Archive for August, 2009

Drawing again…

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

Working back into form. I lost a lot of ground neglecting it the way I have. My proportions are totally off. Fun to do it.

Mid- life crisis…

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

I wAs driving down I-5 the other day and happened to look over and see something. Driving by me in a dingy white mid nineties Chrysler Le Baron convertable, was an older guy, late thirties, early forties, dyed white hair with purple tips, ragity old tshirt, stubly chin, yakking on a cell phone. That, I thought, was a guy who got it, he was through being a contributor. One day he woke up and said; “Fuck it, I’m dropping out. I’m taking my last pile of phantom money and my last scraps of dignity and buying an old shitty car, I’m gonna dye my hair; rummage through the dumpster at Goodwill, stop shaving and listen to all the fucking rock n’ roll I can stomach. And if nobody likes it, fuck em’! Fuck you, you fucking fucks. A Mid-life crisis of a different sort. No two seater sports car; no twenty something bleach blonde with fake tits. He smelled too bad for that. I like this guy. Kim called it “Mid life awareness”. I love her.

Summer love…

Monday, August 24th, 2009

Saw a streaker today downtown. Not this guy. Nice to see someone isn’t afraid to let thier freak flag flag fly.

People watching…

Monday, August 24th, 2009

that is what Facebook is really good for. Want to know what someone is doing but don’t really want to talk to them? It’s your answer. It’s social heroin, the latest blip on the people’s radar screen. In time like these things are, it will drop off as we find some other way of getting our gossip fix. It’s hard to maintain these things, blogs, facebook, twitter. I know, I’ve ignored the barnyard for extended periods of time.

Plan B is in full swing. The farm is moving along, and we are working towards being less dependent on the supermarket. I’m not interested in hiding away from the world, but at the very least I want to eat, and make it myself. We brewed beer this weekend, an IPA. Kim is getting into it and really working the recipe end of it. I got the door headboard hung on a cleat system in the bedroom. It worked really well, I’m very pleased.

Time is flying. Blurring almost. Fall is on the way.

I’m a signmaker…

Sunday, August 23rd, 2009

DSC_0118The banners along the top of this building are 40 feet long and 12 foot high. They were installed by a company that specializes in repelling off the side of tall building and installing signs. DSC_0110These two are 97 feet long! Very cool to set up a project like this. There were a total of 8 banners, all huge.

My Idea …

Sunday, August 23rd, 2009

Short Bus Window Liquor
I just need to start a moonshine still

Movie review…

Friday, August 21st, 2009

The Darjeeling Unlimited

200px-Darjeeling_Limited_PosterTonite we watched this movie and it was really good. Three brothers dealing with their fathers death and their mother flaking out and fleeing to India. This was a Wes Anderson movie, he also did The royal Tanembaums, and The life Aquatic and Rushmore.
good song

Oh and here is a creepy eastern european sculpture with an Oedipal complex.

My Barnyard…

Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

…is finally starting to resemble a barnyard. I like it. And there are plenty of Gothic things that go on in a farm. Creepy stuff that you don’t think of while your eating your steak and eggs. it will be fun to keep track of that.

Interpret this…

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009

I had a dream this morning. In it I was reading the warning label on the bottom of a seat in a car, a toyota. On it gave amounts of liquid that can be spilled on it (I don’t know why). The liquid was laided out in a columned spreadsheet sort of thing. The first thing on the list said “1 oz.” then in the column next to it is stated the liquid. Which was in this case “Forced Cumshot” Too wierd. I laughed. In fact it woke me up. And the first thought was that, “Those japanese think of everything.” So I tried looking it up on a dream interpretation site, a got nada. Lots of stuff on sex, but I wasn’t having any. I also looked up warnings, sexual warnings, cumshot, force. Didn’t shed any light for me. It was more like a joke.

jeez. I’m cracking up.

In the air…

Sunday, August 16th, 2009

It’s here, I have a nose for it. Fall. My favorite time of year, the harvest, everything is battoning down for the winter and spring rebirth. It is funny to thing how a good Fall death helps everything grow bigger and stronger in the spring. The air is chillier, the light shines differently. A soundtrack of heavy metal is required. Fall is the time when the Pacific Northwest is most beautiful. We are mapping out the pruning and composting, Fall is good for feeding the yard waste back to the soil.
Meet our new porkers. Juicy and Plump. I am currently learning about porcine production. In three months we will have two, two hundred fifty pound pigs ready for shipping. My brother in law will help with the dispatching and processing of the meat. One of the creepy barnyard things that must be done to create a balance. The pigs “Fall” to provide us with sustainability to draw back from the “grid.”