definately a hess fan. i was going to buy his "superpredators" print but it sold out from under me. roq la rue r.i.p. it actually inspired the "toothy girl" design i did.
i"ve never had a job producing art. sick but true. there's a bit of a story to it,....not terribly interesting, but significant none the less.
so, about these beers.....?
Yeah ... I knew the ice hotel was somewhereabouts up there in scandinavia. ;-)
I've seen some photos of the inside actually ... looks pretty sweet, except the beds look like a few sheets on an underlit ice block. Not sure how that works exactly, comfortwise.
molten and yellowing
chock-filled with dumb luck
sticky in places i should be dry
most alive where i'm bruised
trying to love what's not in bloom
pretending to know things i have no idea about
haphazard and cracked
blindly hopeful and jaded
fat with passion
ungracefully orchestrated and layered with scar
sadly moralized by the negative
mostly unbelievable
sick of flossing
happily remote... Read More
young american male
mailman
man of the house, not a home
masculinity
wear a mask so no one can see
inside, lost without a guide
new rules, same game
confuses my soul
my father's father's father's father
knew his role
provide, protect, professional, pro-condom
provides me with a new generation
of gender evolution
this generation X, exodus
movement of ja people to a higher land... Read More
hey. i swear i'm going to send you these disks. i've been really broke as of late. not 'poverty chic' broke but more like 'i'm hungry' broke. paydays tomorrow. soon.
painting bikes is a new thing for me, but a long time coming. i started with the airbrushe in the 7th grade but haven't been at it much in the last couple years. i've been focusing my attention on the computer. i do 'conceptual illustration' . like 'not for kids, kids stuff'.
i checked out some of you photos. nice work. we'll have to get on some time, knock a couple back.
the pacific coast highway between san francisco and seattle is at times: beautiful, unforgiving, inspiring, infuriating, hope-giving and gut-wrenchingly bittersweet. 10 days and some 2500 miles later i've returned and feel a bit shellshocked-- surprised and somewhat defeated to be back where i started, still yearning for the escape of mileage between me and what's past.
tomorrow i make a beeline south for a week of open road. if you have my email, send me a story i can take with me to read while camped out at the shore of crater lake.
Here's a silly useless story, but I'm sure you can appreciate it. I was rooting around through some old crap (I found one of those boxes of buried treasure in my folks' house)... and I found the button I got at a Kyuss gig in 1992. It says, Kyuss is God. Funny, because I never doubted that at the time, and all these years later, I am still a firm believer in the power of a meaty guitar.
And now, I must go listen to Monster Magnet, Spine of God, because I haven't in a really, really long time, and I need to reconnect with my not-so-inner stoner. It's been a looooon day.