"For their materials, for the art world, for school, for the macrocosm of art school. I mean, schools to show you how to be an artist? What the hell is that?"
"The artists I like are the ones who have done their work in secret who have been secretly and quietly doing something. They have work that would be difficult to sell or even show -- they have that purity...you have to go into people's secret diaries and get them to show you things they're afraid to show."
-Joseph Mills
3.26.2003
3.05.2003
Senate Study Explains Spike in Oil Prices
do you remember my ramblings back in the corner days about the "great petroleum wars?" about how the oil companies would become the government - distinctions blurred.
you know, back in the days when we believed we predicted the future.
do you remember my ramblings back in the corner days about the "great petroleum wars?" about how the oil companies would become the government - distinctions blurred.
you know, back in the days when we believed we predicted the future.
3.04.2003
2.24.2003
"I've liked taking drugs for a good long while and it's pretty much always, apart from the few freakouts, been really valuable on the level of this kind of responsiveness to place.... Of course, you can just mess it up. I'm quite drawn to the confusion that drug use can lead to.... That in itself provides insight into a contemporary malaise."
-Geoff Dyer
-Geoff Dyer
The birds are starting to come back. And thank goodness too.
As kids in business suits talk into their hands. An audience indifferent.
Inspiration found in dreams and the middlespaces of not-quite-wakeful moments.
Spring is, well, springing fourth. Slowly, at first, but then at an unbelievable pace.
I kiss the ground I stand upon in thanks for my unbelievable luck and the goodness thrust upon me.
As kids in business suits talk into their hands. An audience indifferent.
Inspiration found in dreams and the middlespaces of not-quite-wakeful moments.
Spring is, well, springing fourth. Slowly, at first, but then at an unbelievable pace.
I kiss the ground I stand upon in thanks for my unbelievable luck and the goodness thrust upon me.
2.21.2003
2.04.2003
1.29.2003
1.02.2003
12.30.2002
12.12.2002
[Post Originally Untitled]
actually, nothing much to say, but here goes:
- belts are addictive
- puppies were a hoax
- belts are addictive
- puppies were a hoax
11.21.2002
11.14.2002
11.04.2002
What I have learned is that when Anne has something to say, it's always worth a good listen and a serious consideration. She's the most thoughtful (full of thought) person I know. Thus, she's often spot on with the important stuff. I cherish her opinion even when my own stubborn personality results in bad personal decisions or foolhardy gambles. And, she's never said "I told you so."
Where have we gone? If the senate flips and the house holds, we've got serious problems as Americans. In Maryland, democratic voters outnumber republicans 5-to-1 and Ehrlich is out-polling Townsend. And, Connie, dear Connie will probably win the 8th district...again. Where are we going? The saddest part is we, as Americans, have given up. We have numbed ourselves to the obvious and have taken the easy route to our own demise. Most of the educated world look upon us, collectively, as suicidal idiots.
I've said many times during Bush's (Bush Jr.) tenure that I wish I were dumb and didn't process all the mayhem. But, I ain't and I do. It's a mess and it may get a whole lot uglier. The beautiful thing is, experts project the lowest voter turnout in 60 years - since World War II, when the voting population was but a fraction of those eligible now.
I cringe when I think of Junior flying all over the country, poorly reading buzz phrases to cheering and adoring audiences or zealots and hand-picked campaign stooges. I cringe when I think of how my taxes are spent. I cringe when I see the little man on the TeeVee and I hold my breath and hold my nose while I listen to random words and phrases that make no sense to me or to him. I want to cry as much as I want to laugh.
It may not be in my lifetime, but the big karma pendulum is bound to swing back someday. At least, that's what gets me through the day.
Where have we gone? If the senate flips and the house holds, we've got serious problems as Americans. In Maryland, democratic voters outnumber republicans 5-to-1 and Ehrlich is out-polling Townsend. And, Connie, dear Connie will probably win the 8th district...again. Where are we going? The saddest part is we, as Americans, have given up. We have numbed ourselves to the obvious and have taken the easy route to our own demise. Most of the educated world look upon us, collectively, as suicidal idiots.
I've said many times during Bush's (Bush Jr.) tenure that I wish I were dumb and didn't process all the mayhem. But, I ain't and I do. It's a mess and it may get a whole lot uglier. The beautiful thing is, experts project the lowest voter turnout in 60 years - since World War II, when the voting population was but a fraction of those eligible now.
I cringe when I think of Junior flying all over the country, poorly reading buzz phrases to cheering and adoring audiences or zealots and hand-picked campaign stooges. I cringe when I think of how my taxes are spent. I cringe when I see the little man on the TeeVee and I hold my breath and hold my nose while I listen to random words and phrases that make no sense to me or to him. I want to cry as much as I want to laugh.
It may not be in my lifetime, but the big karma pendulum is bound to swing back someday. At least, that's what gets me through the day.
10.24.2002
For the very first time
I am not enjoying my birthday
Historically it has been
A month-long celebration
With giddy anticipation beforeward
And
Giggly memories afterhand
I do not mind the getting older aspect
I cherish that
I am blessed with good friends
And a wondrous family
I have no private complaints
But I am weary
So worn and weak
My mind sleeps in the day
Any my body fails in the eve
This birthday floats with resentment
It would be wholly selfish
To celebrate things only personally
relevant
Sharing only my joy
Taking without giving
A life spanned by anchors
Leeuwenhoek to Robinson
Naked between the ears
Deaf to the rumblings
on earth
Happy birthday to me
Will we ever learn
10.22.2002
I read it on the BBC
So it must be true
Our universe is doomed to collapse
Dark energy surviving
In place of all that ever…was
In a mere ten to twenty
Billion years
So I must say my goodbyes and I-love-yous now
Because I have many to say
They say the Nazis built an antigravity device
During World War II
Its absence from present science
Implies vast black worlds of secret aircraft
That might explain the UFOs people see
Over Area 51
Or the hidden tunnels under the White House
Full of lizard-men disguised as Freemasons
And a sniper is hunting me
For sins long ago committed
Stuff I swear was prayed away
In past lives
But as long as I keep running
No one will catch me
No one can catch me
So it must be true
Our universe is doomed to collapse
Dark energy surviving
In place of all that ever…was
In a mere ten to twenty
Billion years
So I must say my goodbyes and I-love-yous now
Because I have many to say
They say the Nazis built an antigravity device
During World War II
Its absence from present science
Implies vast black worlds of secret aircraft
That might explain the UFOs people see
Over Area 51
Or the hidden tunnels under the White House
Full of lizard-men disguised as Freemasons
And a sniper is hunting me
For sins long ago committed
Stuff I swear was prayed away
In past lives
But as long as I keep running
No one will catch me
No one can catch me
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