emotional diarrhea?

it was a wonderful experience being apart of
the seven collectives first theatric presentation of CLOSER by patrick marber, directed by david king.

it's only the beginning. the first, living workshop, of much more to come.


now that there will be some time between now and the actual full run. i am now left with the chance to start up, revive, ressurect some projects i had been working on.
- photic stimulation
- video mixing
etc etc...

more on that later...


general feeling as of right now.

i woke up this morning feeling as if i was covered in a paper thin membrane of bullshit. not necessarily sweat. more like a metaphysical haze that has me a bit stuck, somewhat trapped. i wouldnt classify it as melancholy, or even sadness. if anything it is closer to frustration. in part of what, i do not know. but i certainly feel it. possible diagnosis, could be complacency in terms of workplace...routine smashing, defeating, and snuffing out excitement, artistic thrills and inspiration...boohooo! poor baby!


looking forward to the three day weekend, fourth of july festivities, and fireworks!!

flashnews...early summer stylee

it's summer...???


fuck all this rain.


....

i will run it down the line...


-working on documenting the rehearsal process of the first play being put up by the seven collective,
as well as promo art.

-continuing research/reading and compiling of info on flicker, and the way our brain reacts to photic stimulation.

-changing up the way i eat. (more on that after the jump!)

-been searching for my mugshot and criminal record from when i was
arrested a few years back, to no avail as of yet...

-heading to rhode island for me and roz' anniversary this weekend!!!
should be a blast...



trying to eat better, and feel better
nuff said
btw...its working!



ZANG!

bowl cut query...

what is a parent thinking when they decide to give their child a bowl cut??
arent they just setting themselves up for disaster??

don't bowl cuts lead to mullets?
i am pretty sure it is most likely that a child with a bowl cut will...

1. have attention deficit issues.
2. get molested in the basement of their little league coaches house.
3. work at a the quik e mart.
4. wear a cardigan with a name tag on it.
5. become addicted to marlboro reds.

my brother has a hollow leg!

been a minute...

went on trips got champagne crazy. this past weekend landed us in this lame open bar on the east side, that we got STUPID at. i am talking pitchers of beer being chugged and all types of good times.

yesyes

leaving on an avion...

i am out yall!

going to paris, city of lights!

-no french

-no contacts

-and a hefty belly of bust that ass...

should be interesting to say the rest!

artistically, i more than likely will be defacing as much property as possible, and documenting it.

i plan to bring along exactly 5 to 6 rolls of film, that i have saved from years of photo glut...

i intend on coming back with all of them exposed, and yes i mean actual, physical film!

35mm, chemicals, plastic, and all types of tangible positive(negative) glory.

for you naysayers, yes i will have my digital camera as well...yada yada yada

adieu!

m

p.s. stay tuned, i am semi lap top ready, and may just be posting from the field mofongo's!

where have all the witch doctors gone???

boy, i been straight trippin!



my wonderful friend letty, got me a copy of "tim and eric awesome show, great job!" season one

for xmass. i have been watching too much, and i am sure it is giving me brain lesions. so this morning i made a decision. that from today till the new year, i will watch nothing but depressing ass foreign films.

starting with

Dekalog (The Decalogue) directed by Krzysztof Kieślowski

if i get through that

then i will continue with

Berlin Alexanderplatz directed by Rainer Werner Fassbinder



one set of polish films based on the ten commandments, and another set of films based on a debbie downer german novel.



hollerzscht!

the big three killed my overlord.

i think rainey is right.
tell me what you think. let go of my ego! where have all the rebelde's gone? they don't dance no more.

i've been a wreck lately. not much happening on the sleep front. high anxiety is a plus. nightmares are fun.


on the real the riz has been glue to my shattered madness, bless her heart! thats good. looking forward to my mom visiting, only cuz i plan on ditching her drunk ass in red hook for a night or two(dead ass!).


no mas!



time to pot or get off the shit.



shed will be the skin!