Monday, March 31, 2008

Orange – A Sculptural Collaboration with Whitney Lynn


Orange you glad you took the trashcans out?
Orange you going to stop pilot error?
Orange you telling me that the blender is full?
Orange you losing sight of what’s important?
Orange you feeling heavy under the chin?
Orange you tired of sleeping with strangers?
Orange you thinking too much of yourself?
Orange you leaving the country?
Orange you robbing banks in the afternoon?
Orange you smuggling Oaxaca chocolate across the border?

Song of the Day #05/Lost Cat




There have been a few cats I've known that have disappeared. One used to climb trees, howl from the woods, only to come down weeks later. He later just disappeared around Halloween 1991 or '92.


Missing or Lost Cat posters are sad. It's an alternate reality, an act of desire that pushes the poster to forego their private contact information. Though, I wish the people who post these would include an update if their pet was ever found.


I hope Eric finds Bobbie.


Below is today's Song of the Day, Catatonia: "Lost Cat".



Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Beeswax

Here's a cover of Beeswax Magazine #4. Gorgeous, isn't it. It can be yours for $5 plus postage. I have a story in this issue. My first fiction publication.

Beeswax Magazine

Song of the Day #04

Yesterday afternoon went by quickly. I got home at a reasonable time, made dinner and started writing. An inner voice told me that I wanted to shuffle R.E.M. while I worked. Then the untitled song from Green made its appearance. Afterwards I dorked out on iTunes, creating playlists for periods in my life I’ve been feeling very close to lately. This song brings me back to 15/16. I don’t know how old any of you are so I can’t speculate on where you end up. Good luck getting back, I still have my seatbelt on.




Monday, March 24, 2008

Song of the Day #03

What kind of day do you think you would have if you woke up with this song stuck in your head. I looked both times before crossing the street, I kept both eyes peeled while I was driven across the bridge, I fed a little of my breakfast to a co-worker to ensure it wasn't poisoned.

Though "Death Is Not The End" by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds is a song about renewal and hope (right?) it still rings that morose brass bell like all the brilliant jewels from Murder Ballads.


Urban Safari #02

B-I-N-G-O

Bingo. Ruth won a hundred dollars. The Judy Garland impersonator on stage says something about dentures and blowjobs. She makes the ladies laugh and menfolk giddy. Carl marks his cards with hot pink ink. Martha brings wallet-sized and framed photos of her grandsons for good luck. There are layers of gum underneath the folding tables. Catherine collects the money and stores it in a metal box. Peter, Sr. shows the newcomers where to be and ushers the gals who can’t walk too well. Judy Garland has an assistant - a young boy who chews chew and spits in an empty Pepsi bottle. Monday and Wednesday nights are vivacious around here after “Wheel of Fortune”.




Friday, March 21, 2008

Song of the Day #02

Madonna's Confessions on a dancefloor album was one of the best to come out of 2005. Hard to imagine it was that long ago. Each track is impeccable; from Hung up to Like it or not. Every moment of this album reminds me of driving with my friend J.L. the first night we realized, contrary to previous opinion, that neither one of us was a total a-hole. Since then we've been like brothers. Like it or not crept up on me the other night. And when I listened to the lyrics, especially the lines I kept repeating over and over, it made a lot of sense. I'll leave the rest up to you.



Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Urban Safari #01

The necessity to mark your territory. Disposal, left over skins. Sketchie marker compass. Lost-and-found dot com. Books, video games, pens, iPod. Stolen to be discarded. Does this belong to you? On the sidewalk away from school. Take me home. Christmas present. A girl with a bloody nose. She's all grown up now.

Song of the Day #01

It's a gorgeous gray morning here in San Francisco. This noir atmosphere means almost anything can happen; like walking down Howard muttering Hail Marys to yourself.

I present to you 50 Foot Wave's "Sally Is A Girl" for your morning commute (if your at work or still dragging your mind to work). I was whistling/singing this all day yesterday. Enjoy.