Category: John Otter news

the weekend was intense and fun, walked away with only a few scrapes.
the work week will be short due to thanksgiving, but there’s quite a but I need to accomplish.
I think I’ve put my ducks in a row, but then again that could’ve been the eggs, in which case my ducks are all in one basket. Not quite the same difference.
Typing is hard in the morning, I have to correct every third word it seems.
I’ve written a couple letters in the past week, its very rewarding and very different than typing. I miss handwriting. The term ‘penmanship’ is so old it probably won’t find a politically correct updated version. Penpersonship? I’ve become a chairperson and every time I think or hear the work I picture an chair with human characteristics. Attack of the chair people.
I have to shave and get on with the day now.

Yesterday I sliced all the pages out of a sketchbook. At first I only sliced out the pages that had complete drawings on them, full color and worthy of framing. But the remaining pages were sliced out eventually for consistency. I may look into matting them at the end of the week. After that comes the daunting task of acquiring frames for them. I have frames in mind but not the funding – I’m imagining the cost around $500. It looks like I have about 5 frames that would work. I should frame those five and sell them, use that money for frames. Or just complete some time consuming commissioned drawings.

Yesterday I got back to some google pages I registered a long time ago. I was inspired by a photographer friend (Stephanie Krell)who I recently got back in contact with. Not only does the design and layout of her google page look nice, she also utilized links to her flickr site.

Last night around 11pm I went out to my front porch to think about today. Some rustling of leaves and branches about two feet away revealed three of the cutest round raccoons I’ve seen in a long time. One was quite curious and came right up to me. A fear of rabies or some unknown plague stopped me from petting him (or her?) on the head. The other two eventually wanted to see what the first was investigating, and soon all three were waddling up to sniff at me then back away, a bit scared or maybe more shy. I remember feeding raccoons grapes as a child while camping in the desert, so I went to the fridge and pulled out some grapes. I can’t describe how cute raccoons eating grapes are, so I wont try. Eventually they waddled off into the darkness of night.

Today I’ll be busy. Organization, communications, brainstorming, outlining, editing, optimizing, and chugging coffee. After work to an art opening then perhaps working to complete those commissioned drawings.

got me a movie
i want you to know
slicing up eyeballs
i want you to know
girlie so groovy
i want you to know
don’t know about you
but i am un chien andalusia
wanna grow
up to be
be a debaser, debaser

(Pixies, Debaser)

…and the clicking begins.
Syncopation. Analog sound with digital responses.
Chances passed.
A deck of cards and two dice. One die having the number three up while the other number 8. Four of hearts lays on top of the deck and a fly meanders through the room.
Sunlight casting aside doubts and fears. Letters and numbers filing themselves into the most logical order for us humans to play with.
The last martini made in a glass that shattered.
Narratives being played out across space and time,
Only with different characters.
Borges’ Library of Babel is a metaphor, not some form of foreshadowing.
Arms taken up for mock battle.
Protective gear stripped to a minimum,
as all the weapons are padded.
Ruby teardrop earrings, like two delicate drips of blood.
A forgotten phrase.
Sincerity from a mountain top, slight breeze.
Leaves dancing gently to the ground.
The battle begins as the dice are rolled again.
Expanding visions with fuzzy borders.
Krshna must fight.
As do we all.
You and I.

Last night at the jazz club I was chatting with my friend Riz. In an attempt to gain information that might fill in some of the blanks from the early 90’s we tried to put events to times. Eventually we stumbled across a project we were both involved in called something along the lines of “5 Guys on 5 Things” which was some sort of interview/publication/recording of five creative individuals, Riz and I included. We decided we should work on contacting all 5 guys for a revival of the project. Last night as soon as I got home I found my copy of the printed publication, that looks like was a limited run of 5, I haven’t yet located the cassette that went with it, but I’m hoping its around somewhere. Today I’ll probably poke around the internet in order to contact the other participants. We joked that if we do this every decade or so it would eventually become 4 Guys on 5 things, then 3 Guys etc. until in the far future the project is reduced to 1 Guy on 5 things.
In other news I began writing a letter to a friend, which will hopefully be completed and mailed this evening. I love letters.