i want a little house in the forest, on the edge of all civilization.

i feel real busy. i've got a lot of stuff hanging over my head. School is winding down, so i'm gonna be busy till the holidays. And then theres the holidays.

i feel so stressed that i begrudge any time not spent working on my projects as a waste of time and feel guilty because of it. I know it's my attitude that's the problem, but...

That's why this one is short. gotta get back. Right now i'm doing a portrait of Raymond Loewy. Painted. due wednesday. i have to stop workingon that soon because i have to do a 10-minute oral report on Thomas Aquinas for my Tuesday morning class, and then a visual comparison of Verner Panton's works, due tue evening. gulp. i wish the me of the future could send the finished work back into the past to the me of now.

What i really want is to be left alone. i want a little house in the forest, on the edge of all civilization. i just don't know how to get there. How do i get there?

i feel like i might say "hey hey" and i was thinking about a robot.

Music reviews by kindergarteners

pure poetry.

i've figured out religion

it's really not about whether you worship one god or many gods, or about what happens after you die.

It's about words.

Whether you believe that words are the most important thing- "in the beginning there was the Word" Or whether words and logic are a trick, a puzzle, like Zen Buddhism believes. That's a fundamental conflict of religion that i don't think has been explored before.

Zen koans don't make any sense because that's the point. The point is that words are flawed. Language is a trick. It's supposed to get you to realize language is an inadequate system for describing the world.

i know- i'm using words. Words still can have value as a pointer, a reference to experiences.

i feel like a teenager. i know everything. i'm completely sober.

Depicto! the mag,nificent!

been going there a lot lately.you make it a prt of your life, isn't that how it is? integrate it into yoyur life?

"A gripping tale of addiction! Film at 11!"

right?

i'm in the milk and the milk's in me

Well, i did it. I was a little disappointed, to tell you the truth. I was expecting more. More visuals, possibly hallucinations. I was really looking forward to the hallucinations. I consider myself a visual person, and so i was kind of curious to see what visions my subconscious could throw out, without filtering through the censorship of the conscious. Do you iunderstand? Anyway, that was kind of what i was expecting. Whether that's what really happens or not, that was what i was expecting.

I did notice at one point that my friend's head began to move strangely as he was talking. Kind of a rubbery oscillating wobble. It went away when i tried to concentrate on what he was saying instead of what his head was doing. I think, though, that that wsa one of those situations where you realize (or notice) all the strange, unconscious gestures that people make as they talk. Do you ever do that? So, it was less a hallucination than a realization, a noticing. Noticing what was already there rather than hallucinating from your mind.

We might not have taken enough. It varies widely and my friend wasn't sure of the dose system the people who gave it to him were using. Lots of variables. So we're probably going to do it again. Larger dose this time. Set and Setting. We'll see what happens. I'll keep you posted.

other mes

One's a director.
One's a football player.
One's an author.
What am i? Nothing i can really sum up in one word. Maybe nothing.

Thank you: Django Reinhardt for playing paris blues way back then so i could hear it today. i needed that.

try this

Do a search for your own name on Google. See how many of you there are on the web. There's about three of me. One is a mini-racecar driver. One is a 'fantasy artist'. One is me.

I do this every once in awhile to check up on the other mes. The fantasy artist has updated his website. He's takin g life drawing classes now, thank god.

Someplace Else

sorry, little weblog, i've been unfaithful to you. I decided to make another weblog for an assignment in color class. It was kind of neat. You can see it here:

one off-color day

Jehosaphat.

jehosaphat jehosaphat jehosaphat.

"fun that makes sense"

Religion is just like art in this way: It can be defined as anything that people do (or make) that's not directly related to survival.
...

Wouldn't it be better if religion were helpful. Useful stuff like gardening, tilling, harvesting would be rituals. If that religious impulse in people could be used to create wealth and help people live instead of diverting resources into dead storage (icons, cathedrals, golden calves, etc.)

apologies to Theodore Geisel

Ad-man, silly Ad-man, you don't know what it means

You think you can sell us back our hopes and our dreams

What you don't understand, and never bothered to look,

is that magic's not hoarded inside of a book

It's in the imagination- yours, mine, and his

and the minds and the mouths of a million kids


'The magic of childhood is re-born as one of Dr. Seuss' best-loved characters comes to life!'