serry
I'm so lame. How long has it been since I've posted anyways? Well, as an update, I'm looking for a new place to live. I thought I had a dream place this weekend, but some things came in the way, mostly Logic and Reason (roll eyes now). But it was a great test as to what I am looking for.
In other news, I'm in the middle of shooting for mAses label, Pure Fire Records. The shoot yesterday after work was fun. Great shot WILL come out or that one. More worried about today's shoot. The more crucial artists on the roster are today.
This month is kaos. Pleez 4give me for my belated reports. 10-four, over an out!
word of the day
gynotikolobomassophile
stRng
so sleepy. DsR came to visit from Chi-Town. we wrecked havok on our respective livers last night. good times. been a nice weekend-week. feel like sleeping for a week tho.
now to the future. be leaving for ATL and making a move to where i dont know. the new benzo looks great, mum came up and i took it for a spin. cant wait to actually own the thing and take a trip in it. readers beware of a 26yr old pulling up in a cream mercedes, he may want a place to crash :-)
american social propaganda
politicizing the people. oh what fun. sadly, these people now run the second tiers of society.
http://special.lib.umn.edu/swha/IMAGES/home.html
and so it rains
today is full of white noise. seattle is known for it. the rain came today. the marking of long fall months where darkness sets in easly. in the peak of it there will be no light from 3pm to 9am. six hours out of daylight for every 18 of darkness. people quiet and cue up for stimulants. bad coffee breath lingers with fresh wet air.
today i am as steely as the day. new grey slacks, very soft, black shirt and a thick one inch belt. by my side, my new steel breifcase. digital distractions incased. my hair still damp from the a.m. shower. my pupils still wide open, still unfocused. my muscles are limber from rest. voices shatter my stillness of mind on the way in to the the blue-grey tower.
if the day went my way....
i would never exit my wooden house. i would listen to two of my favorite sound. the water in it's journey down from the roof. the water from my kettle to my mug. i would make stiff bitter irish tea and allow it to awaken my viens to blood movement. i would allow my mind to seek refuge from compulsion and into query of abstract matters. i would then find my hands moveing some artful gesture in the medium of their choice. there would be a greatful smirk on my face from the aroma of a genuine day. and the content of my own doing would overwelm me.
i got an interview saturday!
my subbmission was liked. considering i thought it was ok at best compared to my first one, i was suprised. music editor? me? hmmm...
icelandic names
http://www.mannanofn.com/
a Certain Lack of Precision
(an old one, but i like it)
Wed, 26 Jun 2002
sleep walking again
by way of other time table thoughts
snapping off segments of pasts (plural)
and breaking them to kindle a warm fire
candid in my own recollection
surly by way of trite commentary
but differing minds take to being kind
and so much more is tolerated
vessel for my own being
a castle in creature comfort
humanity squared to rid of dreary solemn
and taking allowance of thistle and weed
by this mess we shall concede
ages
seems like ages since i wrote a song or developed a full peice.
tweekend was full of things. went fishing off a river and carried back four coho by the gills in the pouring rain.
washington is back to normal! weeee! no more beating sun. it's been cool all week. been wearing toni's old leather car coat. don't think he will ever get it back.
i'm neither here nor there this week. broke and have more clothes in my laundry basket than i do in the dresser. after a week of scanning photos, my living space is littered with all kinds of old artwork and twenty-four ounce empty cans of pbr. i plan on packing soon. have no idea where i am going to move too. Tm is gonna show me around whidby island this weekend. fall peaks it's head of the horizon and i must address this mess of a wardrobe. i feel disconected and a re-invention is still in order.
dilbert in íslanska
http://www.mbl.is/mm/frettir/show_framed_news?cid=dilbert
phOtOgraphica
tonight i objectivly review all my photography for scanning for the new site.
getting it up will end a chapter of one of my creative adventures. where it will
go i almost don't care much. but completion is a weakness of mine and there ya go!
submission complete
i just sent it off to the magazine......hope they like it....
ultImate wInter comFort
who says you grow out of 'em!
http://www.kozykomfy.com/
stYle
lightbrush master:
http://www.photo.net/photodb/folder?folder_id=235348
escape-ing Bummershoot
macygray was loud and annoying. bummershoot is now a whopping twenty buks! ug....
nevertheless - I went with tm-H and his faboo noo family. then afterwards over the ferry and an hour drive to his house in the stix of port townsend. a real town is something to behold. youth play hippy-art-punks on corner sides. i must have looked like quite the yup-ster in my black designer leather jacket and disel shoos, cell in hand. making all of one single block before one asked "where are you from?" I thought, yeah, it is obvious eh? "did you sandblast those jeans yourself or did you buy them that way?". hmmm.. is this a slam or a genuine question? my thoughts turned to imbittered hippies and their subsequent off-spring. i got a bad taste. but then later, as i discovered the local civic park, shooz now detached and jeans rolled up came upoun a swing. childishly back and forth i went with headphones on listening to sigur ros, a wonderful soundtrack to the events unfolding. locals started appearing for some youth led shakespere. it looked more like a rennasance fair in many ways, but to see people, many of my nationality, wavy hair and in cloaks and cloggs, made me feel that sence of ornate community. they were steeped in esthetic, something rare in america, but not wielding it with pretense as much as general identity (also rare in america). this was township and the generations of thinking people content to live in such a wonder of a place. reminded me of iceland that way. good vibes of living and progressive life in a small town are golden.