Archive for September, 2009

looking into the world…

Tuesday, September 29th, 2009

Heard the new Alice in Chains and like it. Classic Seattle riff rock. Tri-tone, haunting and grungy. William Duvall is a good compliment to the band without being a rip off of Layne. Cantrell needs someone to harmonize with and Duvall fits that role good.
Also had a quick listen to the new Pearl Jam, I’ll have to get back to you on that.

I’ve taken a break from “You can’t come home again.”, it’s awesome, but requires your full attention to catch everything he’s trying to get across. Picked up “Child of God”, by Cormac McCarthy. He has a particularly seedy and vicious view of the USA. Always able to find the low, depraved spots and too a degree right. All of his characters lack the benefit/restraint of a consciousness. They all tend to be from the south east too, Tennessee, Kentucky, Missouri, there about.

For the lovers…

Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009


Monday, September 21st, 2009

I’m in the Seattle Library. I spent a while walking through it and getting an eerie sense that I was walking through a Stanley Kubrick movie. Lights faded a little, my focus just a little fuzzy at the edges. Long, stark hallways, hallmarks of Kubrick’s imagery and the cold artisitic ethic of the Scandinavian Architect who designed this building. It’s a iceberg made from steel, glass and concrete. It was odd when I found a place to sit, there were leaves discarded on the floor next to me. Four levels up and in the belly of this beast.

I’ll toot my own horn here. We have begun recycling and re-purposing on a major scale, granted we have a ways to go in reducing and reusing (for me that means adjusting my attitude to a never waste frame of mind, afterall, I’ve grown up throwing shit away and not thinking a thing about it), but we’ve made big steps. In the month or so we’ve been organizing our garbage we have significantly reduce our “throw away garbage”. One and a half cans to be exact. And I believe that will eventually reduce too. In the past a month would yield at least seven cans of garbage into some landfill. It’s hard at times to figure out where everything goes, where to take it, how to sort it, but it has been gratifying.

Here is a site to look at “Trash|Track”

Time to make a list. Organizing this surreal time.

hang’in with Joe…

Sunday, September 20th, 2009

every so often we all have to hang with a Joe.
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I’m getting older so happy times are meaning more to me. Joe and Natalie were in town for their first anniversary. Good times. We sat and chatted and got our collective asses kicked in fantasy football. Kim and I are planning a march trip to Salt Lake. time for another trip across the salt flats.

Public art in Everett…

Saturday, September 19th, 2009

This smelly old town is growing up

advertising and culture…

Thursday, September 17th, 2009

The Camaro

This is what I’m talking about…

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

When I first concieved the Barnyard, it was to chronicle the truly creepy shit that happens to us and things around us on an everyday basis, my new experiences on the farm and with the animals therein as example. this isn’t the farm, but…it fits.
FishParasiteWeaver fish off the Jersey coast have fallen prey to a horrific parasite: an isopod that devours the fish’s tongue and then replaces it with itself. Fortunately, it doesn’t eat human tongues, though it will bite.
and some Superman…

a little wisdom….

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

skull_15Part of the mythic character of Von Dutch was his nearly Zen-like aversion to success, coupled with a love of the bottle — equally legendary. Burns continues: “Despite his genius and popularity, Dutch never made any money from striping. Money was something he detested. In this quote from a 1965 article Dutch explains his thoughts on money.

“I make a point of staying right at the edge of poverty. I don’t have a pair of pants without a hole in them, and the only pair of boots I have are on my feet. I don’t mess around with unnecessary stuff, so I don’t need much money. I believe it’s meant to be that way. There’s a ’struggle’ you have to go through, and if you make a lot of money it doesn’t make the ’struggle’ go away. It just makes it more complicated. If you keep poor, the struggle is simple. ” Still, there was a focus on the work — and doing good work, a kind of balance, perhaps, to the other negative characteristics.

Books, music, fall feelings and football…

Monday, September 14th, 2009

“A stone, a leaf, an unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces. Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother’s face; from the prison of her flesh we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth. Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father’s heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone? O waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this most weary unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When? O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.”
—Thomas Wolfe “Look homeward, angel”

I love that guy.

Still reading “You can’t go home again” Still loving every word.

I got a hold of a copy of “Heavy Metal” and also the song “Heavy Metal” by Sammy Hagar. I like both.

Terrel Owens decided not to pull my fat out of the fire and now I will lose my first Fantasy Football Game to my brother, the “birdies”. shit. what a sissy team to lose to.

The light is different now. It is the Fall. I love it, I’ve said it before. It casts a yellow-orange hue to everything. Soon the farmers will harvest their crops and put the land to rest for the winter. We have a bunch of pruning and making ready for next year, it’s exciting, lots of winter work. I hope the winter isn’t as harsh as it was last year.

Friend Joe and his blushing bride are coming into town for their one year anniversary next week and they have graciously given up some time to chat and catch up with me sunday. good friend.

Another drawing session this wednesday, starting to slowly get back into it, just requires discipline to recover the lost ground.

talk soon

Quitt’in time…

Saturday, September 5th, 2009

That kitchen was a fricking disaster area. Time for beers!