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…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.

sleep in. Leaf blowing outside. How early they must wake up.

My thoughts are scattered. Trying to share information, I forget who knows what.
Slowly an old idiosyncratic style makes sense.
Fragments.

A word regarding texture eludes me.

Last night someone told me, after looking at my drawing, that someone once told him art was a compulsion, and how as a medic in the war he would find artifacts in the concentration camps. People would find a burnt stick and draw tiny pictures on anything they could find, like a matchbook for example. He noted that my details were tiny too. It was odd.

Is intellectual property right a completely capitalistic concept?

When leaf blowers are blowing do birds still sing? This morning I only heard a crow in the distance over the humming buzz of the leaf blower. Which reminds me, have the birds returned to my bird feeder after it being empty for over a week?

I forgot all about formatting.
Speaking of matting (not really “speaking”) today I’ll frame the drawing of last night.

I told myself with the time changing I should wake up even earlier than usual, since the sun is up for hours before I have to be at work. This morning is the first morning I was able to. So here I am, sipping Earl Grey and blogging. Last night my Friend Katy & I did our laundry and played guitars, as we usually do every other monday. Last night, however, was the first time the laundromonday session was recorded. I brought headphones and my little Boss digital recorder, I was quite impressed with the mic and dynamic range of the recorder. I really like the fact that you can hear cars beeping, car doors slamming and all the little sounds in the backgroud (some of which make it into the foreground).
The weekend was a truly glorious one with a dear friend visiting from San Diego. I was pretty exhausted by Monday as I think we fit more activities into three days than I usually do in a week or more. Museums and galleries, little Tokyo, sushi, live reggae, bars, tapas,a farmers market, a plant sale (where I picked up two new plants for my garden), and a lot of really wonderful bonding and conversation. So Monday morning I had no time to post anything and I really don’t mind.
One of the exhibitions we saw this weekend was Murikami at MOCA. I had attended the MOCA members opening but as you may know, opening nights are probably the worst time to try to see the work. There were some animated shorts that I didn’t get to see during the opening but which I saw this weekend and I’m considering going back to watch them again. I would recommend seeing the animations last, after you’ve seen all the painting and sculpture – it just seemed to make more sense.
I recently heard from a roommate of mine from Chicago who mentioned her website. I didn’t have enough time to look through everything, but what I saw nearly gave me chills its so gorgeous. Not having the words to really describe it I’ll quote from her website, “Combining hand dyed silk and merino wool Gina Pannorfi creates one of a kind wearable art. Only the imagination can dictate the limit to the function of the work.” Gina’s website is here.
I think tonight I really need to do some drawing. I’m sure its only been several days but I almost can’t remember the last time I drew. Must have been sometime last week.

last night, and thursdays in general, is the start of my weekend. I was able to sleep in today but not much. A friend is coming to visit and while I should’ve had my house clean last night I gave up somewhere in the middle, leaving it for today. Where’s my tea? . . . . . . . ah, thats better. Earl Grey with a touch of sugar. Some funky Lawnchair Generals playing. The sun shines bright through the blinds and sheer white fabrics – south facing windows rock (but only in the northern hemisphere?).
some things on my task list:
• put the Korg Triton LE back into its case, break down the stand and set them in the music corner
• reassemble the music corner (move all instruments, cords and amps into a nice arrangement)
• Take out the trash & recycling
• Hang two vertical paintings in my bedroom.
• swap paintings in my living room from the somber grey Chicago paintings for newer, brighter California paintings
• Pack up all loose paintings and store them in the closet
• Clean the closet (making room for boxes of paintings)
(although the list is incomplete I’m going to start on these first tasks now. Music is switched to a Poker Flat compilation)
Wow. the music corner is complete. The worst part was the “tangle of wires” (which happens to be the name of a track I really like by Water Lilly . My poor electric guitar was quite dusty, I’ll need to start playing that more & get my fingers used to steel strings. Most trash & recycling have been taken out now, although I’m sure I’ll generate more as I continue to clean & organize. The disco ball needs to be hung somewhere, preferably outside [done]. I’m tired of cleaning ;( maybe I’ll take a walk to the store to buy some bird seed.
Alright, my friend is about 5 minutes away. Cleaning is done for now, maybe I can con them into helping pack and organize my paintings . . . probably.