Tuesday, December 26, 2006

The Dwej

Dude.  We live in the Dwej.  D.W.E.J.  Dovercourt-Wallace Emerson-Junction.  


Monday, December 25, 2006

bag balm

Bag Balm!

For bunches, caked bags, cuts, sore teats, chapping, and inflammation!

Strikes into the milk glands allaying irritation, relieving congestion and softening the tissues. IT heals the skin troubles and makes the teats soft and pliable. A few applications relieve the worst cases. Bag Balm is soothing, healing, and penetrating.

For sore teats and hard milkers, apply the balm one hour before the night milking and one immediately after the morning milking. For bunches in the bag, first use warm water with a cloth and when dry apply the balm with fingers and rub well with the palm of the hand for 15 or 20 minutes. This should be done night and morning.

For veterinary use only.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Departing Dark Sides of Sleeplessness

Recounting from an email:

"An email floated out at work this morning that two tickets to the sold out Roger Waters (from Pink Floyd) show were available from someone's friend who couldn't make it. In my morning delirium that hadn't yet recovered from Sunday night's lack of sleep and last night's impromptu-movie-induced lack of sleep, it didn't even register mentally with me. Delete.

An hour later BW walks into my office and asks if I want to go. Sure I said, sufficiently motivated in that a show like this might never happen again, and despite the price, so he arranges to buy the tickets, which the prior owner made a trip in to work to drop off. Says a lot for the usefulness of in-person conversation over email.

Left work a little early and skipped dinner to drive down to Mountain View. No opening band. Seats were center of the second section back, not bad for last minute.

First set of the show was an assortment of Pink Floyd songs and Roger's solo stuff. Lots of fun graphics and fire and video and a giant inflatable pig with the words "impeach bush" spray-painted on its butt and some other assorted stuff. A particularly cool presentation for this anti-war song "Leaving Beirut," the whole backing video was presented as a graphic novel with drawings telling the story that the song is about.

Fifteen minute break. Trader Joe's new kind of granola bar is too damn sweet. Not buying those again.

Second set of the show was The Dark Side of The Moon from beginning to end. 'nuff said. I'm not the world's biggest Pink Floyd fan, but it's incredible music to hear live. Especially for being 33 years old.

Encore was three The Wall songs, including Another Brick in the Wall, Part 2 and closing with Comfortably Numb."

Coupled with an inpromptu birthday trip for CH followed by a seeing of Martin Scorsese's The Departed (which was excellent) and two late nights of movie making, Friday night reached a point of tiredness that threatens your walls of reality. The perfect time to see Michel Gondy's "The Science of Sleep!" Walls of reality beaten shattered and turned inside out.

NP: "Death of a President D.I.Y." Atari Teenage Riot, "Little Lies" Fleetwood Mac, MOSH "Eminem"

Tuesday, September 12, 2006


The image collection groweth:


Burning Cord

Tied up in your Maya frustrations?

Cords might make your minute!

But alas, they burn....


Wednesday, August 30, 2006

New Order Joe

"Hey Joe, what'cha doing?"


Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Hum Hey Hum Hey Hum Hey Hum Hey
Hum Hey Hum Hey hum Hey Hum Hey

Monday, July 17, 2006



This is what you are.

Everyone else knows you're lying.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006


The First Peep Death: Laceration

The first in a series of five short films that I found. They were apparently produced under extremely severe budget constraints and with complete software overkill. Someone has it out for these poor purple concoctions of chemical schploodge.


Small mov

Big mov

Friday, March 03, 2006

snow coffee snow

snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow coffee snow snow snow snow snow.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

not enough art

i'm beginning to think that art, by nature, is self destructive.

you create and create and find yourself getting somewhere only to find that somewhere has gone somewhere else. hopefully we recognize this. i think we do far too rarely. how do we tell?

excellent question and i have no idea what the answer is, only pseudo profound statements claiming nonsense ideas to fulfill some ambition of creating an interesting blog post. so as s.k. said of the trip up the tower, stop now, or be lead where you want not to be lead.

creation leads to pseudo-sentience. the creation becomes artifically self important in our minds and only by destroying it time and again do we find what it wants to be. at some point, touch by nature [1] kills more than it creates.

we become what we create. is this good or bad? i don't know. i think, for the self, it is a healthy form of growth. i think, for the created, it damages. it moves from being what it is to being what we are and that divide breaks down and the created becomes the murk in between.

perhaps creation should be done both ways. creation with self projection to find ouselves so that we can move on to creation without to create what wants to be created.

creation of what wants to be with rejection of self to destroy preconcetions and cyclic incestuous self dilluding manifestations of selfish self. to find where we ought to be and not where we are.

lo! hahr! and ak-analleka!

how do we fix it? step back once in a while and destroy it and bring it down to nothing to find where it has gone while we were high on where it was.

alle ist die scheisse.

np: "drowning man," u2

[1] heisenberg. i had to put an academic style citation for sake of absurdity. go drink some nitro glicerine.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

guns and safety devices

i was at an ohio wal*mart with my brother while home for christmas and such. he needed to buy boating flares, saftey alert beacons that shoot off sparks to warn people you're in trouble and to call for help. he had to show his id and have the salesperson get them out from behind lock and key behind the counter.

turning around to leave, they had various kinds of gun ammo sitting on the shelves where anyone taller than 3 1/2 feet could probably reach.