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September 13, 2011 // Posted in !Create, !Vent. (Tags: , , ) |  No Comments

This is not a test. This is not a test. Remain calm. You have nothing to fear…except for your own personal safety! This veiled false sense of security of an announcement is to mock those of you still tuned in. There is no building to leave, seatbelt to fasten, or need to securely brace yourself aboard a sinking hand basket.. Yes, that was your rescue fading away in the rear view mirror, but when did that happen?. My 4G is at full bars. Surely, that counts for something.
The weird dribble above is a taste of what happens when information filters are over taxed. I recently unplugged the information plug from my socket to remember dramatic pauses, unearth the secrets nestled in the space between words, and absorb the arias of whispers from the crucible of creation ( I love that phrase). Imagine surpassing the 60,000th mark for work emails. My comprehension has eroded to a fleeting gist of summation, while wading through a “reply to all” culture plagued with ineffective communication skills and insecure egos. It’s painfully obvious of my preposition damage. I certainly can’t miss it after the fact. Do other experience this? I don’t know….
Information overload… gonna make my head explode!

Pride, Duty & Space Change

July 25, 2011 // Posted in !Create, Art (Tags: , , , , , , ) |  No Comments

I salaciously dabbled in some soft non-profit pan handling for Pride Sunday. Weeks before, I wanted a different routine away from the party river of least resistance and unknowingly mental blast the universe for assistance. My response was a slip on a banana peel that breached me upon the deck of The Imperial Council of San Francisco’s charity fleet. I reeled from the awakening of a self actualized thought. Basking in a whiff of arrogant laughter, I mentally chided the work hard mantra of the “little people” They clip clop around marveling at a sun set and a sun rise. I masquerade around as a quantum singularity, radiating a hex of improbability. One random quirk could catapult me up the echelon order of society or below the bowels of Hades. This quirk afforded me the opportunity to participate in Pride Sunday and also dumb down to graveling on the street for $$$ all at the same time!. “I accept!” Pride morning, I pondered the appropriate attire to wear to such a function. Bathing seemed optional…hmm? A travel wash and a few laps around the block should authenticate me enough not to offend. Then a quick squirt of Febreze on some jeans and a t-shirt from the dirty clothes hamper and color me done. I arrived early and eager. If only my attention span could match my nano-second of enthusiasm. I was dumbfounded by the tepid engagement from the throngs of people herding through the gate. What looked like a goldmine was anything but. My excitement of the crowd started to wane and I was crippled when I learned it was a three hour tour. I had to reach deep to stay afloat. I revisited my advertising and marketing classes. I craved out my target market and revamp our sales pitch. “5 dollar donation gets you 1 dollar off drinks was not poppin.”5 dollar now or we take it later…”. “5 dollars gets you off? “5 dollars to have what’s behind door #2!” That resulted in smiles and cheeky banter and modest donations. I could see my patience in the rear view mirror when the questions erupted. And, yes, there are stupid questions. Is there a fee? It’s a donation. Do I have to pay? No. Do I have to donate? Uh, yes! Are there ins and outs? ?!? I saw them as a mindless, gaseous mass of hairy, sweaty pits and I wanted out. I longed for my curator days where I controlled and protected the gallery from street eaters, transients and photo snapper. “Please re frame from touching the paintings.” “Our bathroom is broken”, “I wasn’t kidding about not taking pictures.” “Please leave!” That was a favorite. One exchange with an errant visitor resulted in a major sale.. Not at the gate. I was powerless and surly. Then it was over much like this post.
** Sat on this one too long. : (**

Chip, chip away…..

May 5, 2010 // Posted in !Create, !Vent., Art  |  No Comments

Ever bitten off more than you can chew? I’m wading through all the photos and

videos of me tiling my table and I can’t get a decent story line together from

what I was able to salvage from an encryption problem. Some ideas are gonna

have to filmed again and I’m not to pleased. I gonna need additional bodies for

angles, etc… Then there’s the whole permission things with stores. I don’t get

it. You want publicity, but no piracy of store’s theme, products, etc…. Have

they ever heard of hidden camera? Recently, I’ve been brushed away from just

filming the outside of stores, like their store is the center of my focus. Now

if someone was robbin’ the joint, they’d want every jpg, mov. mpg, and wmv

for evidence. While I’m there, people who get into a huffy about having their

picture taken shouldn’t leave their dwellings. I wonder the film time one

consumes on various cameras while going to work. MUNI doesn’t count cause

most of their camera don’t work! The only cameras that seem to work properly

on MUNI are those from passenger filming the latest beat down. Another false

sense of security are fake security camera. Need I vent more? Those seeking

attention would really be hot if their Air Jordan were scuffed up in some urban

larceny that didn’t filmed. Outdated video programs presents the next hurtle.

I like the program I have, but it’s not working properly due to continual updates.

I’m so over it. I tried just using what Windows had to offer. TRIED! I have to

investigate new video editing software and that not the time I want to spend in

front of a monitor. Hopefully the learning curves aren’t steep this time around.

Third problem is laziness pays off NOW!


February 4, 2010 // Posted in !Create, Wire Folk (Tags: , , , ) |  Comments Off


I and still haven’t figured out the direction of this one (Raw Start). I hung the wire circle on the wall to
gauge it’s partner. I became irritated by the lack of obedience the circle inflicted upon me by not flushing against the wall. I fiddled around at correcting it and then abandoned it swaying. It kept swaying. Periodically, I would tear away for the idiot screen and see it mocking me. “STOP!” I challenged. My curiosity was engaged. “Let’s see now?” Nope. “Sneak peek on the wink, wink?” Wrong again. “Really?” I reluctantly admitted from across the room. …”POOF!” An angle was discovered. Thoughts became light and receptive. Exploration became the theme. My entire surrounding was a canvass of hidden enjoyment.

Wheel of FortuNe

August 11, 2009 // Posted in !Create, !Share, !Vent. (Tags: , , ) |  No Comments

I think its time to stop1250am
…And the wheel turns… and the wheel turns. We’re all part of the wheel.

…..This solar return was meet with unbridled creativity. Writing, wire twisting and sound making have dominated the landscape. Maybe be heading back to using home computer for things other than watching movies. The discovery of a “lost” graphic design has resurfaced and renewed my interest in continuing the series. I have the RAW images back!

…..Fumbling through my scribbling I can’t get the egg and chicken conundrum out of my head. Or, what’s the sound of a one-handed clap. I don’t care if it’s the egg or chicken came first so long as they’re hot and well seasoned. Countless failed attempts at trying to get a simple request like “could you please have my scramble eggs seasoned with a little salt and pepper” has harden me. It not like I wanted an amendment to the constitution. Don’t even get me started on finding enchilada in this place world renowned for its grub. And by real, I mean the kind you bake! Having to ask this at a taqueria is insulting. If I wanted 7-11, I’d go to Taco Bell. Okay.. let’s get back on track. Egg over Chicken? I say neither came first. Perhaps, an image was first? For me, working with wire is like working backwards from starting with an image to completion. Suffice it to say, they’re here. Next! A one-handed clap? A one-handed clap against what? Thigh? Knucklehead? Face? Tosh? Let’s think outside the box.

Some treats. Here’s two brief excerpts of one poem I’ve revisited:
Binding me to the test I need
Icy rings feed on me
Covets my life my destiny

Hear those circle counter quantum leaps
Rigid coils blocks the free
Diverts my path and blind to see
Bruises my heart in mockery
One step ….. (Of course there’s more…)

Binding me to the test that I need
Coils bleed tight but I’m still moving free
I dance with life, but I’m denied the lead
A misdeed is tempting me

Friends are cheering
While daggers unsheathe
Unlike the coils
They stay out of my reach
Their lack…..
(Can’t you just sense what’s ahead? There’s four more juicy verses!)

Side note: Having issues with formatting this blog. Things like indenting, centering, etc. Perhaps I mashed on the wrong button. Normally, I would “take it back to formula”, conduct a seance or sacrificial offering but I don’t care.


Round midnight.

June 12, 2009 // Posted in !Create, !Share, !Vent. (Tags: , , , , , , ) |  1 Comment

Whirling throw the sausage tube, my senses craved any oddity, movement, non-conformity.

I was testing myself to find a spark in the most dismal of all places…MUNI. Instead, I swallowed the grim reality of ashed dreams from the worn out ups and downs passengers. Our mood wasn’t chipper. Saturday morning cartoons left some of us a long time ago and others screens displayed off the air snow. I bravely imagined how menial people’s lives must be to imprint such an image on the world then quickly switched to my lunch options before I puked in my mouth. I was the picture perfect urbane MUNI-muter. 70% The Joker. 22% The Fool. 8% unknown. In total denial of my insignificance, but consciously fashion forward. Bling isn’t necessary for that swing-zing. I would say introducing something other than black and grey in a wardrobe would be radically progressive and effective. Shades are mandatory. This dual purposed lifesaver deflects unnecessary eye-interaction. And tones down that wretched lighting should The City remember to change the bulbs. Messenger bags trumps the dated backpack, which is better suited for weekend affairs. A good pair of blue tooth cover-the-entire-ear-headphones insulates you from any noise, especially if the little people should muster up the courage to speak. Olfactory senses are pretty much defenseless and battles through the over-sprayed and under-washed individuals. Breathing through the mouth or flat out moving are your only options when confronted with a hearty city-dweller who chooses odor as their vehicle of communication. MUNI must be commended for providing a vehicle for us to experience the colorful displays of human evolution. I may gripe and moan but the levels of entertainment exceeds my intolerance. Long live Late Night!

It’s ironic the most tragic of circumstances can result in the greatest of discoveries. I’ve always fiddled around with my voice but something primal is urging me to delve deeper. I’ve got a hunger only satisfaction can stop. I’ve woken up from sleep singing. Vishuddha I hear ya loud and clear. “OM!” All my other projects are in a holding pattern. Currently, challenging myself to deconstruct my poems into songs. “Whew!”This outlet fits me like a glove and it’s the best stress reliever. I’m finally putting my big mouth to good use. I got a little carried away at work and got called out in an email. She even came over and said I had a nice voice. : )


A big welcome to Funny!


May 15, 2009 // Posted in !Create, Art, Uncategorized (Tags: , , , , , ) |  No Comments

** Funny incident edited for internet privacy**
This drunken vagabond slurred his way across Hayes Street into a watering hole with the intent of replenishing himself, but incurred the wrath of the in-keeper. Popeye reeked of failed glories and swaddled laughting-lionup to the bar, or so he thought. More like a zig-zag from the front door, to a video game, back to the front door, ATM machine then finally a stool. It was quite amusing to the patrons. A defiant “GET OUT” erupted from the in-keeper’s lips. In a dramatic departure from the normal dismissive, the in-keeper came from behind the bar to secure the parameter. He feverishly spraying everywhere Popeye had been with this mysterious spray can. The bar, stools, video game, ATM machine…open air! His efforts drew admiration. I felt clean and swine-flu free from watching. I demanded to know what was being used. Demanded. Lysol? Febreze? … AQUA NET HAIR SPRAY!! It became a googolplex moment of laughter.


First you need to know about a googol: the digit 1 followed by one hundred zeros (in decimal representation). The term was coined in 1938[1] by Milton Sirotta (1929–1980), nephew of American mathematician Edward Kasner. Kasner popularized the concept in his book Mathematics and the Imagination (1940).

Googolplex is the number 10 followed by a googol.
There isn’t enough space in the universe for all those zeros. I equate it to creative inspiration. That one brief moment when human aspiration conjuncts with totality; delirious wonderment erodes barriers of duality and enlightenment step forth…YES! And the dance of the ancients begin. Amen. Hallelujah(הללויה). OMM!
The side effects are de-li-cious. A well trusted kitchen staple is my new BF for wire pieces. I was contemplating ideas regarding some labor issues and by chance my eye happened to affix on the container. BAM! The rouge idea electrified my senses. I became light headed and flushed. Maniacal laughter filled the air and my blessing turned into action. I set a record for the longest time spent on a wire piece in one sitting: 7 hours. I tore into it like a Christmas ham. Usually, I cut wire off the spool. This time I attached it to the piece and carried on. 100 yards later the green was gone. “It not done”, I brayed. I rustled up some purple and began anew. My thoughts became mercurial as I bore through obstacles peppering my progress. As my hair was my witness, I was not to be denied!

S & G of a day!

April 17, 2009 // Posted in !Create, !Share (Tags: , , , ) |  No Comments

Didn’t shave causin’ wave on MUNI today.  Everyone a fire sign on a short play date.  Touch with your eyes? See with your hands? What are the rules of this game again.  “Approaching Embarcadero!”  MUNI ain’t my friend.

the start off..

Approaching Embarcadero!

Have you ever had a tease of sneeze anchored in one nostril for days? Torture? Peak experience?  Something in order for me to have a  pixelated  moment on MUNI this morning.  Mischief is afoot and I pity my co-workers. One already loves my spoon typing skills. She gave me a wound up chick. A band emerges as salsa scents the background: MurderHole or Meurtriere.  Chirp would make a perfect drummer/rhythm section to my percussionistic expressions.  The world would be ours for the taking so long as  Chirp can keeps the beat.  Failure is a guaranteed date with Crisco.  Auditioning this frog who love the vaudeville . “Hello my baby..hello my honey…. hello my ragtime gal.”    We’ll see.  “Burp.”

Suns calling, bye.


March 27, 2009 // Posted in !Create, !Vent.  |  2 Comments

Only me.What is it good for? Absolutely nothing. That’s been my past and recent experiences. I can count on one hand and break a few finger the amount of successful times I experience the we in teamwork. School was the greatest test. I learned quickly being paired up with the jock/cheerleader. You know the type that blossom in their school years only to crash and burn later. We start off with the best intentions. “We got plenty of time.” “I got practice, etc. but will catch up later.” Finally our first meeting days before our deadline:
“Where did the time go?” We’re gonna have to go off of what you have, cuz I spaced on this.”

“I have nothing.”
“WHAT?” But I’m gonna fail.”
“No!” I hastily interrupted. “We’re both gonna fail, but I can afford the hit.”
I made such inroads with the in-crowd. Then there was that time camping. The same person “threw” their back out AGAIN. Then Dick and Jane, two able bodies couldn’t muster the strength to gather fire wood, watch a dish, etc. Thankfully, I didn’t find out about their handicaps until on the way home. I was too busy destroying my tent and twisting wire to notice their transgressions. The only successful attempt at teamwork was wining my Dell Notebook. We won through Dell’s poorly promoted scavenger hunt in San Francisco. There were eight colors that we were all slated into and you had to be the first in your color group to win. 16 winners total. We came in third overall and first in the black group by scheming answers out of other people and my classic Carl Lewis, sprint across an active Fourth Street Bridge. One of our clues was on the other side of the bridge and a ship had the nerve to want to cross. Mind you, this was the first time I’ve know the bridge to be active. “I don’t think so”, as I hopped over the guard rail blocking cars from entering . Siren’s blaring light flashing. I did run on the sidewalk and not the street. The guard ordered me to stop. Stop? I didn’t hear him. “You’re crazy!” I couldn’t stop. I was running on my toenails fueled off of a real good adrenaline rush. I wasn’t the only one. On the other side, I turn around and see halfway across a contestant in a pink tee-shirt.  He gets a cross. We were breathless, speechless, but laughing hysterically, if such a thing is possible.  Those running that section of the hunt were dumbfounded with us.  The bridge came down and pinkie tore off. I blew a carb coming out the gate and had to trot back. Later, it was discovered my bridge partner worked for Dell and he was disqualified.  His teammate still got to keep his Dell, after numerous cries of foul play from the pink group.

Flash forward to today and I’m plagued with trying to get some help with a few projects I have, while trying to reestablish myself in the “art” community.  I’m worn out with “I’m so busy”.  I suspect they think I’m incapable of doing it myself.   So be it for now.

Cruicble of creation

February 10, 2009 // Posted in !Create, Wire Folk (Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , ) |  No Comments

Divine inspiration. The creative stirs. Seeds have been planted and rooting has started earlier than expected. I’m back to 1996. I spend my lunches scribbling away and off time finding inspiration in the beauty of life. I’ve broken the covenant with myself of completing a project before I tear into another in the same medium. I shall immediately surrender my Sith card and Emperor decoder ring. It means that much! I have no choice a this point. Ideas are hitting too fast and furious and I love being seduced by the creative side of the force. Two more wire project are screaming to get done. One is a spin off of the one I’m currently working on and the other is spanking new. The inspiration for the third one hit like a cosmic lighting bolt, and it is the cosmos that in spawned the idea. I learned that Jupiter emits sound waves that can be heard on the AM frequency. Sounds from a planet? Amazing! By the way, the third one has no association with sound. Creativity is that quirky. Since I’m so fertile at this point, I’m putting it to good use with my need for less sleep. I’ve accepted the fact I can’t slumber like I want to and this night owl now enjoy his pre-dawn mornings.

tunin' out to tune in...

tunin' out to tune in...