Wednesday, June 28, 2006

and we watched from inside with all the lights turned off so we could watch the lightning split the sky apart

Another sketch for the robot diagrams:




















In revising an essay, I realized that the soul/heart/body/essence was missing.

I went to sleep to get away.
(I do sleep to dream)
Woke up to incredible thunder and lightning.


A friend asked me if I believed in Heaven/Hell.
I told her, No. But I am afraid that they exist.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

I'm beginning to think that those guys who move to the Alaskan wilderness and get all their supplies (food, tp, etc) air dropped, have the right idea.

The other night, I had three nightmares and one dream. I guess it could be some kind of metaphor for writing, huh?

Maybe, it's just that some nights, a girl has three nightmares and one dream. But when that girl is a writer, she has to attach all kinds of "meaning" to it.

writers.
















A while ago, I started to write a story and, hoo-boy, was I excited about it!
But when I saw what I was writing, no good.
I put it away for a while and worked on other things.

A few months later, I picked up the story and, hoo-boy, was I excited about it!
When I saw my revisions, no good.
I put it away for a while and worked on other things.

A few months later, I picked up the story and, hoo-boy, was I excited about it!
Saw my notes, no good.
Put it away.

Tonight, I thought about the story.
And wrote a few thoughts of one of the characters, even had an a-ha moment.
Tomorrow, I am going to shut myself away in some coffee shop.
And, hoo-boy, am I excited about it!


On my 23rd birthday, I saw Vic Chesnutt play at the *original* house of blues, which then, after it closed, became a bbq joint (the food was only so-so, I hear)

Really, what girl wouldn't want to see a live performance by a quadriplegic folk singer on her birthday?

God, it was a good show.

And "is the actor happy?" is an amazing album. (this song is not on that album)

blah blah blah, m.lady, shut up

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Steal everything you touch

excerpt from a story I call "Kill Me Forever"

If the world revolved around us, would we redefine the galaxy and be two stars burning side-by-side? Or would we be one light, spitting flame until we self-destruct and float in darkness. Content, but cold, searching the universe for a world that revolves around a star and not an ego or two; relieving us of the burden of godliness and gravity.

















All of my library books are overdue and I'm late for work.
My feet hurt from all the walking last night and there's a new zit on my forehead.
My bank account cries whenever I call its name and a new batch of rejection just found its way to my door.
But this song.
This song is good good times.
I am happy that I am alive to hear it.
Oh No! Oh My!
and it's a *live* version.
lucky you.
doodootdootdootdoodoodootdootdoo

Monday, June 12, 2006

If I am lost it's only for a little while

New robot patch!

I made this for the Mousehead. I like the sketch better, she likes the patch better (or so she says).

I'm fond of this idea of mixing definition with art. I'm working on a new piece that blends the technical explanation of an event and the description of the happening, in a fictional way. So now the robots have figure numbers and little defnitions.


sketch:
















patch:




















Currently, I am very fond of the story "Three Places to Stay" by Mark Swartz in the current issue of "Fence." I suggest you check it out.

music.
Band of Horses

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Did the Devil Make the World While God Was Sleeping?

"A Sound Like Breaking"
















The ice melts and makes a sound like breaking. It is falling apart. Becoming something smaller and moving away from what it thought had been holding it together. Holding it together in one form. But in this evolution from solid to liquid, it is moving beyond a holding. It is becoming nothing. No lines drawn to define its shape.
No shape.
The ice is all water now and soon the water will be a cloud turned to rain turned to tears.


Tom Waits, I like.

Monday, June 05, 2006

every story has the same ending

New Video!







I have put links of past videos over there on the right. Enjoy.


Music?
Yes, of course.

the voices you hear are those of Jack Kerouac and Lenny Bruce