A time to say something…

March 25th, 2014 by djm1270

…It”s been a couple of days.
Tragedy has occurred, lives lost. Mother Nature and God have had a conflict…again. We can’t win these battles. Can we ever. A day after the slide we were at home, fixing our gutters, the neighbor behind us was cutter their lawn, what else do you do? Persevere, clean up, and carry on. Why would I bless the the people who’s lives have been ripped asunder by the the very force that ripped it apart? because I’m stupid, and want to bring some semblance of comfort to those who have been affected. Friday night a local woman left work in joy knowing that she would spend the night with her new grandchild only to be lost the very next night. It’s fucking terrible.

Font knuckleheads…

January 18th, 2014 by djm1270

I’ve found something to piss about.
I’ve been looking for a font editor, preferably open source, free or inexpensive. Turns out that is hard to find. The free programs generally require some sort of fucking around or coding to install on my system, and have questionable results. The pay ones are outrageously expensive for all the more they do. Let’s get real, fonts are fonts, they come, they go. None are worth more that ten bucks, and those are worth that for a very short period of time. Font licensing? Your kidding me. Fonts are the wrenches if graphic design, one breaks, you get another one. You shop for the price point that makes sense for you and you buy that one. Making fonts is not a living, its a passion. I’ll leave it at that. Design, Art, Music, the harder you try to regulate and monetize, the harder and more resilient and stubborn it becomes. Brand and design for “luxury” and “fortune 500” companies all you want, there is still the 98% those brands hope to exploit and grow fat on. Let’s leave marketing to social media, it a level plain that doesn’t care what appearance is presented. Design is Dead? All sounds so blaise.

The Drear…

December 1st, 2013 by djm1270

the Drear
…tucked conspicuously between Fall and Winter in the Pacific Northwest. The season is marked by low hanging grey, gloomy clouds, cold, damp air that chills to the bone. No dry cold here.

A worthy Re-post…

June 21st, 2013 by djm1270

Dear Aspiring Artist:

Here is my advice. Think of it as a five-year plan:

Take whatever courses you find the most interesting.

Study closely the work of the Old Masters.

Stop making art that originates only from your own imagination.

Stay with one technique until you perfect it.

On any given day, always be in the middle of reading a book. When you finish one, start the next. Fiction, nonfiction, biographies, autobiographies, history, science, psychology, or how to build a kite. Anything but go easy on the comic books.

Buy and read the first 6 pages of newspaper every day and also the editorial commentaries. Skip the entertainment section. Su Doku is fine. Do the crossword puzzle.

Fill up a sketchbook every month with pen or pencil drawings of the world around you, not from your imagination.

Buy a book on figure drawing. It’s the only art book you will ever need.

Until you can draw an accurate portrait of someone, you don’t know how to draw.

Stay away from the airbrush. You’ll never master it, hardly anyone ever has.

Visit every museum in your city. Often, until you have seen everything in it. Every kind of museum. Not only the art museums but, of course, those as well.

Forget about contemporary art by living artists, at least for the next few years.

Stay away from most art galleries. Go to art auctions. That’s where the real action is.

Learn to play chess.

Take a business course.

Talk to you mother or father at least once a week.

Stop going to the movies until you have rented and seen every film on this list.

Do not watch television unless it’s the news or documentaries.

Do not use an Ipod.

No video games, either.

Learn a foreign language.

Learn to cook.

Spend 8 hours in a hospital emergency room.

Save up money so you can travel to a foreign country within the next five years.

Do not litter.

Avoid politically correct people.

Vote in every election or never dare to utter a political opinion. You are not entitled to one.

Buy a digital camera and take photos every day.
If you see nothing interesting to photograph, you will never be a good artist. Keep only one photo of every ten you take. Delete the rest. It will force you to learn how to edit the garbage from your life, to make choices, to recognize what has real value and what is superficial.

Visit an old age home.

Listen to classical music and jazz. If you are unable to appreciate it at least as much as contemporary music, you lack the sensitivity to develop into an artist of any real depth.

Go to the ballet. Classical or Modern, it doesn’t matter. It will teach you to appreciate physical grace and the relationship between sound and movement.

Wake up every morning no later than 8 AM, regardless of what time you went to sleep.

Learn to play a musical instrument.

Learn to swim.

Keep your word.

Never explain your art. People who ask you to do so are idiots.

Never explain yourself. Better yet, never do anything that will, later, require you to explain yourself or to say you’re sorry.

Always use spell check.

Stop aspiring and start doing.

This will keep you very busy but it can’t be helped.
In my opinion, this is how you might, possibly, have a shot at becoming a good artist.

Hope this helps,

Les Barany

Alice returns…

May 29th, 2013 by djm1270

…about half way through the new album, so far very good. First listen through is always sketchy, but it stays the course with some subtle variations on the Alice theme. Grinding guitars, long melodies, but some different sounds. They have always been very successful in the record industry model, and I’m sure this will be also. Will get back to you as soon as i listen to the lyrics more, but the title songs has some good ideas in it. Something that is really becoming evident about this new incarnation of this band is the vocals. Before it was two part harmonies and Layne to add punch. If William DuVall can belt a tune out you wouldn’t know it, it’s all two part harmonies and consequently, flat sounding. I still like the music and sound overall, but the shine has been rubbed off a bit.


Waiting for the YMCA to open…

April 14th, 2013 by djm1270

swing-setI was thinking on the way back north after dropping Mom off this morning. Remembering my buddies and I going to the park and playing on the swing set. Because we were boys we didn’t ever play nice or more importantly, smart. One of us would get on the swing and the other would start to push. They would push and push, until we were going so high we were above the support bar, so high the chains would go slack. They would go slack and from that point you were no longer arcing out, centrifugal force would lose it’s grip and you would fall straight down…until the chains caught you again and whipped you backwards and up the other way. Sometimes the jerk of the chains catching you again would cause the whole thing to twist. At this point you begin to worry, ’cause your friends are not worried at all, their faces are contorted with mad little boy glee, ready to keep pushing while you are screaming like a little girl for them to stop, little boys KNOW how dangerous other little boys are. Eventually it would end, you would get off and wobble around a little from dizziness, bragging about how cool it was. This was OK. We’re kids, it does stop when you cry about it enough, you go home, mom makes dinner and you watch TV with a handful of chocolate chip cookies. Different when you grow up, crying doesn’t help, your wobbly and dizzy from multiple “pushers”, they have no mad glee, no, it’s pure evil and destructive madness.

New Music…

March 17th, 2013 by djm1270


I listen to “Alternative Music” all day at work, what it amounts to is the same five songs looped over and over. There is nothing alternative about them, the station are just shills for the dying record companies. If you listen to it enough times maybe you will buy it. Blah, Blah Blah, soapbox, soapbox, soapbox. Anyway, Kim and I were in the Mirkwood yesterday and a young guy was there, he had hitchhiked across the country from Chicago busking and selling his music. We liked that. A lot. Bought the CD for ten bucks and he was genuinely appreciative, he told us to spread it around, copy it, share it, give it away, just get it out there. So here I am, forgot the kids name, no contact info on the cd case, but here is the music, if you want it all, shoot me a comment.
The Day the Platte River Died copy


December 16th, 2012 by djm1270




Phase three…

December 5th, 2012 by djm1270




November 18th, 2012 by djm1270

So I took the cling wrap off this morning, washed off the gooey bits of plasma etc. Rinsed and put on some Lubriderm, trying hard to keep it supple and crust free. We’ll give these a week or two to completely heal before Phase 3.