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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.

concentrating

The idea is gone. Having a hard time navigating thoughts through the television drone and Jf's (changed his nickname from jmk to Jf) conversation schedule, which is start whenever and become intense about any subject quickly and for a long time. I am used to long hours alone in the studio. I wish I could get the television down to a drone level in my mind. Television news, Jf's latest choice for background drone, a curious choice knowing Jf, the sound of it snaps my mind to a sort of everyman grid. The sound of it blocks me from getting deep in there where I need to be while painting. I am stuck to a grid of thoughts suitable for pleasant conversation in line at the DMV. I may as well copy the side of a tissue box and try to sell it to large hospitals for their waiting rooms.

That was just a paragraph of the thoughts I have when the tv goes on. The same thoughts so many times i have them in picture form, and no, they would not make a good painting.

Virgin Mobile in Australia is using flickr images in their ads, supposedly ones liscenced for public use in advertising. Here is the flickr group debating the ads, and here is the ad site. Some of them have not so kind captions like this one.

I like the interior of this bar/restaurant. It is darker than pictured, so the visually prodominant elements are the darkness, the backs of the tall benches, and the neon sign. I did not at all convey the charm of this interior with my photos. I needed a wider angle lense, or maybe to pay better attention to photogrtaphing. I was pretty lack luster, as you can see they are out of focus.

Cute cartoons and words on creativity.

Found on Gapingvoid.com

Location: failed painting.

For a painter, at least this painter, looking at a painting that does not work, for whatever reason, is like staring at some creeping abyss of failure. As a teacher at the design school where Jmk once worked said, "there is only one student film, and you only get to see parts of it here and there". Failed painting is a place, one I don't like to visit in my own studio, let alone some gallery or cafe or dentist's walls.

Dragon fly by my front door.

Artists are easy targets, fine, but I get tired of hearing about it. Art is that strange territory between reality and any number of things: that that transcends into the subconscious, the perfect analogy both emotional and cerebral, a clearer explanation, a way in general society uses to work things out, the list goes on. A side effect of getting to this place is a number of behaviors that are not the easiest for society to handle. While living cerebraly in the perspective it takes to make art, we artists do things that may appear to be odd to the rest of society. That said, if you are going to make most of your friends and acquaintances artists, you may consider the constant complaining about overall horrid traits of artists quickly becomes tiresome. The actor who uses the method of living as his character, which then becomes your all time favorite, follows a pattern that is easily observed. Hey pal, we're soaking in it.

No one wants to hear "Stop calling it a fake project, when is the last time anyone paid you thousands of dollars for your 'real' art?". Hearing about how we are such criminals and frauds gets old after a while. I appreciate your opinion that we/I may be of more use to society flipping burgers, but for me to get any work done here, kindly just tell me once and step away.

Oh, so hung over. Big party involving bbq, watching the neighborhood fireworks on a friend's roof as a steady stream of people stopped in from various parties. Low key relaxation, dancing on the roof and talked art with a few people. Talked with the latest excommunicatee from Pod land whom I had not seen in a while and a non artist who likes artists. I need to talk to more non-artists who love artists, of course also those who put money behind this, partons of the arts. I never really needed this kind of encouragement before, for whatever reason I now find that it is nice.

Someone broke the side window out of our Volvo waggon. I am of course convinced I saw the bozos who did it from the roof. A row of clowns walking along in a straight line with pillow cases and bags filled with what could have been fireworks, but one of them purposefully veered off through an alley, without saying anything to the others. Usually if someone from a group leaves, people say see ya, goodbye. He wasn't going to pee because they did not wait for him. So there. I assumed they were not going to break into our car, as there are more swanky cars parked in front of the bar. That is a hunch, but I am sure they mistook his swag Siemens briefcase for a laptop bag . Jmk agrees.

I sent a URL for this video with my email invite to karaoke. Its Nina Hagen presenting the song "New York New York"