Democrats try to secure the ADD vote.

Yahoo mash-up debates.
I like this format, very organized for quick reference. Good for watching a little at a time, possibly paying closer attetion. The problem is, can people really choose the best candidate if its easier to ignore the ones they are not so hot on? Maybe its a good way chop up long debates/programs after they have aired.

(edit: Earlier, some unfinished version was posted by accident)

Found on the net: Kanchi photo.

Foolie Coolie and Berry, originally uploaded by divi2007.

Internet Subculture

Imagine an entire hotel filled with people who enjoy an extreme and highly organized form of making fun of people on the net. Ok, maybe just one floor of a hotel, but it is happening, in Chicago, at the end of the month. Please collect the cap letters in order from this nonsensical sentence for the link:

when i was Little i Used to Love to go to the Zoo. CONstantly i would rush to DO my homework fast To then COax My mom into taking me.

If this is your thing, good luck. I would assume it was a sting operation, or that some unhinged youtube video "director" would infiltrate, packing heat, and do a big mow-down during the cosplay contest.

They used an image of Kanchi!

UNIQLOCK

After a minute I am dancing along.
Found on Twitter timeline.

[Edit 9/25 I guess they change the music every few days. Went back and my peppy music and dance was gone, replaced with women who look sleepy]

Jmk (what was his name for here again?) brings his laptop over to the desk and we work together on a project.



Cat. We got her high on cat nip in preparation for Kitten Day. Monday, we're gettin' a kitten! providing the Fe Luke test goes ok. Art historians please note: Jmk likes to drink water out of a mason jar. Folksy ways, duly noted.

Working on collages that seem to please me for some reason. Drawings over flattened security envelope patterns in computation book. Photos soon, much layout-style stuff. Terribly sleepy, but feel like doing one more...

Monday is kitten day. We're gettin' a kitten.

As the twitter states, yesterday night a long limo stopped in front of my studio and a bunch of drunk women in extremely short skirts and high heels staggered out after someone had projectile vomited. They asked for paper towels. One woman caught some down in the back of her low rider jeans. Her friend helped her wipe it out of her ass, then tried to hand me the towel to throw away. She did sort of turn it inside out for me. I didn't take it.

Here is an example of street art that works. Ok, not the best written account, and I would skip the comments, except the ones from the guy who wrote the article.

art

I saw an art instillation in a gallery of a woman dressed in business clothes seated at a typewriter, typing. This was years ago, but I still think about it from time to time. She typed for the length of the gallery opening, maybe even started in the morning for a full eight hours typing a stream of consciousness. Gallery goers could check her work, and they did, even returning to the gallery when the page was done to see if they had been mentioned, and what she had typed (she liked my shoes, this was back when I was wearing Swear shoes). It was a nice way to show how hard being an artist is in office job terms, we make it up, all of it.

When I say we make it up, I mean everything, not just the art itself. Being an artist is often like declaring you have become a freelance whatever, that time before your first client. Sure, there are hierarchies, bench marks, determiners, validating agents, etc: galleries, patrons, awards, critics, curators, buyers, the list goes on. That all disappears (or of course, may pile on and hamper the precess) in search for the next thing. Milton Resnick once said, and I am paraphrasing here, that the artist goes down low in the depths of despair when the next idea does not come. It is a terrible place. The artist can make up little tricks and plans that keep working, to avoid such pitfalls, wanting never to visit such a state again. The minute these avoidance techniques are deployed, all chance of growing as an artist is lost. (he didn't mention how to weather nasty comments about the artist really only knowing about makeup or fashion, but I wing it).

Spaced on the last paragraph...

MSNBC says its ok to poop.

After republican sen. Larry Craig is busted in a men's room gay sex sting, MSNBC assures millions of clenched-up hetro men they are not signaling foer gay sex and that it is OK to poop. MSNBC brought on an expert who gave a definitive run down of what is and is not a signal to initiate gay sex in a men's room. This means sales for Taco Bell's new Grande Quesadilla should remain intact, plus there is new meaning for their slogan "think outside the bun". (also "the fourth meal").

Technorati Profile

All kinds of alarm bells go off in my head when a web site requires a password from another web site. I aways am convinced I have surfed onto a fake site, or wonder about the security of their verification process. I learned computers from people who told stories of punishment for leaving unsecured open terminals: your buddies write a threatening letter to the white house with your account. I also don't like that these sites are getting the general public used giving out passwords. Technorati offers an alternative verify blog ownership, the embedded link above.

Here is a free disposable pocket organizer you can print on the computer.
http://www.pocketmod.com/

Tired

Exhausted. Running on a few hours sleep a night is taking its toll.
No photos of anything I have done in the past few weeks. Here is a photo of dried lemon on notebook paper I took a while ago. Hopefully back to writing soon, so exhausted I can barely concentrate.

Two new pairs of nice headphones are solving the studio noise problem. This has made for some pretty intense Japanese language studying.