Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Buster, The Man
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Capt'n's Log
Current Log: The Swiss Roll
This month's lady problem is the backlash slasher movie, again. Doesn't happen to me often, but when it does, I'll tell you what. Like dialysis where half of my body weight and life force, in blood, is drained out of my lady hole. Iron pills, red whine, coconut donut= my one shot at living to see my grand daughter's Bat Mitzvah. Next year in Jerusalem. The other fucking awesome thing I've realized is, peri fucking manopause. That's what's wrong with me. Speaking of backlash. It's not nice, will not be nice for the next 8 years. People will be cut, there will be blood on the walls, and not just squirting from my PUSSYHOLE, either. I'm sorry. All friends and loved ones should dump me now, before the going gets tuff.Friday, June 05, 2009
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Lettuce Alone
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Rosanna Bruno: extraordinary painter of beautiful things, excellent person in general
Rosanna BrunoNew Paintings
May 28th - June 21, 2009
Opening Reception:
Saturday, May 30, 6-8pm
Gallery Hours:
Thursday - Monday: 10:00 - 5:30pm
John Davis Gallery
362 1/2 Warren Street
Hudson, NY 12534
Rosanna Bruno
Monday, April 13, 2009
Let us now praise these famous Gentlemen!
Proud Union brothers, loyal to each other through thick and thin.
Each risking his own life for the lives of the others.
Monday, March 23, 2009
I have a question,
and that is:
what is wrong with men?
Figure (1) hmmm...
Figure (2) Commando Anus Face
Figure (3) Tender Moments
what is wrong with men?
Figure (1) hmmm...
Figure (2) Commando Anus Face
Figure (3) Tender Moments
Saturday, March 14, 2009
The Kids of Today are Clearly Alright
Surprise surprise, another great show by Forever, the band that gives us hope for the future.Sheana's vocals are stronger than ever, and have gotten even more nuanced and expressive. She sounds great. Jen's standout bass lines kick mega butt, son, plus her voice works perfectly with Sheana's in their well written harmony moments. Joel's fast drumming is very precise and disciplined, yet he gives it a free and expressive feeling. Their new addition, Joe, fills out and grounds their sound a whole lot on his hollow body guitar. Clean, bright and strong are the qualities that struck me about Forever's blossomed sound. Everything seems right now. I hereby declare that these talented kids must keep on keeping on.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Capt'n's Log
Imagine my delight when upon meeting the leader of one of my favorite bands, The Aisler's Set, I found out that she was visiting California to surf! I tried not to bombard her with my intense fan energy. Whether or not it worked I cannot say. How does one reconcile shyness with excitement? One probably does not!We agreed to surf every day. After fiveish days of good waves together at PV cove, I was ultimately amazed by the fact that some people, who are in my opinion among the best pop song writers around, are also naturally gifted at surfing. I think she said she'd only been surfing a year and a half. Whatever, some people just have it like that. They understand impossible things. The rest of us struggle just to keep our heads above water. It's cool. In three years she will be amazing. For 2009, Linton takes the Rookie of the Year Award.
David Nuuhiwa, The Supertones
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Monday, February 02, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Who let the dogs out
Urijah Faber, aka "The California Kid," has brought it again, defeating Jens Pulver for the second time last night at the San Diego Sports Arena. This puts his record at 22-2. Okay?
We didn't see how empty our little lives were till last night, when we experienced for the first time the extreme world of live mixed martial arts/cage fighting. Holy smokes. The audience was a sea of choad with scattered strippers and a few rocker moms, ALL OF WHOM went wild when Urijah came out into the arena. We were like whoa, he is completely a superstar in the world of cage fighting. Dick Blu immediately started freaking out with worry over cousin Urijah's safety, but he totally kicked butt like some sort of ninja, and it was all over in under 2 minutes. Turns out the world's sweetest guy in real life is a killer in the cage. At 5'6" and 145 lbs., he may not be large, but he is evidently in charge.
I nearly died of shock when I went out to two events in one weekend, the other one being the Thorns of Life show in Long Beach.
This was my favorite song:
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Scared Rabbit
Friday, December 19, 2008
Everyone in the car. Fieldtrip to Salvation Mountain for D. Blue's bday...
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Geoffrey Chadsey at Jack Shaiman
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Snatch
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
I can't stop crying.
Never in my entire life have I felt any kind of joy or even true belief in our political system. As far back as I can remember, my soul has craved human liberation and awakening. That impossible dream, that great paradigm shift now seems possible. Right now, anything seems possible.
Monday, November 03, 2008
"Shows in different area codes" that I have missed/will miss, sadly.
Unbreak My Heart at Pluto
starring Rosanna Bruno.
Right now I'm feeling Creamsicle.
Floating Weeds, Angela Dufresne's solo show at Galleria Glance in Turin. My current fave painting of this group is A Tree House for Roky Erickson.
The Greater New York Smudge Cleanse, by Jeanine Oleson. It's been brought.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Team Shredder Book of the Month Club
Thursday, October 30, 2008
World Champs!
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Jackson 1998-2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
I heart Heart even more now
This is real. Click on the realness to enlarge and read them reading McChoad.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
From A Left Wing
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
HALF WAY TO 88 by SUNDAY 9/21
The Capt'n's Special Day....
is almost here!
It seemed so far. But now? Its near.
Her Special Day.
Why can't it last?
Her Special Day
...will soon
...be...
past.
is almost here!
It seemed so far. But now? Its near.
Her Special Day.
Why can't it last?
Her Special Day
...will soon
...be...
past.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
plus also
art camp art camp!
Rock on Campers! We who remain squirming in this mortal coil of the everywhere else called not-art-camp salute you! How we long to see your muddy knees lined up in front of the couch at night and dream of eating tasey bites of crisps from your exhalted paint-covered fingers in the mornings, of afternoons hiding in the reeds to catch wild turkeys in our teeth. 
Thursday, August 14, 2008
S is for Soothing
It's possible that anxiety sometimes occurs. Shuttling dear friend with badly broken wrist to and from hospital could possibly spur an episode. Seeing the disturbing negatives might only make it worse. Thinking of dear friend with no medical or disability insurance, or, now, livelihood might encourage a person to become nervous. Waving goodbye to The Mrs., who is embarking on a 10-day intensive, outdoor teaching gig in the 120 degree desert heat could be upsetting, knowing that before The Mrs. gets home, certain people will have already left to go back to Philadelphia to care for suicidally depressed favorite uncle with multiple, potentially fatal health issues. Even the cats are worrisome. Coyotes circle the house at night, shrieking maniacally. Locking cats in before dark gave a partial sense of security, til the more feral one of the two was recently spotted running after, not from, a coyote. All other good friends nearby are desperately broke and in trouble.
Bandits lurk in the shadows, waiting to pounce. Skeletons laugh at me. What trouble waits beyond tomorrow?
Let us think of what is soothing:
Rice.
Mom's old copy of Say it in Yiddish.
The theme song from Room 222.
And when the chips are REALLY down....purring kitty.
Bandits lurk in the shadows, waiting to pounce. Skeletons laugh at me. What trouble waits beyond tomorrow?
Let us think of what is soothing:
Rice.
Mom's old copy of Say it in Yiddish.
The theme song from Room 222.
And when the chips are REALLY down....purring kitty.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Blorkra, a Tragic Figure
A new Werk is in the Werks, and although it is too early and I do not feel at liberty to speak of it at length, I will say that it has something to do with Blorkra, pictured at right. Blorkra: post-human, all-feeling, vulnerable. Awaiting inevitable attack and possible murder at the hands of The Boat People. Wishing s/he had stayed put in the water, where it is much safer.
Monday, July 21, 2008
RESONATE/OBLITERATE
Monday, July 14, 2008
Team Shredder Book of the Month Club
Harsh tokes all around at Team Shredder HQ. The need for cleaning never ends, only my denial about it.
Today's goals:
1. Get dressed before 11:00 AM
2. Find shorts that don't scrape extreme sunburn on legs
3. Organize kitchen closet, aka "The Cyclone."
4. Deal with bushy bush front yard and existential parking lot back yard
5. Do at least 2 sun salutations and hang upside down on inversion table
6. Human contact
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Last Week in Sports
Who the hell cares about the World Cup or the US Open?
What I found to be the most helpful during the tough days with uncle Stan, in no particular order, were:
Venus and Serena at Wimbledon
The voice of Harry Kalas during the daily Phillies games. (We miss you, Ritchie Ashburn.)
Team USA Women's Softball.
We watched several games from their tour, including an exciting victory against Team Canada, and several others against college teams.
In Stanley's analysis, the pitchers rank in this order:
#1: Cat Osterman
#2: Jennie Finch
#3: Monica Abbott
We also very much enjoyed the big hitting of Crystl Bustos.
What I found to be the most helpful during the tough days with uncle Stan, in no particular order, were:
Venus and Serena at Wimbledon
The voice of Harry Kalas during the daily Phillies games. (We miss you, Ritchie Ashburn.)
Team USA Women's Softball.
We watched several games from their tour, including an exciting victory against Team Canada, and several others against college teams.
In Stanley's analysis, the pitchers rank in this order:
#1: Cat Osterman
#2: Jennie Finch
#3: Monica Abbott
We also very much enjoyed the big hitting of Crystl Bustos.Thursday, July 03, 2008
Our The Cap'n: Lover and Fighter
Dark days in Philadelphia, PA where our hero literally carries her uncle on her back to seven doctors per day, and also while she makes chopped liver sandwiches to feed to him so he can remember that he wants to live.
Friday, June 27, 2008
I just have to say, the show was literally amazing.
Five Fathoms Deep My Father Lies
There are about 5 print interviews coming out soon, which I'm very excited about. Much thanks and love to Aksioma and The City of Women.
...
Still recovering from jetlag, struggling with intense heat & humidity, and facing my dear uncle's harsh reality of poor health and deep sadness. I hope I can help him somehow.
Five Fathoms Deep My Father Lies
There are about 5 print interviews coming out soon, which I'm very excited about. Much thanks and love to Aksioma and The City of Women.
...
Still recovering from jetlag, struggling with intense heat & humidity, and facing my dear uncle's harsh reality of poor health and deep sadness. I hope I can help him somehow.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
My Major Bro-Down with Angela Dufresne
That's right, Douche #1 spent a couple weeks here in SoCal on an artist residency, which, I have to say, worked out really well for me.
First and foremost is a toss-up between fishing and her solo show, now up at Kinkead Contemporary. The show looks fabulous. What else can be said? Everybody at the opening had trouble picking their favorite paintings, because they all were so good. Later, Angie was again a big hit at the karaoke after party, singing such classics as Nothing Compares 2 Douche, Douche Look Like a Lady, and All The Young Douche. Even gree c, who literally hates karaoke, seemed to have a good time. Oh yes, gree c flew in for the opening. That's how she roll.
During her residency, Douche painted a beautiful new group of works, including portraits of The Mrs. as Gena Rowlands in Cassavetes' Opening Night, the excellent Coleen Hennessey and her horse, Gypsy, and myself as Charlie Chaplin in somethin' somethin', plus two kickass landscapes, one of which includes a quonset hut, my current favorite architectural structure. Perhaps even more favorite than Lautner's Chemosphere.
But maybe I should go see this place in person before I make my final judgment. P.S. I literally know somebody who had the chance to buy it "for a song" because it's possible that a murder happened there, but you didn't hear that from me, because I don't believe in gossip. Angie was bummed though that the Lautner show at the Hammer was not up yet when she was here. Me too.
Anyway, I hope the nice John Kinkead will have jpegs of her new group of works up soon. Homegirl did many beautiful paintings during her stay in Los Angeles. Whoa Douche, somebody is on fyah, and I'm not talking about the roof!
As if that weren't enough, somehow Douche found time in her busy artistic schedule to go fishing quite a few times. The height of our bro-down was the epic day that Douche and I went fishing and surfing all in one day. It was like Douche heaven on earth, but at sea. And reservoir. I say that because we fished at el Capitan Reservoir, it's worthy to note. And when I say "we" fished I mean "she" fished, while I did Jewish yoga (Oi, my back!) and stared out contemplatively at the scenery:
Fig. (a) Mysterious tower on the water
Fig. (b) Landscape nearby
Fig. (c) Mysterious tower on the road to the reservoir. This seemed significant.
Glaringly, depressingly absent from this photo essay is my cell phone pic of Douche triumphantly holding up her 12" big mouth bass. It was amazing, yup. I wish I could show you, but I am so retarded that I literally cannot get pictures off of my phone until my new plan takes effect in 24-48 hours from this morning, when I changed it. That bass was a beauty, though, for the 5 seconds that she had it out of the water till I freaked out and she threw it back.
From el Capitan we hit the road north to beautiful San Onofre.
It was a strange day for waves, though. Still high and mighty from the 12' big mouth bass and the cute wave that we caught together the day before at Tourmaline, we were a little let down by the weird, shifty peaks at San O. It was like getting thrown a curve ball. The waves would roll in, and as they got close, they would shift and sort of move over and pass us by to the side. I don't entirely blame us--everybody out there was struggling. At San O of all places. The waves were like 4-6 feet, but kind of crossed out because of coming from 2 different directions, and the tide was high enough to make them the kind of mushy that's hard to catch. We really had to be in the exact right spot to catch anything, which meant constant paddling against the current, and many tries. Eventually I figured it out, but Douche may not have had as pleasant of an experience because while she is a master fisherman, she does not get out to the Rockaways as often as she'd like, and anyway when she does, it's usually brutal dumping beach break there, from what I hear. Very unsubtle and non-conducive to longboarding, or life in general. Douchie don't have the luxury of nearby, easy, surfable conditions all year round. Having said that, it is worth noting that she fearlessly charged many overhead waves that day, like a champ. Who dat ninja?
Last, but most significant to me, was the building of my studio/modernist carport in my back yard. Douche was right there with me from the start.
Fig. 1(a) Overwhelming at first
Fig. 1 (b) Two heads are better than one
Fig. 1(c) Maritsa works, Harrison supervises, choad tries to look busy by caressing nearby ladder
Fig 1 (c) gree c saves the day by pulling everything together, as usual, choad stands there looking dumb, Maritsa practices pose for Rigid Tool calendar.
The finished product is an elegant, thrilling, and deceptively simple modernist structure that features a see-through corrugated roof, which will allow for many a poetical musing while gazing up into the lazy, shady canopy of pepper tree above. Pictures of finished product delayed due to cell phone problem, etc., etc.
But in the meantime, rest assured that it would fit right in as the carport to the Eames House.
First and foremost is a toss-up between fishing and her solo show, now up at Kinkead Contemporary. The show looks fabulous. What else can be said? Everybody at the opening had trouble picking their favorite paintings, because they all were so good. Later, Angie was again a big hit at the karaoke after party, singing such classics as Nothing Compares 2 Douche, Douche Look Like a Lady, and All The Young Douche. Even gree c, who literally hates karaoke, seemed to have a good time. Oh yes, gree c flew in for the opening. That's how she roll.
During her residency, Douche painted a beautiful new group of works, including portraits of The Mrs. as Gena Rowlands in Cassavetes' Opening Night, the excellent Coleen Hennessey and her horse, Gypsy, and myself as Charlie Chaplin in somethin' somethin', plus two kickass landscapes, one of which includes a quonset hut, my current favorite architectural structure. Perhaps even more favorite than Lautner's Chemosphere.
But maybe I should go see this place in person before I make my final judgment. P.S. I literally know somebody who had the chance to buy it "for a song" because it's possible that a murder happened there, but you didn't hear that from me, because I don't believe in gossip. Angie was bummed though that the Lautner show at the Hammer was not up yet when she was here. Me too.Anyway, I hope the nice John Kinkead will have jpegs of her new group of works up soon. Homegirl did many beautiful paintings during her stay in Los Angeles. Whoa Douche, somebody is on fyah, and I'm not talking about the roof!
As if that weren't enough, somehow Douche found time in her busy artistic schedule to go fishing quite a few times. The height of our bro-down was the epic day that Douche and I went fishing and surfing all in one day. It was like Douche heaven on earth, but at sea. And reservoir. I say that because we fished at el Capitan Reservoir, it's worthy to note. And when I say "we" fished I mean "she" fished, while I did Jewish yoga (Oi, my back!) and stared out contemplatively at the scenery:
Fig. (a) Mysterious tower on the water
Fig. (b) Landscape nearby
Fig. (c) Mysterious tower on the road to the reservoir. This seemed significant.
Glaringly, depressingly absent from this photo essay is my cell phone pic of Douche triumphantly holding up her 12" big mouth bass. It was amazing, yup. I wish I could show you, but I am so retarded that I literally cannot get pictures off of my phone until my new plan takes effect in 24-48 hours from this morning, when I changed it. That bass was a beauty, though, for the 5 seconds that she had it out of the water till I freaked out and she threw it back.
From el Capitan we hit the road north to beautiful San Onofre.
It was a strange day for waves, though. Still high and mighty from the 12' big mouth bass and the cute wave that we caught together the day before at Tourmaline, we were a little let down by the weird, shifty peaks at San O. It was like getting thrown a curve ball. The waves would roll in, and as they got close, they would shift and sort of move over and pass us by to the side. I don't entirely blame us--everybody out there was struggling. At San O of all places. The waves were like 4-6 feet, but kind of crossed out because of coming from 2 different directions, and the tide was high enough to make them the kind of mushy that's hard to catch. We really had to be in the exact right spot to catch anything, which meant constant paddling against the current, and many tries. Eventually I figured it out, but Douche may not have had as pleasant of an experience because while she is a master fisherman, she does not get out to the Rockaways as often as she'd like, and anyway when she does, it's usually brutal dumping beach break there, from what I hear. Very unsubtle and non-conducive to longboarding, or life in general. Douchie don't have the luxury of nearby, easy, surfable conditions all year round. Having said that, it is worth noting that she fearlessly charged many overhead waves that day, like a champ. Who dat ninja?
Last, but most significant to me, was the building of my studio/modernist carport in my back yard. Douche was right there with me from the start.
Fig. 1(a) Overwhelming at first
Fig. 1 (b) Two heads are better than one
Fig. 1(c) Maritsa works, Harrison supervises, choad tries to look busy by caressing nearby ladder
Fig 1 (c) gree c saves the day by pulling everything together, as usual, choad stands there looking dumb, Maritsa practices pose for Rigid Tool calendar.
The finished product is an elegant, thrilling, and deceptively simple modernist structure that features a see-through corrugated roof, which will allow for many a poetical musing while gazing up into the lazy, shady canopy of pepper tree above. Pictures of finished product delayed due to cell phone problem, etc., etc.
But in the meantime, rest assured that it would fit right in as the carport to the Eames House.
Monday, May 19, 2008
I am trying to build a thing of beauty, but I am tired and really only want to surf. I can't really say what's wrong with me. I cannot answer questions.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Capt'n's Log
Subject: Nothing in Particular
In recent surfing news, The Capt'n's favorite board, The Green Rocket, is once again in the repair shop, this time due to a significant delamination. The price will be hefty but worth it, it is certain. A reasonable person might consider taking better care of their beloved boards. In the meantime, The Capt'n continues to flail about on The Snow Pony.
Speaking of flailing about: yesterday there were two more firsts. The first first was a go on a 14' board. 14 foot I said! Sitting in the lineup, I commented on my neighbor's huge board, and the nice neighbor on it immediately offered to switch boards and let me try. I was nervous and excited, but it was so worth feeling those feelings in order to have an awesome new experience. I usually ride a 9 or 9'2". 5 more feet makes a huge diff, considering 2" makes a diff. NEEDLESS TO SAY, the glide was just unbelievable. I said the ride was so smooth, you must be a limosine. But I simply could not turn the dang thing. Two little waves were enough embarrassment for one day, though I probably should have given myself more of a chance. I give me an A for effort, and a C- for results. Cash value on an awesome new experience: priceless.
The second first was that The aforementioned Capt'n surfed for 6 hours yesterday. 3 usually exhausts me, but the waves were so sweet, glassy, and long, long peeling, how could I resist? I am only but a man, I am not immune. Plus, here were my options: sitting in rush hour traffic on the 5 North between San Diego and Los Angeles, sitting around some dumb cafe waiting out traffic, or waiting out traffic in the long, clean peelers. For once in my life I was not tortured over a decision. At the 3-hour delirium point, a quick stop in a nearby shop for a sandwich to go, in full wetsuit and bare feet, followed by some sips of water, and reapplication of 3 more layers of sunscreen were just the ticket to get me going for another 3 hours.
The mystical healing powers of the dolphins who were gamboling nearby may have had something to do with it, too.
Another first, though not from yesterday:
The Capt'n's first stingray wound.
Seamonkey took a major bullet for the Team several years ago when she was viciously attacked by a stingray. We didn't know anything about anything then, unlike now, and it was quite a horrible experience. Poor Seamonkey69 was rolling on the sand in excruciating pain, and of course we were on an obscure beach, miles from anybody with a remedy. But brave SM69 took it on the chin, and got right back on the Snow Pony as soon as she could. A lesser man would have quit surfing altogether and gone right back to his rubik's cube. But anyway, I was partially tagged the other day. I didn't get the full dose of venom, nor did the tip of the nasty stinger tail break off and lodge itself into my foot, like what happen to poor SM69. Nor did my legs get half bit off by a shark. No rolling on the ground had to happen, no bleeding to death before getting to the beach.
