 12 hour flight times two to attend a wedding-- and i completely forgot. i meant to send her this drawing, but i never did... i'll whip up something new for her soon.