UNNECESSARY NAVEL GAZING

Tribe has bugs...BIG NASTY ONES

flibbertigibit — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 23:40:54 GMT

that is all.

Octopus Girls

flibbertigibit — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 00:25:11 GMT

My friend lisa just turned me on to this octo-pie bushel of delights. Good stuff! www.zaxart.com/octopus_girls/

Orange You Glad

flibbertigibit — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 06:09:23 GMT

Emma can Peale?

QUE SEURAT?

flibbertigibit — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 22:40:49 GMT

http://www.moma.org/exhibitions/2007/seurat/?tmam_seuratexhibitions Ya know, I enjoy his spontaneous sketches and black and white stuff more than his carefully thought out paintings, although they are amazing too. He had an amazing eye, now his amazing eyes are dead but what he saw lives on. Maybe his eyes aren't dead but seeing underground in soil caked madness. We can only hope as the balls and tits of the nation sag ever earthward that this is, indeed, the case. If you sit quietly in a bone orchard of your choosing, do try to feel the everlasting eyes of the dead squeak under your feet in their tunneling dirt home. You must be barefoot.

Secret Vice

flibbertigibit — Thu, 07 Jun 2007 19:19:27 GMT

Seeking Connection

flibbertigibit — Sun, 27 May 2007 05:53:00 GMT

Ever since going off "on my own", I feel detached from the human race. I need to connect with other artists who live close to me. I don't care "where they are" on the craftsmanship scale. You need other meat to bounce things off, to compare...TO COMMUNICATE. therefore I will be taking this class. It's a beginning class for drawing the human figure. Though I am not a huge fan of the 3 dimensional classic approach, I would rather deal with my surface for what it is, a 2 dimensional surface and honor that fact. I enjoy Hokusai much more than I enjoy Carravagio. Be that as it may, I need to be around others who struggle, and a class is just the ticket. http://www.gageacademy.org/adult/?page=classes&subpage=classes_drawing

Recurring song

flibbertigibit — Sun, 13 May 2007 03:23:58 GMT

Words and music: Lou Reed & John Cale The trouble with a classicist he looks at a tree That's all he sees, he paints a tree The trouble with a classicist he looks at the sky He doesn't ask why, he just paints a sky The trouble with an impressionist, he looks at a log And he doesn't know who he is, standing, staring, at this log And surrealist memories are too amorphous and proud While those downtown macho painters are just alcoholic The trouble with impressionist is The trouble with impressionist is The trouble with personalities, they're too wrapped up in style It's too personal, they're in love with their own guile They're like illegal aliens trying to make a buck They're driving gypsy cabs but they're thinking like a truck The trouble with personalities is The trouble with personalities is I like the druggy downtown kids who spray paint walls and trains I like their lack of training, their primitive technique I think sometimes it hurts you when you stay too long in school I think sometimes it hurts you when you're afraid to be called a fool The trouble with classicists is The trouble with classicists is

That Book meme thingy blame Blade

flibbertigibit — Fri, 20 Apr 2007 08:22:11 GMT

1. Grab the nearest book. 2. Open the book to page 23. 3. Find the fifth sentence. 4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST. You too, Berzie." He watched them go through the service hall and wished he could get rid of some the crowd in the lounge as easily. They filled every seat and the overflow sat on the arms of the chairs, leaned and filled the booth in the bar, which had been closed for the past two hours because of the law. A very boring interlude taken out of context. Ah well.

That Shuffle Thing Blame Vicious.

flibbertigibit — Fri, 20 Apr 2007 07:55:35 GMT

1.Put your music player on shuffle. 2. Press forward for each question. 3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING! How are you feeling today? My lips are sealed - Poe How do your friends see you? Slow Down Time - Sky Cries Mary Obviously a comment on my age. Will you get married? Danny Elfman - The Final Confrontation from Sleepy Hollow Headless horseman, a castration theme? I don't like where this is going. What is your best friend's theme song? Guilty - Steven Kilbey Like this is a surprise. What is the story of your life? Bottom of the Wall - James/Wah Wah A bit downstat if you ask me. What was high school like? Rose Tint My World - Rocky Horror Picture Show Soundtrack Well, actually yeah, Rocky Horror saved my sanity on several occasions. How can you get ahead in life? Workfield - Shawshank Redemption Soundtrack Oh. Oh dear. Sodomy is it? Hurrah for me! What is the best thing about your friends? The Abduction from the Seraglio - Amadeus Soundtrack Their all turkish whores? What is in store for this weekend? Princess Leias Theme - John Williams I guess I'm eating pastry. What song describes you? Unknown track 3 - Vivaldi collection Typical. To describe your grandparents? New Identity - Planet of the Apes Soundtrack Apparently they led a secret life. How is your life going? Inferno Heatseeker / Exploded Heart - Praxis Drama, drama, drama. What song will they play at your funeral? Phonograph Blues - Robert Johnson I can only hope. Can anybody tell I'm a major Soundtrack Freak?

Second Thoughts

flibbertigibit — Thu, 19 Apr 2007 07:37:22 GMT

I'm having second thoughts about my "Dracula" series. it's something I've wanted to do since I was 16, yet I feel oddly disconnected from it. Like it's someone else's property that I'm decorating. I guess what I'm saying is that it doesn't speak to me at all spiritually. It looks to me like Candy Goth and doesn't have me at it's center. Things I think should be more from the gut and less pragmatic. I'm thinking of going back to angels, actually I'm being pulled towards angels again, since this world needs them badly. Maybe I need them badly....and I don't see the reworking of a tired story, no matter how much integrated with my perception of it can really avail me right now. Should I really pander to the horizons of a long gone adolescent, even if it was me? I will complete the current painting, but I will take a break from it to go to more spiritual matters. More heart matters. I want my heart to break when I paint.

FINALLY got my camera

flibbertigibit — Wed, 21 Mar 2007 06:40:58 GMT

An image of me MySpace style

Teasing VK

flibbertigibit — Thu, 15 Mar 2007 19:17:38 GMT

I haven't got my camera yet, so I slipped part of my painting onto my scanner. This blurry scrap is but a bitter taste from my squid ink palette.

I Miss the Fucker

flibbertigibit — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 04:31:35 GMT

http://www.jonhs.net/freemovies/omnibus.htm

SHIT OR GET OFF THE CHAMBERPOT

flibbertigibit — Wed, 07 Feb 2007 04:08:27 GMT

Ugh. I had a third meeting with the manager trying to get him to tell me the day I will be layed off. He told me to take tomorrow off and that he would resolve the situation tomorrow. Meaning that I'm still in Questionmarkland, but it looks like I will be doing the paperwork on Thursday. If I come back Thursday and they are still not shitting, I WILL QUIT. I know I appear to be waffling, but considering the extra freedom (and extra software and equipment) the extra money would give me, I had to roll the dice and negotiate. You can see part of why I want to leave this place...THEY SHOULD HAVE HAD AN ANSWER FOR ME THE VERY NEXT DAY AFTER I REQUESTED THE LAYOFF!!! Waffling, demented screwheaded dimbulbs! Set me free why don'tcha babe...

Pinhead

flibbertigibit — Thu, 16 Nov 2006 08:28:37 GMT

Afriend of mine took this picture of another friend, I liked it and just wanted it exposed.

How can you be so obtuse?

flibbertigibit — Fri, 20 Oct 2006 01:49:54 GMT

Habeus Corpus? No thanks, latin food gives me the runs. Especially heaping platters of rich abuse from above. Oh the responsibilities of noblesse oblige! 2006 welcomes a new generation of prison guards, opportunity abounds! Fresh new meat! Just leave that camera at home!

Give Up Art

flibbertigibit — Sat, 14 Oct 2006 03:51:53 GMT

Image Googled "Give Up Art" this is the lovely pitcher I got.

One Nation Under God

flibbertigibit — Tue, 10 Oct 2006 03:29:45 GMT

A completely irrational phrase, but one which our Great Idiot King puts some stock in. Oh, I know that faith in supernatural powers has been a time honored item in the political closet of every looney that seeks power. It can't hurt to let everyone know you hold personal conversations of mutual approval with all powerful invisible ghosts. I just wish that we could have one president that could admit that we are very rare ants on a rock in space, and that because we are such rare ants in the ink black, we should take greater care of our rock and of our fellow ants. From an interview, the font of democratic wisdom that is GW. He could hold his own with the founding fathers, if the founding fathers were on mega dosages of laudanum with their heads cut off. ________________________________________ The following exchange took place at the Chicago airport between Robert I. Sherman of American Atheist Press and George Bush Sr., on August 27, 1988. Sherman is a fully accredited reporter, and was present by invitation as a member of the press corps. The Republican presidential nominee was there to announce federal disaster relief for Illinois. The discussion turned to the presidential primary: RS (Rob Sherman): "What will you do to win the votes of Americans who are atheists?" GB (George Bush): "I guess I'm pretty weak in the atheist community. Faith in God is important to me." RS: "Surely you recognize the equal citizenship and patriotism of Americans who are atheists?" GB: "No, I don't know that atheists should be considered as citizens, nor should they be considered patriots. This is one nation under God." RS: "Do you support as a sound constitutional principle the separation of state and church?" GB: "Yes, I support the separation of church and state. I'm just not very high on atheists." UPI reported on May 8, 1989, that various atheist organizations were still angry over the remarks. The exchange appeared in the Boulder Daily Camera on Monday February 27, 1989. It can also be found in "Free Inquiry" magazine, Fall 1988 issue, Volume 8, Number 4, page 16.

The Fascination of the Human Condition

flibbertigibit — Wed, 04 Oct 2006 05:00:28 GMT

Dark Spanish Symphony just came onto my player by Angelo Badalamenti. This was the main theme used in an American Experience documentary which I watch over and over again like a freak. What is it about human extremity that is so terribily hypnotizing? I also am obsessed with any other documentary or movie which relates to how people react under severe conditions. My father related to me that when he was under the german occupation in Norway, that was when he felt the most alive in his life. It's just weird.

More Noise Please

flibbertigibit — Mon, 24 Jul 2006 19:00:58 GMT

All weekend I have been prey for fucked up noises. The couple across the way, the woman sounds like a harbor seal when she's gazming Trucks in the back alley and that infernal beeping back up noise sound A dog somewhere stuck in a hot house that is crying out in a piercing, keening howl. The downstairs neighbor and his continous blaring TV. with that in mind, this poem / tirade is most appropriate... More Noise Please by Steven Jesse Bernstein I live on a street where there are many, many cars and trucks and factories that pump and bang and grind all night and day. It is a miracle that I can write poetry or sleep or talk on the telephone or that my lover will visit me here. There is so much noise. Every few minutes a jet in comes in low or a prop job swings down like a kamikaze. There is an airport at the end of my street. The New Age people say that you choose all these things, choose the cars and trucks and airplanes, me and all of my neighbors. Well, maybe this is true, maybe we can't live without all this God damn noise. Maybe I need the noise to write poems, make love, and eat. I'm going to hang a sign out my window that says More Noise Please, or Thank You For Making Noise! Maybe we are the kind of people who need to have what we don't want just to get along, to do the basic things. Myself, I could not sleep last night and I could not close the window, either. I tried to tear the window out of its frame and put it in a closed position, banging and ripping with a hammer and a screwdriver, standing on the window ledge in my socks, three stories up. But the window wouldn't come out, the factory was screaming and the trucks were rumbling and the whole world was praying for silence and it was up to me to shut the window and I couldn't get it down. I was just making more noise. A jet went by and all the people waved. "Thanks!," I yelled as the shift changed without a lull in production at the big plant across the street. The workers lined up at the bus stop, watching me with my hammer in the window. I put sponge stoppers in my ears but I can't stand those things for more than a few minutes. Finally I put my head between two pillows. It is the same every night. I love it. I need it. "Without you I could not live! I would not have written this poem!," I yell, the window dangling half on, half off.

Looking for Your Own Face

flibbertigibit — Fri, 14 Jul 2006 05:02:31 GMT

Your face is neither infinite nor ephemeral. You can never see your own face, only a reflection, not the face itself. So you sigh in front of mirrors and cloud the surface. It's better to keep your breath cold. Hold it, like a diver does in the ocean. One slight movement, the mirror-image goes. Don't be dead or asleep or awake. Don't be anything. What you most want, what you travel around wishing to find, lose yourself as lovers lose themselves, and you'll be that. - Attar

Oh leave me not an omnibus!

flibbertigibit — Wed, 12 Jul 2006 22:39:52 GMT

O, leave me not an omnibus Present me not with trains But just give me an appletree A slender slimy appletree With budding fruity brains. Whilst making treacly gingerbread Present me not with trains For fear I'll take the anglepoise The stout, the roughened anglepoise Which glimmers down the drains. Let no electric toaster come Present me not with trains Da deedle eedle do dum da Perum ti tum ti do dum da Until the cows come home. Electric playthings I abhor O train me not with gifts But show me wisdom's cavity Samantha's foul depravity The same that shut the door.

On the Makahs Turf

flibbertigibit — Fri, 30 Jun 2006 04:58:03 GMT

Me and my brother spent last monday driving the Olympic Peninsula. We ended up going to Cape Flattery, at the northwest tip of the peninsula. I saw many natural wonders. Bald eagles, sea lions bathing on a rock, cormorants and finally, quite a gathering of tufted puffins. A peculiar mirage / lensing effect made the distant shore of Vancouver Island appear to be a cliff. Later we went once again to Hurricane Ridge to look at the mountains before the snow melt was on. Up in the mountains at 8:00 at night and a tshirt was fine. It's amazing how many tsunami warning signs have appeared seemingly overnight in all the coastal byways. If we get a shallow quake near the shore, signs aren't going to do much good I fear. Typical of me to end a blog with a croaking of doom. But I saw Tufted Puffins!

Everything Old is New Again

flibbertigibit — Thu, 22 Jun 2006 00:30:13 GMT

This is a fascinating time to live, and I don't mean burning man. http://www.darkage.fsnet.co.uk/ A dark age is a time without government, without trade, and without any sense of community. It is a time of everyone for him or herself. During a dark age, mere survival is the only concern. No one has the leisure for any higher activity, including keeping records. That is why a dark age is dark. Its principal feature is that we know nothing of what took place in it. A dark age is a melting pot when the old, corrupt and exhausted institutions of a failed society are finally broken down and destroyed. Something new and better suited to human needs can then be built up in their place.

I've devolved into Meme Making

flibbertigibit — Tue, 13 Jun 2006 22:35:28 GMT

Sue me. It's something to do ain't it! I AIN'T DEFENSIVE!!! 4 Jobs I've Had in My Life... 1. Scrimshaw artist...my first job! 2. Graveyard shift drug delivery boy for Swedish Hospital 3. Dishwasher at Jake O' Shaunnessy...worth it for the leftovers 4. Packaging for Microsoft 4 Movies I Could Watch Over and Over... 1. 2001: A Space Oddysey 2. Dead Man 3. Blue Velvet 4. City of Lost Children 4 Places I've lived... 1. Deception Pass, WA 2. Kirkland, WA 3. Mercer Island, WA 4. Bellevue, WA 4 TV Shows I Love to Watch... 1. Deadwood 2. Firefly...er, used to. 3. Forensics Files 4. Good Eats 4 Places I've Been on Vacation... 1. Vienna, Austria 2. Bergen, Norway 3. Copenhagen, Denmark 4. Cape Blanco, Oregon 4 Websites I Visit Daily... 1. tribe.net 2. fark.com 3. komo.com 4. darkhorizons.com 4 of My Favorite Foods... 1. Dim Sum 2. Indian with an endless supply of chutneys, especially mint! 3. Fresh crab with butter 4. Thai, especially Tod Mun Pla and Phad Thai with lots of peanuts and extra lime juice. 4 Places I'd Rather be Right Now... 1. on the Oregon Coast 2. in a rain forest 3. in a huge european museum 4. a japanese rock garden