art is my life. It is my essence. It's what i feel good at. Really really good at. I feel like my art has potential that i cannot even yet conceive of. And i can't wait to put it out there and keep making it better and better and making a life-long pursuit of it. I am practically beside myself with excitement thinking of myself as a sixty-year-old ( Read more... )

well, in the Deep-Sigh-Of-Relief-Accompanied-By-An-Erection category,  the missus returned from japan last wednesday.  i have hardly been apart from her since and i am so fucking happy.  wow.  i am...really happy.  among other things, she brought with her a record by the japanese duo afrirampo.  you should listen to them.  we will all likely be ( Read more... )

"COUM hope to enable all kinds of people to discover their abilities to express ideas through different media. COUM believe that you don't NEED special training to produce and/or enjoy, worthwhile, significant and unique works. COUM demonstrate that there are NO boundaries in any form. It has NOT all been done before, and that which has can still ( Read more... )

i just had the great idea of downing a couple of glasses of red wine and then, nearing midnight, attempting a marathon reading of my eight-hundred page book of european history.  yeah, sorry pal.  not gonna fly.  the wine went down fine, but afterwards, the reading was another story.  in 1950...agriculture shortage peasant...suuuubsidized farming ( Read more... )

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i really need to go for a walk.  i want red wine tonight, maybe in lieu of dinner.  soy butter is better than real butter.  i feel polluted by the news; the new "we look super-ultra-hightech, look" graphic thing that cnn, headline, fox, cnbc all seem to employ to such a nauseating degree.  all i want to hear is the news but every single time they ( Read more... )

well, if there exists a pair of words whose overuse and misenterpretation thru time have lead them to be severely leached of value, they are postmodern and existential.  the mind can't help but recoil as these words bubble up.  they ring like sirens, warning that whatever material follows after or exists in close proximity to said words  will be ( Read more... )

my god!

this is fant-ass-stick.

i only just realized that two nights ago i must have dreamt that i destroyed my most prized painting by painting over it drunkenly.  i was so distraught to look at how i had completely ruined the very work that is so far the apex of my artistic achievments.  i remember looking at what i had done and feeling disgust ( Read more... )

is it just me or does this guy share a peculiar resemblance with james earle jones?
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fu-hu-hu-kuuuuk....

i am reading some depressing-ass books.  jesus, joan didion...thanks for the fuckin' pick-me-up...

i am so afraid of jaded, cynical, rich multiple-abortion-having drugged out unhappy hollywood wives who take pills to wake up after taking pills to go to sleep and retreat from the wold behind a facade of wealth, drugs and various ( Read more... )

"Fiction is a branch of neurology: the scenarios of nerve and blood vessel are the written mythologies of memory and desire."

~ j.g. ballard