smoke signals - flashing mirrors - messages in bottles - carrier pigeons - flags in the air - hoofbeats on the ground

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Thursday, November 18, 2010

dear melissa

not to give too much a shout out, but not only is Topher interesting and talented, I think you will find his work quite amusing as well.

http://makesomethingawfuleveryday.tumblr.com/

Dear Joe

http://mailbagartmuseum.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Dear Joe


boogadda boogadda boogadda!

Thursday, October 14, 2010

dear melissa

some stop-animation, puppetry, etc. for your love

warming you up



Sugar Skull by Paul Alexander Thornton

Monday, September 27, 2010

dear melissa

I try

I am not a writer. I am the type of person who wants to be. My father is that type of person too. I am because he is, maybe he was because his father was. However, despite my lack of talent for writing it still does me good. First of all it feels good. Catharsis (I like to use words like that) through pen on paper, it makes me feel like a deep clearing breath, like when my figurative heart is all torn up and the ship has sailed or I missed the boat or I am late for a very important date.

People reach my words. They walk up and touch them. Not the writers really, not, especially, the good writers. And it is not a self-depreciating thing because I appreciate me, my effort, my spirit of refusal to submit and then sometimes (just sometimes) my submitting.

Mostly I fall short because I try to capture the truth. The elusive truth. The truth you can only experience (for people like me), but cannot write. But I do try. I try until I am tired and exhausted and feel a caffeine-like crash and must sleep or run or eat a lot of food. And when it is all over (whatever 'it' is), it feels better, at least for me and maybe for you too. If you too that is a miracle and I believe in those as hard as I can.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Dear Joe


Fried Chicken for 40, Cole Slaw, 20 lbs of Potato Salad, five dozen Buttermilk Biscuits. All from scratch.

Your move.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Dear Joe

A rare one, better than most, one of my favorites, I pull his thin volumes from my pile of dollar-minis, I send this to you.

http://penrod-pulaski.livejournal.com/53732.html

Wednesday, September 08, 2010

dear melissa

Publish Post
http://www.underwatersculpture.com/

this is something Id love my name to be associated with, I guess Im going to learn how to do some sculpting


Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Dear Joe

GOOD GRAVY pt 1
THIS right here. Let's bookmark it for the next, hm, 3.5 months.


GOOD GRAVY pt 2
i freaking made this swiss sauce

you want the recipe, don't you.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Monday, August 16, 2010

Dear Joe

Here it is here it is here it is here it is!

http://vimeo.com/10066407

yessssssssssssssssssss

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Thursday, July 08, 2010

dear melissa

just for reference here is what happened during our conversation last night:

Melissa: yeppers, although with this hangover i dunno, that little dago is out for my blood i start working for him at the end of the month, after kelly leaves

Me: There should always be at least one dago who is out for your blood around

Melissa: that's like a barometer for whether or not you're living a full lifedoes a dago want ur blood? good, you're having a good time

Me: ahahahaand yes, it should. though if you are the dago should someone still want your blood and if so who?

Melissa: i cant answer these complicated italian questions, dont you have a Mario bros handbook around somewhere

Wednesday, July 07, 2010

Monday, June 28, 2010

http://www.flickr.com/photos/melissastanley727/4743309413/

it's all about the tags, and what the hell.

pink floyd
wish u were here

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

dear melissa

The common man he wants to grow

But he does not know

What he does not know

He seeks the vestige of his friends

With little faith that hearts will mend

He writes this sobby dribble trash

Making him all more the ass

His hands get rough and head less dense

While wishes and dreams lose all sense

The common man he wants to grow

He tells his Father, he tells the road

The common man I thought was not me

But I did not see, I did not see

The common man he wants to grow

But he does not know

He does not know

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Dear Joe

I thought this would amuse you.

A food-community on the old LiveJurnalz is accepting applications for moderators. This was part of my application submission:


Q: Why should we pick you out of everyone who applied?
A: This week I baked eleven loaves of bread, studied thai cooking ingredients, read My Life in France AND the new Bourdain book (medium raw) (twice), stole a case of wine off a boat, and replanted my balcony herb garden. I know the difference between this community and (another, similar community), and what is appropriate for each. I think people who only want traffic to their personal blog are a pain, that's not community. I believe that excessive use of the term "om nom nom" is a crime. Food porn is exactly that - it's porn. It should arouse and inspire, and occasionally be slightly disturbing. And lastly, I know how to create a f***ing lj-cut. I've been using lj for 10 years.

Monday, June 14, 2010

dear melissa

I tumbled about you, I honor you :o)

a few months ago one of the greatest influences and friends and loves of my life, Melissa Sue Stanley packed up her life and moved to Switzerland. To a tiny town nestled in the mountains filled with the most amazing cheeses, breads, etc.

we stay in touch as one does with a close friend. We write letters, we skype, we email and facebook status update and share a blog exclusively for keeping up with one another. I do not typically share these letters on this blog because it is such a very different format.

Dear Melissa I miss you greatly you. You have taken with you to this new land a piece of me. One that I was happy to give up to see what you could mold it into. Whisper it secrets and great truths and then I can come pick it up or you can mail it to me and I will be better again.

The year has been a carousel of transition, but it stops every now and again and we can try to stand on our feet and see what change has transpired. And if we remain still enough we an actually see some of our struggle, our pain, or losses spin off with the wind.

Letting go....oof....not the best thing I do and yet it has become one of my strongest lessons and best assets Ive ever acquired. Of course I am still learning.

Layers and layers of messaging. This is written for Melissa, for Maggie, for my Father and Mother and Sister, and for you. You know who you are right? Beyond our limited capacity to see and experience the world is a that great, great open universe in which we are all connected. Doors open and close, carousels start and go. We are all full of fits and starts and perhaps I am now embarking on my next.

Just listen to the melody of the carousel, get lost for a minute, step carefully and hold someones hand, smile, it will be all too soon before the ride is over.

Thursday, June 03, 2010

dear melissa

Domesticity Isn’t Pretty

My father told me he would always help me find my way home. I have reached a point in my life where I would like to or perhaps need to build my own home. I miss the idea that used to visit me of bringing to life my own family. It seems to have taken a temporary vacation. Tickets for a return trip are scarce. I suppose that is what happens when we deconstruct our identities. I begin to see a sad boarded up house, wood planks blocking the windows, broken down car in the driveway, weeds overtaking everything.

I used to keep a list in my wallet titled “Good Thought: In Case of Emergency.” I pulled that out tonight and it read:

  1. Keep playing the game, just keep playing the game.
  2. Driving down the highway, in traffic, do not switch lanes. Have patience, things will begin to move at the right speed again.
  3. Listen to Amsterdam music, close your eyes and go there.
  4. Sing everything you know.
  5. Write until you hands cannot work anymore.
  6. Run until your legs cannot work anymore.
  7. Think of all the people who love you, write down their names and why.
  8. Remember you have to let go a little sometimes if you want people to come back.
  9. Go to a bookstore.

I realized I’d written that list almost 10 years ago when I was just coming to terms with my sexual identity.

I am not a crier. I wish I could. Thoughts of my family can sometimes induce tears, but they are almost always stifled by an unconscious resistance. As I read through the list I began relating to that scared and pressurizing feeling I felt at 15, eyes welled up, maybe I let one tear escape, sniffle, sniffle, cough and resume control.

I then thought of that home again, seeing now piles of lumber and hammers, nails and screw (all neatly organizes of course). The silhouetted figures of a husband and a kid and a dog (okay, Samson was definitely there too).. One piece of furniture to move in, my first real kitchen table.

My hands are ready for the labor. I am ready to make the first strike now. Bruising, scraped, swollen thumb be damned (I am not too good at the construction thing), but it will be my own home.

And you will come to visit. Will you come to visit? And you will sit at my kitchen table. And maybe you can help me build it stronger, make improvements here and there. And you, you will give it the name ‘home.’ And all of you will bring me home..

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Dear Joe



Something's gotta give. Gather the matches. It's time to light fires.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Dear Joe

A small series of X-Men comics that you would probably be amused by

Right Here

Thursday, May 20, 2010

dear melissa



this is what I imagine your life is like in Hombrechtikon, Swissville

p.s. I spelled that right on the first go without even looking, look ma' no hands!

dear melissa



potato! potato! potato!

it started as an experiment, but I have to say I will happily dig my hands in the dirt this fall to see what bulbous rooty delight will come forth.

shhhh....they are being kept and watched by Lucille until they are ready.

dear melissa


if you dont not send me some bread soon I will eat this cat!

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

dear melissa


i have transcended

Dear Joe

You owe me:
1 email
1 letter
5 CC blog postings

Therefore, I punish you with my absolute Love Of Trevor:

Seriously, I adore what this skinny bastard does. The Hitler Rap is pretty freaking amazing also.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Dear Joe

Read all of these:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/bar-art/sets/72157623479860723/

super tip top.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Dear Joe



Important things to remember.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Dear Joe

I need one OF THESE THINGS but I don't know which one. Raar!

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Dear Joe

"And at the end of all this? I don't know - but since we must work, let us work. Let us plow the field to find the treasure, and if there is no treasure, never mind; the earth will give us back a good crop of potatoes."

~~Jacques Villon

Monday, May 10, 2010

Dear Joe



I have been really enjoying all of THESE.

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

dear joe


holy fucking cheese, dude!

...i'm not going to poop for days.


i'll blog this proper tomorrow on my page. just had to share in my bowel discomfort and extreme pleasure this evening.

Monday, April 26, 2010

dear melissa


you would have been proud of this

slow-roast pork delicious

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Dear Joe


Thanks for the recipe. This turned out Super Tip Top.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

dear melissa



i know i did bad, but sometimes i can fix my stupid mistakes

we are always

Dear Joe

Basic Math:

THIS:



EQUALS



(the video is better)


TIMES


Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Dear Joe

Let's all thank Baby Jesus for websites like

THIS ONE RIGHT FUCKING HERE

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

Dear Joe

"When seeing a new place, I often think: I am going to come back here later - when I am rich, or when I have more time, or when I have a purpose, or when I am with someone I love - and do this right. But it is self-deception. More often than not, my feet lead me somewhere new rather than somewhere I've already been. And as I sat at that window watching the train bore through the heart of China, I had a different, more probable thought, and I wrote it down: I better remember what this place looks like. I will never be back."

-Brad Newsham, All the Right Places

Friday, March 26, 2010

Dear Joe


The most profound exclamation can only be truth. Truth in yourself. The expression, "work is love made visible", has never had so much meaning. You must live gloriously.

(Yes, I just quoted Rand and Gibran in the same paragraph. Fuck you if you don't like it)

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

dear melissa


five years ago you (perhaps more) you gave me Atlas Shrugged to read, I got through a quarter before something....nonetheless I marked it up and now I begin again. Enter Dagny Taggart:

"She thought: For just a few moments--while this lasts--it is all right to surrender completely--to forget everything and just permit yourself to feel. She thought: Let go--drop the controls--this is it." "This is why the wheels have to be kept going, and this is where they're going" (Rand, p. 20)

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Dear Joe

Here's something fun I learned today:
If you do a google image search for "chicken fucks a cat picture", one of the images that comes up is of Samson.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Dear Joe

will you go to prom with me?



Y N Maybe

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Dear Joe

My motto and mantra for 2010:







with just a little touch of

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Dear Joe

life lessons:



this crazy bitch didn't cook anything until she was 36 years old.

dear melissa

Riku and I will miss you

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

dear melissa

I am not doing well with this moving to Switzerland thing your doing

you brought me the bookcase

and pogan

it is silly, but if feels like when you went off to college and left me all of your amazing collection of drawings and massive amounts of Elfquest stuff, I had no idea how close you actually were

Im going to try and see the world like that and then it will be

and all will be well

I dont have a good image to post with that thought, Ive already started writing my first letter to you, I will be a good pen pal I promise

Thursday, January 28, 2010

dear joe

this is the sort of thing i like

http://unhappyhipsters.tumblr.com/

Sunday, January 24, 2010

dear joe

quote

The Creator gathered all of Creation and said,

“I want to hide something from the humans until they are ready for it. It is the realization that they create their own reality.”

The eagle said, “Give it to me, I will take it to the moon.”

The Creator said, “No. One day they will go there and find it.”

The salmon said, “I will bury it on the bottom of the ocean.”

“No. They will go there too.”

The buffalo said, “I will bury it on the Great Plains.”

The Creator said, “They will cut into the skin of the Earth and find it even there.”

Grandmother Mole, who lives in the breast of Mother Earth, and who has no physical eyes but sees with spiritual eyes,

said, “Put it inside of them.”

And the Creator said, “It is done.”

end quote

Thursday, January 21, 2010

dear joe and me

i dont have time for this now but i want to remember it for later.


http://drawn.ca/2010/01/21/madame-tutli-putli-hd/


OH MY GOD NO MORE WORK

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Dear Joe

The last one on this page is how i imagine us at age 70/74.
Kate's Comic

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

dear joe

also, i love the art and comics of JULIA GFRÖRER and so should you.

www.thorazos.net

dear joe

tumble this, bitch