just for the hell of it

some more pictures. these are the mushrooms i painted on my wall over spring break, an eternity ago in march. sorry about the bad quality, it's really hard to avoid a nasty glare on the india ink.
here and here.

so, some more pictures

to further give you an idea of how absurdly huge this stupid painting is, not to mention how strung out i look after a night of painting, me and my monkey. yes, it's almost as tall as me.
here's a tiny clay mushroom from a few different angles for no reason.
1 -- 2 -- 3 -- upside-down!
and since no one can get enough of me, my new favorite self-portrait.

so i got my tongue and my noseslug out of the kiln this morning, but forgot to take the camera with me. oops. they're glazed now, so i've officially finished the work portion of ceramics this semester. now i just have to set them in a kiln, wait 48 hours, set them and everything else on a table and listen to Janet and everyone talk about them while Marianne sits around and plays with them. she's great, she can never resist touching everyone's projects.
and if i finish this painting this weekend, all i have to do is drive it back to school, put up with talking to stupid Mogavero and not injure anyone in my painting class. obnoxious fucks.
anyway, time for a nap! huzzah!

...without further ado...

pictures of shit.
here's the slugsquid.
here she is again.
she's all finished.

work in progress:
my silly painting.
with stuff around it, so you can tell how big it is.
the original collage compared to a big painted cadaver foot.
the painting's not finished. NOT FINISHED!
i'll take more pictures at the end of the weekend, so you can see how it changes. as if anyone cared.

creating art: a unique personal experience like everyone else's

things get stranger and stranger as the semester draws to a close. the bus i was waiting for this afternoon went past behind a towtruck. there was a parade of little men with clipboards wandering through the art building once i got there, and as soon as it gets dark, strangers start offering me pipes. it was the Day of the Beastie Boys today.
which is yesterday in normal people time.

well, i gotta take the trash out and steal some newspapers to put under my painting.

so don't touch me, 'coz i'm electric

and if you touch me, you'll get shocked.

the squidslug came out of the kiln this morning. she looks pretty sexy, got some sorta funky blue spots, but i'm going to say they're scars. yeah. anyway, i'll borrow amy's digicam tonight or tomorrow.

bathroom wall

the past two months have been pretty fucked up. i think my wrist is locking up. no more typing, back to smoking.

epiphany: why i'm getting this silly degree

i go to school to sort out my personality disorders.
with each passing semester, i think i'm a little bit saner!
...right?

who says what's real?

"...the interesting thing, of course, about the Cold War was the rapidly advancing use of the mindfuck as a basic strategy. the most obvious example, of course, was the ploy of the Communist Party upon seizing control of the United States following the Great Depression, whereupon they immediately spread the idea that Communism had actually taken over Russia, which was actually in the grip of Bureaucracy. the following century of misdirected frenzied hatred and fear ensured their ursurpation would never be recognized..."

anime recommendation

Utena. it's badass. very weird, in a Japanese sort of way, and rather homoerotic at times, but there's more anime schoolgirls than there are swordfights, and there's alot of those. there's really strange symbolism in surprisingly material forms. in fact, the majority of objects in the environment are there to counterpoint the dialogue and storyline. cars plummet hundreds of feet to their doom when someone loses a duel. it's great. plus there's weird little shadow theater things that are both short and funny, and the characters are all pretty fucked up, the way real people are.
the movie is great, short and confusing. the series is absolutely awesome, long and perplexing. i recommend them both. watch the series if you have time. it's 39 episodes, but you actually figure out who all the people are, the plot is deeper and less nonsensical and Himemeya is a much more interesting character. on the other hand, the movie is utterly bizarre, Himemeya's a little cuter and there are great lines like 'Don't think you're the only one who can turn into a car!' plus the shadow theater has a more retro-50's feel, which i dig.
Revolutionary Girl Utena -- chicks, swords, cars and a giant mindfuck.

human evolution

"...relinquishing a thought-identified form of mind, where a person identifies with his or her thought narrative, and shifting to a state of Enlightenment, where thoughts are merely a mental tool. In that state the default subjective experience is that of SILENCE. No unprovoked mental chatter whatsoever." from Wikipedia on Samadhi.
if i could pull that off, i'd stop complaining.

sex & death

they go together really well. not to be confused with sex and violence, the media-glamour perversion of the concept, which is much less cool, or at least unaesthetic.
sex and dying can be seen as the antipodes of the life-death duality, being the active forms of what are more normally states of being.
they're a great example of the synonymous opposites (see prev. post) that make linear thinking so futile. the death and rebirth experience has traditionally been accessed via sex, drugs, sex while on drugs and/or very nearly killing oneself.

i'd love to see a socio. survey that examined people's opinions about things like having a death and rebirth experience.

huzzah for sex, drugs, death and rock and roll!

stop snivelling, little wormmonkey

optimistic pessimism: no matter how terrible things get, it's still all relative.

went to ceramics barefoot

people notice when you walk around with no shoes on. it's weird.

Tip for the Day

Friends don't put you in handcuffs unless you ask.

i love this town

not only was there an elderly woman cramming something into her trunk on the side of the road at 5 in the morning, but when my burger finally arrived, it was given to me by a shemale.
i saw a man jogging backwards down Red River the other day.
there was a little violet and green shed on a trailer going down a little street off Airport near the clay shop.
i learned how unicycles stop at busy intersections at the bottoms of hills on a corner of Dean Keaton one afternoon (grab a street light).

meanwhile, after spending all semester on the same project, i suddenly get a million ideas for things to make out of clay, all in the last month before summer. when will i make the rhinocerusfish or the maw-with-claws? i'll be lucky if i get my squidslug, noseslug and tongue glazed in time, and my helmetbug still needs the bug part.

the good news is my pointless drivel has become so amazingly internationally known and loved that my blog now attracts spam! huzzah!
i know, i know, i'll send autographed pictures to all my friends, no worries.

it's not that everyone's stupid but me...

..it's that i'm the only one whose bullshit i definitely have to put up with.

when you have a little time to kill

-talk a stranger into doing something nonsensical
-get your eyelids tattooed
-compare the flavor of differents brands of 9volt batteries
-join a club
-start a fire
-injure an acquaintence
-create another stupid fucking blog
-piss on a cop
-kill yourself

Tip for the Day

Don't compare yourself to Swift until after your satire has enraged a populace.

happy 4.20!

i smoke two joints in the morning
i smoke two joints at night.
i smoke two joints in afternoon
it makes me feel alright.
i smoke two joints in time of peace
and two in time of war.
i smoke two joints before i smoke two joints
and then i smoke two more.

-Marley, the other Bob.

almost 4

All good children are asleep and dreaming.

taken from the radiohead psychological survey

yeah, don't ask.
anyway, i was sitting around... smoking, and i decided that two basic patterns can be seen in the romantic life of most people. one is characterized by 'i want you to be happy when i'm around.' the other is more of 'i want you to be unhappy when i'm not around.'

just something to thinmk about.
and why aren't you fucks reading my blog anymore? just 'cos it sucks? is that it? eh? a guy stops writing regularly and bitches about fucking everything endlessly when he does, and for that his audience abandons him? eh? eh??
um.. heh.

hey, we're clay.

tonight i made a sea-slug with a nose for a face and a tongue paperweight. i don't think i got too much clay in the gash i gashed in my finger.
i still want to make a boob with an on/off switch and a couple bugs with shells.

i apologize for nothing!

..but i do hope to get back to writing about ideas and making up funny(?) bullshit instead of just bitching about my day, once school ends and life restarts.

it is... thursday, right?

it's been a day again.
last night i went and glazed a little ceramic ball till almost 3am. i ate a lasagna at around 5, assed out for a couple hours, woke up in pain burping pasta and went to painting. I spent hours painting cadaver feet, but without the really dark shadows since i didn't want to mix it. i can't work during class, because i spend however long mixing paint, until i'm sick of it, and then just paint with whatever i've got, even thought i always need more colors. i don't know why i do that.
that painting will be intense if i finish it halfway well.
came home, slept for an hour, bought more smokes, smoked a J, went to ceramics. the slug is in the kiln, the only other thing i've made this semester is glazed but not fired. since i had a critique later, i decided to see if i could recreate the slug (which took all fucking semester) in an afternoon. I made an intriguing-looking blob with some segmented tentacles and an eyelid, in about 2 hours, and declared it finished. during my critique they told me tentacles are overdone, so now i'm supposed to think of some other way to make strange creatures. stuck the sphere in a kiln. it'll be done, glazed and over on saturday.
i'm really tired and hungry, but i can't sleep, and don't want to eat.

'that Whump at the end will never be the same...'

if anyone's interested, my old Cowboy Bebop / Type O Negative video is now available... here.
it's almost 50 megs, though, so if you care, i warned you.

spring semester blues

the slugsquid went into the kiln today. she'll (marianne the TA got me in the habit of calling her 'she') come out on friday, with no tentacles attached, since we broke em all off picking her up. i'll have to epoxy them back on. meanwhile, i haven't really made anything else this semester, so i should do that. i also need to paint my giant painting, plus i think i'm enrolled in some other classes too. I have about two weeks to do this in. someone please give me a call around the 8th and see if i'm still alive.

working from seven to eleven every night
really makes life a drag, i don't think that's right.

drooling on myself.. whoo-oa.. drooling on myself

computer games will devour your mind, body and soul. you won't get around to all that junk you needed to do earlier; you won't even have time for hygiene.

if i were a bug, i'd be a dragonfly. everyone says if they were some kind of pipe, they'd be a hookah. and no one wants to be you.

quality reprogramming

i have nothing to say at this time.

Tip for the Day

Start more fires.