Legs Benedict

A small ditty drawn out in one go, assembled on the laptop, homage to the fabulous revolutionary narrative The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing, Traitor to the Nation, Book I: the Pox Party by M. T. Anderson. A strange, brain-stroker of skewed colonial philosophy milked with equal parts lyric verse and gorgeous diction. Makes one yearn for the good ol', multisyllabic days and obese, rosy-cheeked pale-skinned intellectuals composing writs with much ado.

And it's just the first half.


Highly recommended, my brethren turncoats.

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.