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Stranger Times

Posted on March 8, 2011

the Horror

Apocalypse Sheen, "Charlie don't surf!"

What cracks me up is how much CHARLIE Sheen sounds like Colonel Kurtz from "Appocalypse Now" right before Martin Sheen sacrificed him to the gods of the land of Tigers—

The heart of darkness is a coked-up fiend down the river his father tread to seal the devil that makes beasts of us all…

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Palliativity 120: Self Injection

Posted on March 3, 2011

Self Injection

Chronic-pain isn't a diagnosis, it's a Lifestyle.

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Palliativity 119: Neo-Victorian & Retro-Future

Posted on February 24, 2011

There are ruddy-bloody Snakes on this ruddy-bloody Dirigible!!!

Airships to the Orient. Wind-up rockets to the moon. Goggles, monocles and top-hats. Velcro, spandex and jetpacks.

Steam-powered adventures and rocket-fueled nights.

Romancing the world in a dance of oblivion, we settle for the dreams of another age. A simpler time when Capitalism fought Communism. A more elegant age of colonies and spices.

Escapism from the information deluge with Jules Verne and Asimov. Cyberpunk in the boredom of a child with a tablet pc in its lap.

We've been to the moon and 20,000 leagues under. We've obliterated the atom and mapped the darkest jungle.

Don't rest on Apathy, the god of laziness. Be clever and always pushing limits— fool Father-Time:

Make tomorrow come today.

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Palliativity 117: Wishing

Posted on February 10, 2011

Daruma: it's merely a flesh wound

Sometimes I wonder what it's like to lose control— Watching a top spinning out just before it falls, a seductive dance between gravity and inertia. Entropy in the swaying hips of a lover; the catch of breath before the end.

I used to think that the battery-acid feeling of dread I experienced on occasion was tachyons surging backwards from the inevitable. Once you've split the atom, there's no going back. Einstein unmaking reality in the physics of dreams, delivered to your doorstep at the speed of C.

"It's so safe to play along.
Little soldiers in a row.
Falling in and out of love.
Something sweet to throw away.
I want something good to die for,
To make it beautiful to live.
I want a new mistake, losers more than hesitate.
Do you believe it in your head?"
- Queens of the Stone Age- Go With the Flow

Plato's fantasy play of shadows doesn't work in the land of burnt silhouettes. With art we split the fundamental particles of our dreams— creativity bursting out and backwards through time. Here's wishing.

See you on the otherside—

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Palliativity 116: Powershot

Posted on February 3, 2011

Cannon Powershot S30

It's not all about the camera. It's not about the pixel count or the
memory card.

"A photograph can be an instant of life captured for eternity
that will never cease looking back at you." -Brigitte Bardot

An Amazon review is worth a thousand words.
For my pictures, the goal is to leave the viewer breathless.

  • • Timing
  • • Framing
  • • Movement
  • • Perspective

The most important function of the camera I took to Japan in 2005 was that I could turn off the synthetic shutter noise—

I could only shoot for about 5 hrs a day before both of my lithium-batteries died. The largest card I had was 256MB, smaller than a sitcom on iTunes and as big as a silver dollar. I had to download the photos every night to my laptop in order to be able to shoot again the next day.

In 3 weeks, I shot 3751 photos (2.36gb or 104 rolls of Kodachrome)
and I'm still hungry for more.

I shall return.

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Palliativity 115 :)

Posted on January 27, 2011

me

I've been asked recently if i'm happy. The answer: Yes. Really? YUP...

Growing up different is tough, but the lessons learned are invaluable. Chronic-physical pain has a temporing power like the forging of iron; a violent reminder of what strength is and how it must be paid for. I have never stopped being fascinated with life; the world is more beautiful than a mere plastic bag in the wind. Happiness: the sea against the sand; a constant, surging restructuring of life, excitement and all its fractalled randomness... with a LoLcat on top.

This blog isn't just about agnst. My life isn't all about pain.

Here's a pretty normal day for me:

  • Wake up a bit opiate-groggy, to find a love note from my parter on the kitchen table
  • Take to the first floor of our 3-flat to drop down at my desk
  • Share coffee with my father/boss over a little edgy sitcom banter to warm-up our minds
  • Do graphic design, web-work and get some art-work done, blog?
  • ice/lidocaine/analgesics/lunch when necessary
  • Teach judo to special needs kids and am thankful for the chance to share the purest smiles         and most genuine laughter on earth
  • Return home to the arms of my partner and a warm meal
  • reassess, regroup and medicate, goodnightkiss*
  • *insomnia optional

    Although I am certainly of my generation in some regards, I know that I don't really fit in to the crowd—> I am 27, married and live in a multigenerational household (with my parents in the family homestead) and work part-time in the famliy bussiness. I have three part-time jobs actually, and have multiple volunteer/community commitments as well. I was able to get my bachelor's in 4 years without loans and have surprisingly put what I learned at college to use EVERY DAY.

    My current situation is somewhat unbelievable to the Greatest Generation. By my age, they had the secure job, three kids and more than one good suit. They would have already bought the house and the car in that neighboorhood with the good school. We still live in that same house. They didn't spend half of their paychecks on medicine. I'm sure they'd still rather have a jet-pack than an electric car, but when you've been rocketting along on excess, it's hard to settle for the future that has been wrought.

    Fight the Future -------------------

    My grandparents, imprisoned, looked out into the cloudless desert sunset and knew that somewhere beyond this cage was a land of the free. Somewhere there was a place for them to call home. Whenever I doubt myself or my direction, I look back to the past and remember. With a little gaman, we'll make out alright, just like they did.

    ---------------… Save the Past

    I'm happy with where I am though. As much as I have studied, conducted interviews and created artwork about the 40s and 50s, I like the present and anticipate an even stranger, more wonderous future... possibly with jetpacks 🙂

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