Friday, December 19, 2008

Interview with Minions

Another interview sequence, this one from the show at The Bishop's Room in Grass Valley, CA

Master of the Cold Call

This is the last call you get. The negotiations are over.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Evan Lurie's The Mockingbird Project Clip Two

Berkshire Museum, October 16, 2008

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

On The Road To Oracle - the Death As A Salesman Tour

On the road scenes from the Teahouse of Danger's first Southwest Tour.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

to work is to pray? is that what they mean?

I like the idea.

Monday, September 15, 2008

So Cool.

Adam Kimmel presents: Claremont HD from adam kimmel on Vimeo.

skip the first couple of minutes.

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

The lil messenger on my window sill. Has much to say about things. About clowns, about how deep and profound they are, but since they're clowns, they're not noticed in that connection.

The tear, the little horn, the combination (in this particular version) of happiness and sadness. In others (see below) is the combination of scary with some other elements. Clowns are related on a deep level, to police. What's up with that?

Monday, September 08, 2008

I had to put this old black valley compilation up again. had to.

if this circus is coming to town, I'm running away. the opposite direction.

Douglass Paints Very Quickly.

I need to do a lot more figure drawing. This sketch I did of Paul Graubard at one of IS183's art shows. I just don't have the habit of drawing, the way, say, Aram Larsen does, who draws all the time and it shows. If I'm going to be doing more figures, and the answer is yes, then I need to draw more. Time to develop that new habit.

Mark T with his painting.

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Colorado desert. Driving back from Massachusetts.

Dad with his trainer, circa 1943.

The Lantern Bar and Grill, Pittsfield MA.
Adam and Eve Seen As Two Tomatoes.
48" x 36" oil on canvas.

When We Remember Home
18" x 24" acrylic on canvas.

Saturday, September 06, 2008

Chase the car, or not? I started thinking about how that dog's dilemma mirrors our own. Just in simpler terms. That's what's good about the way a dog thinks. Simpler.

Me and Maggie on the day I headed back West. See you soon!

We've been working hard at HQ plotting trajectories. Strategies. Tactics. You'll

Another satisfield customer - street fair in Pittsfield MA, July 2008.

Much more blogging soon - a couple of images a day, that's the plan.

more later - much more.

Friday, May 02, 2008

A bit more than 2 months after a vitreous hemorrhage and a detached retina (see above) I'm all better, with just a small bubble in my right eye as the only evidence left. They did a vitrectomy - meaning they suctioned all the gel from my eye in order to repair the retina. Now my own PBFs are filling the eye... just a little bobbing at the top.

Modern medicine is the best.

Some monks and friends meet for dinner at Annapurna:

Menlo and Macfarlane with one of our geshe friends.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Johnny Remembers a Former Life

on the road in New Mexico... Johnny sang to me of things he - barely - remembered.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Hola everyone. Very busy here in Grass Valley setting up the performance space and so forth. Much work to do. Black Valley lives again. Here's some pix:

Menlo Macfarlane and Douglass discussing the show details.

Melanie in her office.

Scenes from St. Joseph's, where the show is going to take place. I'll post some video soon of more stuff. More Stuff!

here's my apartment building:

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Opening at Mowen Solinsky Gallery in Nevada City, CA - April 6..

then back to back performances of Death As A Salesman at St. Joseph's Cultural Center in Grass Valley, CA.

What the man himself says:

Prices will never be lower!

Pat's Cat

this is what I came home to...

now to get to work.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Hi Rudy.. nice to be here:

Man in an Orange Hat... just got this one back from near oblivion.
a little fan of the burst of truth...

soon... a "From The Long Barn" show... lotta old favorites in here...

Saturday, February 24, 2007

here's some more pix from the trip in mostly random order:

Bisbee AZ

Bisbee AZ

Bisbee AZ

Sacto is nice in the winter.

more moon with bird

Bisbee AZ

downtown Sacto
the vids I've been putting up using YouTube are pretty bad. I must be doing something wrong - they get all chunky. Maybe it's just the quality of video from my tiny little camera, but the stuff looks pretty good before it's uploaded. Will figure this out!

in the meantime, here's a midtown Sac art store. California colors...

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

here's another
watch this one

Saturday, February 10, 2007

hi everyone. I'm on the you tube bus now. here's a little video out of Magdalena, New Mexico... a tiny little town in the western mountains of the Land of Enchantment...

more soon... the caravan stopped for the evening just outside of Phoenix, in a suburb called "Surprise."

Saturday, May 27, 2006

one of my favorite places: The Lantern. A Pittsfield landmark... have a cheeseburger and a beer.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Let the dead bake cakes for the dead. Or something like that.

We're working like demons on the new Death As A Salesman DVD. Trying to master, with an old dog's brain, ProTools and Final Cut Pro. We need crew - wanna help?

And don't forget to go over to my sister's blog. She's still pestering me something awful. help me out. Read, comment. Say nice things.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Self Portrait As An Old Dog.

You ever feel this way? Like there's a full moon and you just don't feel like howling, much as you'd like to, and as much as you feel it's your responsibility to howl at the moon. It's your job. But still, no enthusiasm. Even Sun Ra felt that way occasionally. I know I feel that way sometimes.

Have I told you about Dorothy's new blog? One of the reasons I feel like I do, maybe. I'm always depressed when I feel a competition coming on. I'd rather just declare myself winner. Anyway, it's her own blog and it's called Don't Surrender, Dorothy, and if she doesn't start getting some traffic soon I will get no rest.

We're going to be working together a bit later on the DVD version of Death As A Salesman. It will be fun. I'm looking for something along the lines of They Might Be Giants. The movie, not the group.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

This is one of my sister Dorothy's favorite pictures. Obviously because it shows how much bigger and stronger she always was. I hate how I (on the right, of course) always look so tentative and worried. I must say though, that behind those looks, behind that genuine paranoia, came a plan, a master plan. One that I'm not quite ready to share yet. Anyway, I'm posting this pic as a gesture to my sister, who has HER OWN BLOG now, and can quit pestering me to use this one. One word, Dorothy: "MINE." Remember how that works? Anyway, best of luck on your new venture, and I really hope this doesn't cut into your responsibilities and stuff down at the cafeteria. You signed a contract.

Here's the link, and don't say I never did anything for you.

Don't Surrender, Dorothy

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

H co

Friday, May 12, 2006

O, so you weren't there, over at the Dreamaway Lodge in beautiful Becket, Mass? To see my sister Dorothy perform Death as a Salesman in progress, in progress, to be sure? In the same hallowed spaces where Joan Baez, Bob Dylan, and Alan Ginsberg once performed? Sorry. But it was a work in progress with plenty of bumps and dead spots and a lot, a lot, of forgotten lines. O, well. Here's the poster:

and here's a picture of our girl taken by and altered to make her look better by Joe Wheaton.

Opening down at the Outsiders Gallery next weekend. check the front page.

happy, happy. why not? someone said, sing, sing, ye creatures who live in the dust.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Didn´t make it over to Yobaim as planned, so enjoyed Carnaval here in the big city. Lotta people! Here´s a few pix. I climbed up on a chair, took me half and hour to get down, it was so crowded.

oops wrong parade
One of my favorite books is Incidents of Travel in the Yucatan by John Lloyd Stephens. It´s a great travel adventure book written in the 1850s; Stephens and his friend Catherwood had heard of mysterious ruined cities in the wilds of the Yucatan, and determined to find out if the stories were true. And they certainly did!

I was reading last night about their stay in Merida, not more than a few blocks from where I am sitting right now, and how they had found that the site of Merida was itself a huge ancient city that the Spaniards had torn down to build their own city. Apparently there had been a huge pyramid right at the site of what is now the plaza grande. and that further very large ruins had been destroyed both for building materials, and because they were in the way of the street layout... simply amazing. I find it less disturbing than the wholesale destruction of all of the Mayan holy books, tho. Because with those we lost the soul of their culture. The buildings were monuments, in the main, to conquering heroes and so forth, as usual.

Here´s some pics from the books; they´re woodcuts made from Catherwood´s drawings. Compare to the photos from Uxmal further down in the blog.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Thanks to an invitation from my friend Alex, I was able to escape the urban version of Carnaval for a more traditional one in a small pueblo called Yobaim, about 2 hours outside of Merida. What a difference - I have no love for the mostly corporate nature of the big city celebrations no matter the name, and as much as I love homo sapiens, in the aggregate I find them a bit difficult to take. So on the bus and off to Yobaim Alex and I went. First stop was the Loncheria Tio Abraham, where we were escorted to the back part of the place, under sheet iron and where a few ladies were cooking on wood fires. fresh tortillas and other things I can't remember the name of. My spanish isn't very good, and my hearing is worse, so once one of those 6 part conversations get going I'm kind of lost, but my hosts were extremely kind and I ended up with some delicious food without having to know how to ask for it. All I had to do was smile and nod. A tour of the pueblo's plaza with Rene and Alex, and then into the central bulding for the dance competition (pix below). We stayed in a traditional mayan house, a kind of oval shaped house made of rocks with a thatch roof. Too much Sol (local beer) and dancing for me. My friend said that I should stick to painting and leave singing and dancing to those who have a talent for it.

Next day were compasas, which takeplace in more traditional villages during Carnaval. It's where men dress as women and go touring around the city and in eahc house or business, do a routine of dance and raunchy songs. Each stop lasted for about 30 minutes. Traditional dances, all orchestrated by someone who looked like his name was Herman and like he fixed dishwashers. My goodness. From teenagers to an elderly fellow with gold-rimmed teeth who looked like he enjoyed the bikini top and wig no end. I certainly did! Now this goes on ALL DAY LONG. ALL NIGHT LONG. We had more beer and more botanas, then I took a long nap, and then we're waiting for the bus, the whole crew goes by again. Energizer bunny has met his match. Just as bouncy as ever. This culture exudes sanity and good humor; it was exhilarating and I felt blessed to be there. It would have been impossible without being taken by the hand by a friend who knew all the locals... so much more but the battery in my laptop is getting low. We are going to return to Yobaim tomorrow for the wrap up of Carnaval, and I'll try to get some pix but I feel like such a nerd when I get the camera out. Like I'm lucky enough to be there, I don't want to spoil the moment by being rude....

where I stayed:

from a trip to the ocean

something that I used to do, and have been urged to return to:
title: Hey, Are you in a Green Vase, too?

and here is one of the nice neighborhoods in Merida where I might buy a house:

all for now. Heard it was cold in Pittsfield.......

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

ah. Finally figured out how to upload pix from here in Merida. Wasn´t hard. Here we go:

Las Arecas front (and dining) room.

On the street:

A row of old towhouses - looks like they´re being renovated.

Some great colors on the street:

And then down at Uxmal:

Sunday, January 22, 2006

old friends

Thursday, December 15, 2005

R.I.P., Helen. Thanks for everything.

Friday, October 28, 2005

So there's nothing wrong with my brain, they say. I know they're hiding something from me. Looking at my complete CAT scan, it seemed impossible that the thing - the brain, that is - could be functioning at all. But the good doctor said that there was no problem there... But headaches, weakness, loss of concentration: what else could it be but a brain tumor?

Anyway, I'm feeling better, and about to move into a new apartment/studio, so I can stay home and work all the time. yeah, baby; no driving, moving the car, etc. this winter.

Looking for progress on Death As A Salesman, and other writing/painting projects like What I Did Today....

Maybe I'll even be up for doing more writing here...

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

I did some drawings of the old railroad station here in Pittsfield for an Hector on Stilts CD cover, and here's what just arrived:

Those are my lamp poles and if you buy the CD and look closely you'll see Jeb and Clayton standing next to the phone booth near the old station. Legendary Storefront Artist Project (and much more)graphics Master Mark Tomasi did the layout and color - I think it's splendid!
back from california. here's an old friend of mine, menlo mcfarlane with a couple of new friends from Mexico.

We were able to visit. Menlo started the Black Valley Performance gang and art colab in Grass Valley CA. Here's some pix of a few of our old posters.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

Storm a comin'. Had to wonder what might be hiding behind that gigantic lense-shaped cloud.

Lotta lightning, buckets of rain, wind so that I had to nail everything down in the semi-outdoors studio. lots of fun!

sitting the epic cafe now, about to start working again on Death As A Salesman - the performance piece I've urged my twin sister dorothy to perform. I'll do the writing and stay home and do phone interviews only.

Here are some titles of songs that will be in the show - Here's what you'll hear!

Words Fail Me
All Too Soon
I Dreamed the Dream of the Death of Iven B.
Hungry For Hell
I'll Take the Lobotomy If I Can Keep the TV

and many many more

It goes without saying that these will not be available in any store!

But it will be continuously performed here

if you can find it. Good Luck!

Been hitting some golf balls here - in Tucson, slightly guilt inducing, since one has to ask of the city in general, where does the water come from? I guess we take modern engineering and such so much for granted that such questions - like where does the water come from? Will it run out? - just don't make any sense to people. All that aside, I have to get ready for heavy duty golf death matches with my lawyer P. Rapp. We're contemplating putting together a Storefront Artists Golf League. Interested?

Via Brad Delong and Billmon is some relevant material - here's Jared Diamond at a recent speech, answering a question:

Diamond reported that his students at UCLA tried to imagine how the guy who cut down the LAST tree [on Easter Island] justified his actions. What did he say? Their candidate quotes: "Fear not. Our advancing technology will solve this problem." "This is MY tree, MY property! I can do what I want with it." "Your environmentalist concerns are exaggerated. We need more research." "Just have faith. God will provide."

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Here in tucson with record setting heat. Makes things seem kind of quiet.

I'm painting with oils right now - if I tried to use acrylics here they would dry on the brush before I even got close to the canvas. Acrylics eat up brushes too fast even in the best of circumstances.

Much work on "Why I Paint" - a tribute to Joe Brainard's "I Remember".

If you've got any interest in learning about Buddhism, please look into B. Allan Wallace's "Buddhism with an Attitude". Not a great title, but a wonderful introduction to Buddhism in the form of a study of the Mind Training Points.

Jared Diamond is getting lots of coverage lately. Hope it's in time!

Here's evening at the ranch:

that's my painting light in the background left. Thanks Heather! Hope you enjoy your time in Spain!

Sunday, July 03, 2005

I'm in Tucson for a month or so. Nice and warm.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Billmon - worth reading.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Old friend of mine, Frederic Christie, has a blog that isn't a blog. He has one of those minds that makes me glad that I can garden and paint and pound rocks together, because in the thinkin' area, I can't keep up. He lives in Davis, CA, my old hangout, and which little town still appears in my paintings more than you would think, since I last lived there in 1990.

Frederic writes about politics and buddhism. check im out.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Met some great artists at the Artshow in Pittsfield last weekend. I have such mixed feelings about the events, but I'm always so glad to have done it. Standing around talking is a lot of work for me. I'm almost deaf and have trouble comprehending things sometimes, and besides, like a lot of artists, I'd just rather be home working. But part of the work is getting out and talking to people, and seeing them enjoy and understand your work, or seeing them dismiss or dislike it. When they understand your work in ways that you don't, that's even better. When and if they dislike it, it's an opportunity to practice not being so attached to your own opinion of your work, which is very healthy.

Lisa Reinke had some great work, and is also a blogger! Check her site out!

Another Artshow on June 25,26 which I'll be at as well if you missed this one. Also, Art On No - the building where my new studio is - will be having a big open house on Friday June 24 and an Open Studio on June 24, 12-5. 311 North Street!
Watched Crash last weekend on the recommendation of a friend. Note: I give a few things away...

The Buddhists say that anger is the worst emotion - it takes us straightaway and without passing GO to the Hellworld. It is the most destructive to our own well-being (both here and in the hereafter) and the most likely to be passed on to others in an emotional contagion.

This movie shows the contagion, as one person passes their frustration and anger onto another, and on, and on, and then antidote to the contagion, that is, compassion, in ways rarely matched. The acting is superb. Don Cheadle plays a detective who takes it all on himself. There's a Tibetan practice of taking on other's suffering called tonglen, and Cheadle's character does it, doesn't know why, just that it's what he must do.

Crash also goes against the grain by making the characters complex. There are no strictly good characters, nor strictly bad. Y'know, the way life is, tho we're encouraged in so many ways to not know that, and to think of ourselves as good, and others as bad. Crash tricks us, in a way, by setting up some really loathesome characters, and some whom we're likely to think of as good guys. And then we're surprised. And even within the frame of the story, characters are forced to deal with this same situation.

One character experiences what is clearly enlightenment; he tries to murder someone, and when his attempt fails, he sees it all. The madness drove him right out through the top. "It's all OK," he says, over and over. That's what I think we don't realize. "It's all OK."

I'm troubled by thoughts of another kind of crash. But I can see the benefits in this way. We're insane; maybe it will take us right out through the top. One of my favorite Chogyam Trungpa books is Transcending Madness. Now that's what I'm talking about.

Saturday, June 04, 2005

Just saw this on Slashdot. Some Japanese scientists are aiming to be the 1st to make a hole through the Earth's crust and get to the mantle. They are hoping to use this research to possibly discover life down there, better understand undersea earthquakes, and uncover records of climate change.

This is a pretty cool prospect to me. I hope that the team gets their "Chikyu" (Japanese for Earth) drill down there. I doubt this will be an adventure of Verneian proportions, but it is nice to see that there is a frontier on Earth that still hasn't been conquered by man.

"Humans have brought back lunar rocks to understand the universe, yet we have never reached the mantle which accounts for most of earth."

Thursday, May 26, 2005

In a recent post by Kevin Drum - in which he listed 5 books that he hadn't been able to finish - many of the commenters mentioned Gravity's Rainbow as something they couldn't finish, a doorstop, impossible to read, etc.
I recently ran across a copy of Bookforum that featured a bunch of writers' take on Pynchon, lo these many years after he shook everything up with Gravity's Rainbow. Reading their comments, I was reminded how shattered I was by reading the book. It, more than any other book I ever read with the possible exception of Time Out of Joint by PK Dick, actually changed my brain. I mean, it was like LSD in the sense that "you'd never be the way you were before." You couldn't go back, you were changed forever.

I was so taken by it that I built rockets - here's a bad foto of my 2-stage V2 rocket - painted black - my schwartzraketen - fired over the houses of Anchorage AK in the mid 70s. A thing of beauty. No one else was ever the same, either.

Somewhere along the line I read recently - again - of Stanley Milgram's work on authority and conscience. If you're not familiar with it, please look it up. Briefly, he showed that most people will cause harm to others if they're ordered to by an authority. That's most. Don't know if anyone has used this in connection with torture and abuse in Iraq and Afghanistan, but it certainly looks germane. People will do things that their conscience tells them they shouldn't if someone who appears to be an authority tells them to. It really seems to be beyond belief, and yet study after study confirms the results. It says a lot about who we humans are. Or what.

One lesson? Pick your authority wisely, or not at all. Douglass Truth -- the original, I'm just a low-level iteration -- proved to me once and for all that there are no authorities. Something shocking and frightening to almost everyone when they first learn it. If you find yourself in need of an authority, just concentrate your mind on Douglass Truth's sublime equanimity, as shown below. He won't mind - he won't even notice! And you'll learn, eventually, that you can only trust yourself.

Sunday, May 22, 2005

Also via The Revealer, a fantastic piece on Sol Star, the Jewish "I've been called worse by better" store-owner on Deadwood, my favorite show.
From The Revealer a good piece by Jeff Sharlet on a NYT puff-piece on Rick Santorum. How can reporting in major media be so bad?

Friday, May 20, 2005

I just read an article in the New Yorker about meth, internet, sex, and death in the gay community. Not good news. Put it on the shelf, now about to break, with the other tomes about oodles and oodles of unnecessary suffering and death. The article left me wondering why people are so self-destructive, and in this regard gays are no different than anyone else, with the exception of certain style issues, as one might expect. But the article left me feeling something else. Something left out. We talk about everything up to the moment of death, and then the curtain is pulled, and it is no longer polite to talk about it. Unless someone brings up infantile notions of heaven and hell. What happens when we die? Does anyone know? Is it important?

Our culture has this one great blind spot that occludes all others: our unwillingness to face death, and our reluctance to learn about How To Die, or to even know that there might be such knowledge. We joke about it all the time, but when the coffin door slams down, we may wish we'd learned a little more about it when we could have. In the meantime, here on the surface of our beloved little mudball, we're all driven completely crazy by this lack of basic self-knowledge, by this tremendous occlusion, this vast river we call Denial. And it is this, I think, that paradoxically allows us to be so violent, so ready to inflict death upon others.

Who - or what - is this guy; does he, by any chance, look familiar?
I started advertising on America Blog - the ad will show up sometime in the next few days. Some blogs are getting incredible numbers of readers, along with the ad rates that go with it. If I were in the newspaper business I'd be reading Dan Gilmore and trying to figure out a new strategy...

Had a nice conversation with Paul yesterday about seeing buying and selling as a potentially spiritual transaction. Dangerous area, but anything that can be used or viewed in a spiritual context is equally able to be used in a materialistic fashion...
There's a Zen proverb - the teacher exhorting his students to be "as white doves on snow..." that is, fit in, or at least appear to do so.

So how would you hide in a totally commercial society?

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

nice listening - sort of like Blade Runner crossed with Twin Peaks. Sara Ayers. Reminded me of the space change certain music can make... like the time I walked around Taipei on a Friday night, listening to Mozart's Requiem on a Walkman...

Monday, May 16, 2005

Events of the day remind me too often of Atlas Shrugged. I think a lot of writers are precogs - whether they know it or not - and I think Ayn Rand was definitely channeling a future. She just got a few of the flavors wrong, is all, cause of her background in Russia... But her picture of the United States failing is remarkably similar to what I see going on all around. The most salient thing is the appointment of people based on ideology and not competence and experience. That same cluelessness to how things actually work. One of the bad guys in A.S. is irritated when he can't get grapefruit juice cause the trains don't work cause all the competent people have left... but now things fail not because they decided to go on strike, that's not in their nature, but because they're forced out by ideologues. The so-called reconstruction of Iraq is a perfect example. There's a quote somewhere - I think it's Feith - telling someone he's not qualified for a job in the reconstruction cause he speaks Arabic. uh huh. Sounds like Ellsworth Toohey (tho I think I got the wrong book there) is at work. But here in our world it's not stinkin liberals who've done all this with their looney altruism, it's so-called conservatives (who aren't conservative at all, read Eisenhower, Goldwater, any o those real dudes) of the day who just assume that things will continue to work even with fools running... reliable, ideologically sound fools.

If James Kunstler is right, then we'll be needing all the help we can get, but it might be all gone. But locked out, not on strike.

I hope William Kunstler ain't right - and I'm getting more and more hopeful all the time.

Sunday, May 15, 2005

opening and reception last night for me, Paul Graubard, and Robert Andrew Parker at the Outsiders Art Gallery in Cornwall Bridge, CT

here's Paul Graubard with some of his work:

here's one of Robert Andrew Parker's works looking at mine:

Monday, May 09, 2005

I'm working on a new performance/book piece called Death As A Salesman. Our civilization (so-called) is based on business, so Mr. or Mrs. Death will most likely appear to us and work with us in the form of a Salesman. What could be more appropriate?

Civilization is a "business model". And that business model doesn't take into account our own personal deaths. It takes into account death as an insurance issue, or a demographic or military number, but not at all the issues that face each of us in our own personal end time. And that's no accident; if we were more aware of our own mortality and the real - most definitely real, really really real - outcomes that we could modify by our own behavior, we wouldn't act as our business culture needs us to, i.e. thoughtlessly. I think that's not very clear, but that's why I need a performance and/or a book to present it; I can't do a haiku on why facing our death is important. The most important.

BTW, Dorothy will be doing the actual performance. I am much too shy.

Saturday, May 07, 2005

watermelon art - via boingboing

Friday, May 06, 2005

I saw Orson Welles's F Is for Fake last night. Can't recommend it highly enough. Nothing like it out there. Welles's voice is like really good booze. Trickery, trickery. Kind of highbrow take on what Philip K. Dick spent his whole life exploring: what is real, and how do we know? In Dick's Man in the High Castle, an antique forger ponders: what makes an antique real and collectible? Subtle wa or is it in our imagination? It's a special case version of the entire question of communication, really: how much of what is communicated out there and real, and how much do we construct? Anyway, watch the movie. Great fun. Netflix has it.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

The original version of I Am A Dog is being published by Boleaf Books - should be back from printer this week. Update: is back from printer. click the link to buy.

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Thanks to Lance Mannion for the nice mention in his blog. I got connected to Lance via James Wolcott who is the most mellifluously wonderful writer since, well, Flann O'Brien, whose name I mention probably because I was reading a bit of The Third Policeman this morning while having my forbidden coffee at the Lenox Coffee shop where I go because I'm less likely to be seen there by someone I know... but being spotted there is happening more and more, and the staff is increasingly insolent (what did I ever do to them?) so who knows? But the coffee is good, so I'll probably continue to put up with yakking with friends and impertinent staff...

Back to Lance - he writes about movies sometimes, and I love movies, so there you go.

I haven't been writing much due to health problems - but they've gotten better and I'm getting used to them - one or the other or both - so I want to get back to it.

And thanks to Paul for the items. I read a piece in the New Yorker yesterday about global warming. Combine that with thoughts from Jared Diamond's new book, and you get a nice pic of our so-called civilization whistling along to its own destruction. I get wrought up by such thoughts - anxiety is my middle name - and I try to get the big picture to calm down: many lives, many worlds. It's all happened before and will without end. We'll always be here. We hope getting it better each time. For the sake of the Absolute. Please buy one of my paintings before it's too late.

Monday, March 14, 2005

Hello folks, interesting things going on in Antarctica-related news...
The oldest ice ever sampled has been taken by Heinz Miller and crew, of Germany's Alfred Wegener Institute for Polar and Oceanographic Rearch AWI. The ice, which is about 900,000 years old will be used to map out the history of the world's climate. Drilling was ceased soon after as the drill was approaching a slush-zone, generated by heat from the Earth's mantle.

70 South Antartic News post on this topic.

Rad. I want to go to Antarctica.
More Antarctica news in the following days.

Monday, February 28, 2005

This sounds pretty interesting...a garden is opening up in the UK featuring poisonous and psychotropic plants from around the world. It seems like the goal is to educate people about the fact that plants are so powerful, and that many of the worlds drugs and chemicals come from the plant kingdom. Wish we could have something like this in the U.S.

Saturday, January 08, 2005

here's the poorman at his best

and it's Richard Linklater, not Art.
two great links from boingboing:

young girl prevented from sketching in a museum because the matisse and picassos and what not are COPYRIGHTED.

we've forgotten that the term copyright originally meant "the right to copy" a work. anyway, for how long has it been a practice of artists young and old to copy works in a museum? this is insane. THEY (you know who I mean) want to control everything!

and... another movie based on a Philip K. Dick work - A Scanner Darkly, directed by Art Linklater (Waking Life):

blog on the new movie

images from the movie

PKD is one of my favorite authors. I remember the feeling I had when I read my first (Time Out of Joint) - I ran around in circles in the kitchen at Las Tusas... quoting... !

back on North Street... plans for New Mexico just didn't work out, for reasons, if there are any, that aren't clear to me now. My Eight Ball is still in storage, so I'm flying blind.

I've got a new studio, at 311 North Street, #25 - still in fixup phase, but will be workable soon.

I'm getting excited about doing some animation, starting with the I am a dog story line and cast of characters. then perhaps doing What I Did Today, Why I Paint, and other projects.

Please read the poorman. He's got it right. We've got to stop the torture. It feels like we're spiraling down into the Hell Realms. Our Prison Nation (we've got the highest incarceration rate of any society anywhere anytime) is now the nation that seems to think torture is not so bad, or at least not as interesting as whatever is on TV right now...

snow on the ground, and I can't help thinking about those saguaro cacti

Thursday, December 30, 2004

Money is one of the most mysterious things in the universe. Here's an article from economist Brad Setser's weblog that I found interesting and incomprehensible... how the black markets of the world, and the money-under-the-mattress funds are switching from dollars to euros. This has a huge impact on the US economy, and is sure to be big news on CNBC really really soon. No, just kidding!

Something similar happened to the shekl around 350AD and I still haven't recovered.

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

I'm finally doing what Dr. Quang told me to do a couple of months ago: take it easy. Being in Florida at Mom's helps with that. I'll be heading back to Pittsfield at the end of the week to find a new studio, and perhaps a flight to New Mexico later int he month.

Found a great book review by Malcolm Gladwell on "Collapse" by Jared Diamond. About another kind of Tipping Point. This via a nice new-to-me blog called 3quarksdaily. Worth a look. And this via the most interesting Preposterous Universe. Nothing like quantum physics to help give one a different perspective. A bit larger. Or a lot smaller.
Greetings to Paul -

things have changed, I'm not heading for NewMex anytime soon. Weather in the midwest changed the plan at first, but then certain obstacles came up for a visit at this time.

I'm in Florida right now, and will be getting back to Pittsfield at the end of the week.

Paul- hope we can visit in the Land of Enchantment sometime - I think you'll love it there.

That school looks interesting. I might be out in Cal in Jan or Feb - I'll let you know.


I read an article today - one of those scary true things. Belief in Book of Revelation driving US Politics. No wonder the rest of the world thinks we're outa our tree.

best of all of us humans in the coming year.

Saturday, December 25, 2004

Hello! This is Paul Hindt here to wish everyone reading this blog Happy Holidays for whatever you may be celebrating this season (or not celebrating if one so chooses). Also, Douglass, if you are going to be staying in New Mexico for some time I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to come check it out down there and pay you a visit. I have had an interest in exploring the Southwest for some time now and this could be the perfect opportunity for me. Hope you are doing well, Doug. I can't believe I've already finished a year of school at Ex'Pression and only have a year to go.

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Went to see Dr. Quang, the vietnamese herbalist (his autobiography was recently published) in North Bennington today, for the last time for a few months. He turned me around but good with his wonderful herbs - they smelled heavenly. And I feel good enough to go to New Mexico for a few months. I'm still looking for a place in Silver City, if you know of anything.

The reason I'm going to Silver City NM is because of a dream I had about the place. I went through there ages ago, in the early 60s in a summer camp, and it made a small impression on me. I remember most the catwalk, a hanging catwalk above a mountain stream that seemed reaaaallly cool to me then. I again passed through in my first big road trip, 1972. then forgot about it till a dream a few months ago. Now it seems like I ought to go there. que sera sera.

The closing of all the libraries in Buffalo NY and Salinas Ca has me much disturbed. The "Twin Towers" of debt and trade imbalance threaten this country and its well-being and security a lot more than most terrorists. Library closings, are, I'm afraid, only the beginning. People simply don't seem to see it (ie we're broke) - or don't want to, which is understandable, seeing how we, as a nation, have had it so sweet for so long. I think maybe our good karma has run out, and there are bills to be paid now. My main concern -seeing as how there's very little any of us can do about this situation (except fight to end the war on drugs, a financial disaster, which we can afford less and less) - is my own mood. I get awfully frightened and depressed about it all, and I know that's no good for anyone. Someone I know said that our work is to raise people's spirits. That's a fine goal, maybe the most important one, at least regarding our human interactions. Other interactions, I don't know much about, but I have my suspicions.

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Did you see that "blog" was the number one new word in the English language - according to those who would know, I guess. Well, I agree. Blogs are the greatest thing since sliced bread, and I say that even though I don't mind slicing bread, and even though I worked at a wholesale bakery in Seattle and sliced a lot of bread. Fer instance, I just stumbled on Bob Mould's blog, and from there, a bunch of other interesting things I had no idea about. One of my favorite columnists Robert Dvorak has a blog, about any little thing that catches his eye. It's great. And then there's the science ones. Like Preposterous Universe - the great thing is to hear the voice of all these creative types and heavy duty thinking types in just an ordinary way. Sure, I scan a lot of it, otherwise there's not enough time in the universe to read everything. But I love just stumbling across Bob Mould's blog, and reading about his tour and his drive home yesterday, another life...

I'm reading Lee Smolin's Three Roads to Quantum Gravity. I'm a bit tapped out from end of year business stuff, and so I tend to nod offf with it, but it's energizing - at least intellectually - to think about what things are like at the Planck scale. Lee Smolin was the writer that turned me on to Julian Barbour's writin. Reading Smolin and Barbour makes me envious of the physicists and their incredible group workings. Their global friendships and partnerships, in an effort that seems more and more to me like building the cathedrals... the edifice of the Grand Theory, hundreds of physicists, members of the most elite clan, working away night and day on things most of us really, and here I mean this literally, really cannot even begin to understand. The secrets of the cathedrals... hey, those builders were the Masons! Wonder if we'll enter a dark age (he said casually) and the physicists will form a secret society to protect the knowledge against, well, yes, I hate to be so blunt about it, but the fundamentalists, who of all stripes are moderately to severely anti-intellectual. But back to physics: I wonder when they're going to tackle the question on Consciousness... and maybe find out that the Buddhists were already there 2500 years ago...

enjoy the holidays. relax when you're driving...

Monday, November 22, 2004

Recently a New Zealand scientist said that he thinks humanity might be extinct by the end of this century due to global warming issues. I think it's pretty obvious that there's no way we could know such a thing. But what if we did know, for certain, that our whole species would be wiped out, totally rubbed-out, in the not-too-distant future? What would we do? As a group, as individuals? What would you do that's different from what you do now? I think the question naturally leads to another meditation: What are humans for (if anything)? Interesting question that presumes some kind of artificer or creator or creative intelligence.

here's a synopsis of the Popol Vuh, the Mayan creation story, because in it the answer to the question is presumed: we are made by the gods to worship the gods. The problem has been, that through 3 or 4 successive tries by the gods at making us humans, none of us has figured out how to worship the gods correctly. So, they (we) are rubbed out, and another, hopefully more sophisticated effort is made. The last such cleansing operation was done with a flood. Ha! Now the question before the Mayans who wrote the Popol Vuh as we see it today, was: Are we worshipping our creators in the correct manner? No idle question.

You have any ideas what we're here for? Or are we just quantum foam with an attitude?

here's more on the Popol Vuh. An entire museum here.

Sunday, November 21, 2004

One of my favorite physics books is The End of Time by Julian Barbour. In it, he makes the claim that time does not exist, and that motion and the appearance of change are illusions... I found an interview with him at Science and Spirit:

"But if I am right - that everything is static - then I think the powerful impression we have of motion is evidence for the creativity of nature. Nature is so selective in the experiences that it presents us with, so creative in the process, that we put the wrong interpretation on phenomena which are correctly apprehended. The Copernican revolution is always at hand to show that this is not mad: nothing could be more obvious than that the world doesn’t move, yet Copernicus persuaded us otherwise."

and this:

"I once asked Richard Dawkins about this: where do our sexual urges, or the taste of fruit, or a sense of beauty come from? Of course, you can give mechanical explanations and say they are correlations with hormones and so on. But the whole edifice of Dawkins’s world - of atoms rushing around in space - would work perfectly well without me being aware of beauty or the taste of an apple. So why is there this redundancy, why this extraordinary extravagance on the part of nature, if the secondary qualia don’t play any part? So my pipe dream for the future is to develop a theory where these things would count."

Friday, November 12, 2004

The Set

Interview with originator of the fractals. the Mandelbrot Set. Link Below.

Here's some great fractals.

this from boingboing

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Nothing seems to be able to explain to me the over-ripening of all kinds of fundamentalisms as neatly as Leonard Shlain's The Alphabet Versus the Goddess. Link. I mean, a few folks have noticed how interesting it is that the fundamentalisms of the world seem to be fighting it out with each other in Iraq, Afghanistan, places in Africa and Southeast Asia. "Our" fundamentalists seem to agree with "theirs" to such a degree - is it coincidence? If not, then Why? Why now? Shlain sez that it's because we're nearing the end of the age of patriarchy, and that patriarchy co-exists with, if it isn't a causative factor in, literacy, slavery, misogynism, homophobia, militarism; what we now call fundamentalist trends in religion and society. So, as I understand it, what we may be going through right now is a last paroxysm of patriarchy as it fades from the human scene, at least as a controlling factor. Shlain also posits that a matriarchal worlk predated the patriarchal, and that we may now be in the beginning stages of a reconciliation of the two. Wouldn't that be nice!

Isn't it bizarre, really, that gay is the hottest of hot buttons for fundamentalists, of any the Bookish People variations? One can see how it might be on the list of unmentionables for some people, but when it causes such fury I wonder what's really behind it... Shlain says that to the left (patriarchal, verbal) hemisphere of the brain, the right (feminine, graphic, wholistic) is a dark and scary unknown, and must be controlled. "The husband is the head of the household!" Homosexuality poses a threat to the patriarchalists because it represents a mixing, or blending, of the two opposites. Fear of the unknown: I'm reminded of a case in Texas where businesses wanted to forbid their workers from speaking Spanish at the workplace. What might they be saying that is so threatening?

Some shamen of the underworld - some of whom are known as Scientists - have taken us on a tour of the underworld, with all of the marvelous inventions one can find there now at our hands. Now, we find that they cannot take us out - and indeed have forgotten that this is where we are. Hell? How do we get out? Do we have to go crazy?

William S. Burroughs tells the story of a couple of tribes in the Amazon that were always fightin, carrying on, kidnapping each others' women, and so forth. The authorities in Sao Paolo or wherever were concerned and sent some anthropologists in there to study the situation and see what could be done about it. They came back with this opinion: the tribes should be left alone to their ways, because, "they have nothing better to do."

Pictures of fighting today in Fallujah reminded me of this poignant story; it's an addition to the long list of humanity's great triumphs.

I'm sure everyone fighting is convinced of the rectitude and glory of the mission, and many others are watching from the sidelines with great horror, joy, or somehow most applicable to all of us, fascination. We are fascinated with the horror - it's just the way we're built. The galactic anthropologists, looking down from their UFO, sigh and take notes.

We could so easily make the world work for everyone. But we keep on fighting.

Sunday, November 07, 2004

Claude Shannon (link below) said that information = unpredictability. and yet, in another context, we say that noise is the opposite of signal. what's that about? I think one of the problems is that information is usually given an independence from context - it just is, in some kind of measurable quantity, apart from context. this may not be so - at least regarding something like a painting, which is, after all, communication. there's a signal there, right? but transactional nature of communication is what I find fascinating. the pitch (as in softball, not sales, but maybe so, eh) in the form of a painting - colored pigments on cloth. this gets hung on a wall. there it sits. Is that information? IMO, not until someone hears that tree fall over. takes the pitch and returns. when the viewer sees that painting, they are seeing no more than pigments on cloth - then they put in an amazing amount of work, of reconstructing a message out of what could be noise to anyone else. Apparent detail is what clued me to this: step away from the painting, see mountains, hills, see the details on the side of the house. step closer, and it's just random brush strokes! Where did the detail, ie information, come from? I didn't put it there - I just put pigment on cloth! The viewer put it there. Looks like I might have to lower my prices, cut some kind of deal with previous buyers of my now-acknowledged-to-be unfinished works!

And we're not even getting the question of meaning, which relies even more heavily on the creative contruction power of the individual's perception.

Friday, November 05, 2004

I was listening to a review of The Incredibles - a new Pixar movie - and after a few moments of dialog, I thought, all you need is the premise for a movie like this, and it writes itself. It's so predictable. And then I remembered the movie I saw a few days ago- I Heart Huckabees - which was the opposite - completely unpredictable. And Stephen Wofram's idea of computational irreducibility came to mind - that's the idea that some scientific models can be reduced to a simple formula, and the outcome is certain. There is another way to get at modeling, and that is simulation. Well, it turns out that there are a lot of simulations that are unpredictable - the only way to get an answer is to run them, and there's no knowing, in at least some cases, whether when the thing is finished, or if indeed it can ever finish. This is really a piss-poor run down of this idea. Go read Wolfram - or visit the link. anyway, I think the point is that some works of art (there I go again using that word) are unpredictable, lead you on a journey that you don't know the end of. Some, like Tolkien, and other tales, you enjoy even though you know where you're going. Others are unpredictable, like Being John Malkovich, but without content. There's something in there I'll try to get at more clearly, but gotta go now.

Thursday, November 04, 2004

working on a big sale - postcard coming out soon. keep watching this space!
Dollar Hegemony

some people say we invaded Iraq for a secret reason: that Saddam Hussein was going to start selling oil denominated in Euros and not dollars. Hmm. Why would that be such a big concern?

check these out:

Sunday, October 31, 2004

eye candy open studio day.

c'mon down

Saturday, October 30, 2004

back home in pittsfield.

walking to my favorite cafe

moving sale, open studio, paintings to do.

Sunday, October 24, 2004

a few more silver city photos:

a row of gallery/studios - if I'm lucky I might get one of those. coffee shop on the left. great sky, eh?

nice little park I came across in my walk. fell asleep. pretty green here - not desert like.

my little hotel room - old style, sink and shower right in the room. nice quiet, luscious sunday afternoon sun

and my room, corner room.

back to Massachusetts in a couple of days. bye bye new mexico!

Friday, October 22, 2004

same pass I stopped at in 1971 in my turquoise dodge pickup, on the way back from tucson to indy in my first big road trip.. truth or consequences in the distance...

new mexico sure is beautiful... cottonwoods turning yellow
On the Age of Corruption story line - I thought of a story in an old magazine - maybe Shambhala Sun from a few years back - about Thomas Merton's last and only trip to Asia, where he died from electrocution - an electric fan or some such thing. On that trip he met the young Chogyam Trungpa, as I remember reading it, and there they discussed the falling-apart of the monastic traditions, both Buddhist and Christian. Their conclusion was that it was, now, "every monk for himself." Not "for himself" in the sense of looking exclusively for his or her own interests, but more on his own, without a monastic structure within which to work. I think this correlates with my feelings about what's going on in the larger world: the institutions which we have relied upon are failing us badly. And now, and to an increasing degree most likely, we're on our own, and will have to form our own institutions and groups and partners from the ground up. Not a bad thing. Not easy, but not bad.
For some reason this morning I remembered a story I read a few years back about computer generated art. An AI program given some different algorithms to work with was connected up to a plotter and the results printed out. I wish I could remember more about it � it had a cute name like Alf � but I remember it in the context of trying to decide what someone means when they say that art is �good.� Or �bad.� This has never made any sense to me. I�m more in agreement with Duke Ellington when he said about music, �If it sounds good, it is good.� It�s all � in my opinion � based on the experiencer�s experience. Ah. But this brings up other thoughts. This morning I was walking � very early � in the nearly deserted morning streets of Tucson. And walking by a thick yellowish green tree, I heard the most beautiful birdsongs I�ve heard in a very long time. Ah, yes: beautiful. Were the birds trying to make art? One thinks not. Was God � or someone working the same line under a different name � trying to make art? Dubious. Waling further on: is that particular portion of that old wall crazed and cracked in such a manner �art� because it looks so beautiful to me? What makes a good sunset, for that matter, as opposed to a bad one? Or a cup of coffee? Difficult to escape the notion that it�s all personal. I oughta re-read that Zen and Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, since he covered this ground with regard to the concept of Quality. I don�t recall that he came to any earth-shattering conclusions. Or any conclusion. But it�s all wordplay, I�d say�the world is so much bigger than our linguistic version of it, and so-called paradoxes are bound to occur within the bounds of a linguistic setup. I say so-called, since I�m skeptical that they can exist �in reality.� And that no great conclusions as to what �quality� �is� are possible.

But if truth�s beauty and beauty�s truth, I�m gonna get confused, and misled (taking you along with me, if you�re not careful) into the thickets of semantics and words, which is just a small neighborhood (and not a well-respected one) in the vast city of knowledge and understanding, most of which is, if you hadn�t heard this already, entirely outside the verbal realm.

In this connection I must reveal my Buddhist leanings by remembering what one sage said, to my own and others� dismay: to an awake person, food is the same as shit. Ah. So our seeing this part of the world as good, or beautiful, and that part as bad or ugly, is a result of our not being awake? This is particularly galling to a practicing artist, because if it�s true, then the profession of art is a just a way of keeping otherwise unemployable persons in green and off the street.

In the realm of art, and without even getting near to that Zen stuff, one can confidently assert that at least 50% of the art transaction (the transaction being the creation of the art combined with its appreciation by a viewer) is on the side of the person looking at (or hearing or reading or sipping it). By this I mean, one person�s good cup of coffee is another�s undrinkable dark-roast disaster. So in the case of the computer-generated art, there seems to be, as in the case of a beautifully flattened beer can glittering in the morning sun, the transaction seems to be almost completely in the eyes, in the hands, of the viewer, if we take the programmer out of the equation, which he or she would probably not appreciate. To them, the program itself is a work of art. I actually think �art� is one of those words that we should ruthlessly eliminate.

on the road from Tucson to Silver City. photo doesn't do justice to the vast panorama. you can see forever out here. Open sky. I love the feeling. Now I'm in Silver City, an old mining town about the same size and of the same flavor as Grass Valley CA, where I lived for about 10 years. But Silver City is away... away from most everything. The two closest big cities are in two different states - Texas and Arizona. It's a lovely town, and I'm thinking about spending the winter here and working on Why I Paint. The light here is something else. Especially contrasted with New England..

Sunday, October 10, 2004

The Age of Corruption. We're in it, eh?

Church, state, business, even, for God's sake, sports! Always been here, of course, but I'd say we're in a particularly acute effloressence of it right now.

Ah, but maybe we might be able to get back to a certain kind of golden age of yore - even if it just means not being terrified all the time, and that corruption isn't quite SO BAD. Sorry - I don't think it works that way. Where we're going no one's been before. I'm talking about system breakdown. Even in the mundane sense of running out of money, which our social systems are certainly going to do, similarly to Argentina, most likely, even in that sense things will breakdown, and what are we going to do about it? What we will do if the breakdown is even worse?

Of course, this might be all wrong and nothing bad will happen. Bet on it? Hmm.

But what if it's right - might as well think about it, and what to do. Prudent, not alarmist.

I heard old Bucky Fuller give a talk once, he said that if the ERA didn't pass it would be a signal to Galactic Intelligence that Earth didn't deserve to survive, and probably wouldn't. Further on in a litany of corruption (and how innocent we were back in the eighties...) someone asked plaintively, "What can we do?"

Fuller's answer was short: "Live with integrity. That is all that 's necessary and sufficient."

There's also that Golden Rule thing. And that story about a king asking a crowd of religious types if they could explain their religion while standing on one foot. That smart ass Rabbi did so, and said, "Don't treat others the way you don't want to be treated. All else is commentary." I'm sure he said it with more grace than I just did, but he did it succinctly and fast, cause his balance wasn't that great. But in a way, if you live like that, it might almost guarantee integrity.

That might help, but it's important to find a reason to do something even if it's not going to help.

I heard on the radio a couple of days ago an author talking about his book. In it he recounts the story of a judge at the Hague who goes to the Vermeer museum after a hard day dealing with war crimes and psychopaths. The author then mentions that when Vermeer was painting, Europe was in the last part of the Thirty-Years War, a time when much of Europe was reduced to cannabilism, and was totally ravaged. I think the weather was bad, too. But even in a time like that, Vermeer was able to see and reproduce things of such beauty. And it was important to do so. So I guess for starters we could say Don't Do Bad to Others, and Appreciate the Beauty that's all Around.

Saturday, October 09, 2004

Cats as follows:
Josephine is a Russian Princess kitty who escaped the terrors of the revolution and all that followed. Sharkie - the black one sleeping�foolishly!� next to the back door, and she came together as best friends at the Turtle House, that green thing I've painted so very many times. Josephine got a weed thing in her eye and it got infected and she lost the eye. She's not wearing her patch in this picture. She and Sharkie had to split up. Sharkie moved on to a house where he's allowed to sit by the fire, inside, and Josephine lives in a nice apartment in Sacramento now. Oh the lives we see!!

I got an MRI of the orbits yesterday. Fell asleep in the tube they stick you in while all the machinery bangs away like Flann O'Brien's mad Professor DeSelby next door. One of my eyes is sticking out too far, so they gotta see what the deal is. I love the MRI images - they act as a way to get a different picture of the bodies we inhabit. That is, we have a self-image of our bodies, but it has very little to do with the actual physical dimensions, much less the biochemical micro realities going on all the time. By that I mean, we don't really have any sense of the oxygen transfer going on in our blood and lungs all the time, but it's as real as a beesting - we don't really have a good sense of these bodies, so the MRI is just a reminder of what these things REALLY look like. I'll post it if I get a chance to scan the film.

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

Comments are now activated. also, I gotta pic.
I'm doing the 6-month web site redo - putting up a lot of new stuff, and even more older work that may never have seen the light of day. It'll take a few more days, with photography and layout.

more soon!

Sunday, June 27, 2004

doug truth featured in this week's valley advocate: Valley Advocate: Chiplifters Suck

Monday, February 02, 2004

Another fan of Truth.

Hello Rex!

hello world