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Friday, January 18, 2008

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 19:45:49 GMT

Hi! I've Been Watching the Political Process on the TeeVee

and i have come to feel thusly:

here's to a system that allows south carolina (north carolina's ugly sister) to thin the proverbial herd of candidates.

yeehaw.

yawn.

(that movie, sunshine, was better than i thought it'd be. yo.)

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 20:07:50 GMT

warehouse window / river arts district, ashevilleNC

need to delve in this place more. yep.

window 1

window 2

old house windows.

denis johnson has always been amazing (well, mostly). read jesus' son for the quick cult fix, but read already dead and angels and maybe stars at noon for some more to chew on. this one is king hell good, though...and the nat book award agrees.

yay for books.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Sat, 01 Dec 2007 00:00:16 GMT

another world less // an echo

lobo, my grandfather's dog, died recently. that dog was his joy. lobo was scared of the slick hall floor and would never go down that way after the first time he tried and predictably skittered and splayed, but when my grandfather was in his deathbed down that hall, in that far room, and he called, lobo went.

the old man a wisp of wrung pain and the dog, with the caution of a cat, finally there by the bed at his dangling hand.

regal, lethal...i love a german shepherd.

bye, lobo.

ghost unto ghost / sad passage

Friday, October 19, 2007

Fri, 19 Oct 2007 22:39:46 GMT

some guns

get back. she's got a gun. she's done with it, and you best back on up out the door, mister.

this is the ghost pistol.

it's from the american indian musem in dc. only i did stuff to it. now it is ghost pistol. it will make whitey pay.

ghost pistol will shoot a ethereal ammo through the ether and ethics, so don't even bother ducking if your heart ain't darn close to pure, sir.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 02:33:36 GMT

I'm Over Here Now

yes, i'm south now. way south. a higher elevation, too. i can see the pisgah range when i drive down the mountain to go anywhere. got trees most all around the house...tall ones. like you look out a second floor window into a wall of green--and now some brown, orange and fall foliage coming in.

anyway, juggling a lot of projects right now. trying to find some balance in a new life, new place, new space.

this is about the most industrially aggressive place around. then again, the lake wouldn't exist if the power plant weren't there. anyway, it's our own little sliver of new jersey ugly.

no swimming. no wading. so sorry.

and there i was, wanting to stride right into the shallows and spear fish.

no matter where you go, they's always a lot of fuckin' rules.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Tue, 24 Jul 2007 01:52:37 GMT

Korea

the challenge of imparting knowledge to the youth of a foreign land ain't nothin' to spit at, yo.

i am so fucking huge and ogre-esque and old.

o where the hair? o where the abs?

i'm also hunched and tense...but they did get me to flash the "V" sign.

"it's for victory" she declared.

"what the hell'd we win?" he replied.

i don't think she quite got that. oh well. it's a limited range of communication, really. but they're gone now--off to boston or nyc or where ever the hell it is they go before their draining flight back to seoul. anyway, i'm doing my part to strengthen korean-american ties. might be the last year i do this....

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 11:42:33 GMT

ma soeur

my sister defenestrated yesterday.

i get a call at about 6pm saying my sister fell out of her kitchen window and was in the hospital. some old man found her and helped her call mom, that she was cut up pretty badly, and that an ambulance had taken my sis away.

that will put a different slant on your evening.

she lives in an old victorian house cut up into apartments in a historic district, and her kitchen window is not too high off the ground...but then there's a second one, above the fridge, and if it were that one...different physics involved. plummet.

so i call my mom as i drive home from work and all she says is, "i'll call you back, the doctor just came out," and she hangs up. so now i'm a little freaked out by this...and it's three hours later before i get ahold of my ma.

turns out they just went back to my sister's apartment where, ma said, "well, there's blood and glass all over the floor...and outside, too. we just walked in. (sigh) we got burritos."

say what?

oh, ma couldn't call earlier from the hospital and was driving at night and didn't want to call, and they were starving so they went to urban burrito (awesome) and my sister only had some bandages and didn't even get any good painkillers. turns out she was trying to change the screen in one of these old-style windows and it shattered. she pitched halfway out, then lurched back and landed hard, all cut up and stunned on the linoleum. some old man heard her screaming, came inside, and was wrapping her cuts with towels, and when my sis said she was going to faint, they called for the ambulance.

so, technically, she did not defenestrate (but i got to use the word, at least) since she did not go out the window.

so, how was your evening?

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Wed, 13 Jun 2007 17:38:31 GMT

Screaming Skullz and Inflicted Religion

this is a few weeks back, but i went to the american indian museum in dc for the first time. i can see why many people find it a confusing museum...not a lot of artifacts, but more informative displays with a lot of everyday modern items mixed with older, tribal relics. it's an amazing design, though, and the upstairs exhibits are properly sobering.

i dig psychedelic screaming skulls, yo.

one room has guns of all kinds on one side of a display, and on the other are bibles translated into many indian languages, along with some indian-crafted jesus/mary icons.

hey, zeus!

and here's mary, all aquamarine. (ok, so i messed with the zoom while shooting and then colorized a little bit for effect.)

of course, these are idiotic interpretations of jesus since he is not blond and blue-eyed, and mary does not seem to have norwegian cheekbones like the more famous depictions in the national gallery's flemish masters chambers. silly indians. manifest destiny is a bitch.

Friday, June 08, 2007

Fri, 08 Jun 2007 12:01:53 GMT

i bought a house

it is a pyschedelic bordello compound of the weird. it's an odd box shape.

or just a house in an old neighborhood outside of Asheveille (aka Trashville, Assville, or Ashevegas), NC.

one acre, big trees, deck, at end of long cul-de-sac. two levels and basement. lots of garages.

no mountain view or fireplace, though. concessions are a bitch.

needs a little work. the owner loved rose pink walls, for example (shockingly, i don't).

the deck needs some fixing where they took out an above ground pool (thank god), but that's easy.

from the back...i'll have to get better photos. i'm going down there today to see it empty for the first time...so i'll put up more later (not that anyone else should or would care, really, but it will be my main focus for a while).

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Tue, 05 Jun 2007 17:36:15 GMT

told you it was good

cormac mccarthy won the pulitzer prize for fiction. just found out he was on oprah today. oh well, missed it. no problem, the road is a great book and i'm glad it won the prize.

currently reading michael ondaatje's new book, divisadero. he's up to his good stuff again yet again. this one more fragmented and dreamy than anil's ghost. more english patient-y, i guess you could say. i have a signed first ed. of one of his first poetry books in hardback. i'm almost famous.