it's not as good as the first one

Man's Last Great Invention.



Luke Polipnick.




Jillian Savage.




Jon McQuillan




Chris Ware.




Ande Reinkordt




Mathias Svalina.




Ghost Towns.




Box Spring Symphony.

Saturday Morning

goodnight.

Man's Last Great Invention

trying to make plans more than prayers

get Man's Last Updates

Hold Still...

a taste of slow

i was thinking that cliches still have a chance,

given the right moments, to need no other special characters,

no finesse.

i'll allow the words to read me as much as i can,

Tomorrow i'll clean that mess.

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easier to breathe now

OH! FINALLY! i'm finished with my sound design for The Train. I was feeling really bogged down by that over the past week. I'm sorry if i've been cranky and out of sorts towards anyone. it's time to dance and work off all of this nervous energy... right now!

i have to breathe tonite

over beans my other word for guilt is spread

out, that old childish love now breaths honest.

but today, this week, not so.

i stopped breathing again, holding for wednesday

and sunday nites. monday morning's

quite comfortable.

i grasp at passion i hold it
but one word got in
and i grasp too much

over eggs love is honest

in hugs in deep portions of living space

i crashed with the a-z of my friends

and a little more here than there,

stuck on the letters that hum.

i grasp at passion i gnaw
but one word again
is hollowing out my breaths
...

i'll fill your pande with soup?

eh, What the hen?

Thanks to the love of many friends, this is the greatest year on Earth.

In Progress:
Creations, sounds, music, titties, cuddling, couches, hugs in between work, nonsense, film, bike rides, flat tires, spring cleaning, coffee beer, fucking Panda Bear, Noam Chomsky, believing, April club, Grand Planners, theatre, exhausted ears, children, incredible amounts of joy, being received, hearing your words, embracing, letting things work, breathing in discomfort, breathing out of passion, out the top of my head, tiny hat, unravel, give me back my shirt!

These plans are prayers
a working of what hands may never touch
tongue dares to be like child
gnashing at the air
eating it

Spring!

Ah! I am breathing so well now. Up! Spring up! Lift! Rejoice and live drunk!

Fluid and frozen

Fox news is worse than ever with a new "satirical" news show, stupider than ever with bad one line canned humor, ripping off the Daily Show and SNL News. They try, they fail, and the average "patriot" buys in. They succeed once again. Sorry to be crude, but... what a bunch of fucking idiots!

Monday? Wishing the blizzard action had come.

All that I heard last week was "Sunday Blizzard!". I got a little to excited, hoping for an extra day or two from work, unable to leave my home as it is being buried in snow. This has not happened and I am a little disappointed. We did get a ton of wet snow, much in the Rhode Island fashion, with a nice thunderstorm before hand. So, I'm not feeling like doing much of anything today besides, of course, watching more Sims Trapped in the Closet.

Sunday...

My headache has dissolved thanks to a warm cat in my lap! I can once again return to thinking world, though I'd rather not do much of it today.
As I am exploring my new flickr account, I've stumbled upon the awesome geotagging option! It's tons of fun to explore.
Shrimp in a bag? Ham in your mouth? Soup in your hand? Meat portions in your pocket?

back in the "real" world

Here is the most loveable cat in the world, Ida. She's my editing buddy and yes, I have become a cat freak. If you need more evidence, open your eyes. Dottie and Ida both keep my wife and I very loved and very entertained.

Other things:
1. we moved and are housesitting for family friends until august.
2. we are both busier than usual.
3. there is no more time for wasting.

Hello Elisabeth!

Enjoying Prague with Robbie

Thank you.

My mother occasionally sends me packages (with more frequency as of late) , ones filled with a special magic that I had felt was lost over the years as I drifted from childhood further and further. But here they are, little boots and a leather belt stamped with my name, toys of a plastic smell I can never forget that come out and entangle me in Castle Greyskull and Prince Adam (the homemade and storebought models), my crayon sketches of Superman with the long drawn out arms, even a day to day (or week to week or month to month: crawling and walking and 2nd child born) journal of my first 3 years. I could not feel any closer to my own beginnings and my own mother than I do right now.

The Times, they are a changin'

faster than i can blink.