New Art: The Watershed
August 14, 2008 on 12:41 pm | In art, secretworm | 1 Comment
The Watershed, 2008, digital art as giclee print, 20″x20″. Limited to a single print.
This started out as a series of smaller panels where the man involved went through a spectrum of emotions, culminating in this piece.
The smaller pieces didn’t turn out so good, but this particular one was golden. It wasn’t until last night that the term watershed seemed fitting, but once it came out there was no changing. It fit as well as anything else in this piece.
The Watershed is all about beating your head against a wall and reaching that space between failure and understanding that you’re only killing yourself for something unrealistic. The sleeplessness and worry and self-inflicted angst of chasing the impossible is the underlying subtext, with the quiet resignation being the primary thing I was trying to convey. That moment of clarity and comprehension of one’s place in the universe is at once terrifying and calm.
Let me know what you think, as a comment or in email form.
Twitterpated 081308
August 14, 2008 on 9:55 am | In twitter | No Comments
| Current Listening: “Dictionary” by The Go Find. |
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| Damn it if DC isn’t heartwrenchingly beautiful in the summer. |
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| Current Listening: “Tart” by Elvis Costello. |
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| Art is bending me over the desk. And not in the way I might like under the right circumstances. |
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| Made brownies to torture Jimbo. |
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| Wings from the hot bar from the ghetto Giant beckon. I cannot resist their siren call. |
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| This is what sleeping in looks like. |
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Twitterpated 081208
August 13, 2008 on 8:42 am | In twitter | No Comments
| Nite nite. |
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| Note to Self (so “self” doesn’t forget): meeting w/ Plan B Gallery Thursday. Bring A-game. |
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| New art, working titles: “To Wish Impossible Things”, “Dissent”, “What I Wouldn’t Give”. |
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| Home-made roasted portabella/vidalia onion/lentil soup. Fear my culinary might! |
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| @vuboq That 12/12 project seems pretty cool, if not ambitious. |
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| Napping for 3 hours? Yes ma’am!! |
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| Napping in front of my bay window. Beautiful summer day. Awesome. |
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| Finally solidified dinner stuff for artdc monthly shindig. Thai groodness. |
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| Green Bay’s Aaron Rodgers makes sexy look so easy. Damn. |
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| Current Listening: “Ms. Fat Booty” by Mos Def |
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| Current Listening: “No No No” by Dawn Penn. |
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| Gave thought to daytripping to NYC today. Woke up late, decided to wander the DC instead. |
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| Morning. Craving bacon, but will have brkfst cereal instead. |
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Sonic Fix 081208: The Craters
August 12, 2008 on 9:39 am | In caribou, craters, soundtrack, tortoise | No Comments
I couldn’t find much of anything about the Craters. Who are they, and why did they decide to make records? What I think I know: they put our music on the Cooling Pie micro-label out of Brooklyn. The picture on their MySpace suggests there are three members (one of which is kinda cute, despite looking kinda like jailbait). These are songs from their Kissing/Samba Party double EP.
Fans of Caribou (formerly Manitoba) and Tortoise take note.
The Craters - Kissables
The Craters - Like You Used To Know
The Craters - Flexin’
Note to bands, artists, managers, label reps: Send me your music. If I feel it, I’ll post something about it.
Note to “music bloggers”: Hotlinking is whack. Don’t do it.
Twitterpated 081108
August 12, 2008 on 8:27 am | In twitter | No Comments
Heading home from (heavy) drinking w/ me mates. Feeling awesome, the love of good souls, FTW.
| No, Zoe, you’re NOT classy when you order White Zinfandel. See also: cosmos, appletinis, mojitos. |
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| Bar got crushed…i remain unscathed. And what?!? |
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| Bar is full. Ppl who are nice as pie, dull as dishwater. |
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| When did I become old enough to think modern music isn’t as good as the “good ol’ days”? Ouch. |
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| My left eye hurts/I can be a complicated communicator. |
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| Wtf is wrong w/ Russia? |
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| Nap nap nap. |
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| And Daddy got his phone back, y’all. Wtf is my damage w/ the portable tech? |
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| And I’m off!…the second backtracking search for a missing cellphone. Oh, were that I Yelena Rossini! |
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| Morning, poppets. |
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New SWdc Tees!
August 11, 2008 on 5:18 am | In secretworm, tee-shirts | 1 CommentHere’s the last of the new “season”. Collect them all at my Red Bubble store.
Twitterpated 081008
August 11, 2008 on 5:01 am | In twitter | No Comments
Muh-ther-fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!!
| BTW, signs point to the notion that I’ve lost my second phone in as many weeks. Fingers crossed, I left it at work, but highly unlikely. |
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| @ehundman Amen, kiddo. Amen. |
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| TOTAL cokehead @ my bar. Wants to be my buddy. Whu-teh-fuq?!? |
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| Note to self: have troublesome, incompetent, rude co-worker fired. Kthxyall. |
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| Copperred was the only thing interesting @ my bar. Now he’s gone. *sigh* |
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| Hot Turkish Daddy @ my bar. Grrrr. |
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| “Don’t make fun of me, I’m a girl!” –Random Zoe, ordering a white wine spritzer w/ white zin. |
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| Current Listening: J Dilla’s ‘Donuts’. |
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| Aaaaaaaaaand I got stood up. How the fuck did I end up the girl waiting by the phone? |
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| @sintixerr ouch ouch ouch! |
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| I think I’m getting stood up today. Lovely. |
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| Illustrator is my bitch! |
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| Mmmmmmm grits & scrapple….that’s some good eatin’ |
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| Ugh…gross. The only brkfst starch worth eating are grits. Pref. w/ cheese amd crumbled bacon. |
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| Mmmmm…bacon… |
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| Hahaha…a place for everything, & everything in its place. |
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| Waking up. No hangover. Feels…weird. |
Twitterpated 080908
August 10, 2008 on 7:28 am | In twitter | No Comments
| @NoVATork Yum…I loves me some choc-chip cookies. |
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| Yuppie Chow Hall was dead as a doornail. (What’s that mean, exactly?) leaving, heading to late nite studio time. |
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| Proper response to your kid screaming in a restaurant: remove your kid til they stop. No exceptions. |
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| I hate EVERYONE sitting @ my bar. The Zoes are having a convention. |
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| OMG– American swinner Brendan Hansen is sooooooo dreamy… |
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| RIP Bernie Mac. |
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| I am NOT in the mood, bitches. |
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| Haircut, lookin’ fresh y’all. |
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| I never paid attn to Paris Hilton before the McCain advert. Why does her ‘energy policy’ sound reasonable? Color me scared. |
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| A girl on the Metro was wearing a necklace made of kids’ alphabet blocks, spelling the word ‘bitch’. Kinda hot, kinda disturbing. |
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| Ought to be outlawed: tank tops tucked into pressed khaki shorts. What is this “fashion statement” saying, exactly? |
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| I give people all the wrong impressions, apparently. I am not “secretly nice”. |
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| Brownies, esp. the more fudgy vs. the more cake-like, make my inner fat kid do the happy dance. |
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| Internal soundtrack for today: “Fuck And Run” by Liz Phair. |
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| Being a dick doesn’t make you “manly”–just an asshole. Thx. |
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Twitter Me This, Batman…
August 8, 2008 on 11:22 am | In batman, buckminster fuller, diablo-fucking-cody, juno, twitter | No Comments
Daddy got his Twitter mojo workin’, kids. Follow my random brain splatter. More Buckminster Fuller, less Diablo-fucking-Cody*—who might have been mildly humorous without the affected pen name.
*Yes, Juno was a pretty rad film. Still. Like most everything, Twitter is best done in moderation. Sheesh.
Robots and Chili Dogs!
August 8, 2008 on 7:02 am | In art, ben's chili bowl, dahlak, de la soul, robotech, steve strawn, teena marie, transformers, voltron | 1 Comment
Steve Strawn, Gutshot, 2007, composed photograph. Available for purchase via the artist.
What happened to Ben’s Chili Bowl? I’m a cracker and all, but it’s a little weird not being the only white guy eating there. Last night it looked like a busload of The Hills extras were dropped off and told to order chili cheese fries. It was pretty funny to see a group of scrubbed Midwestern teenagers (in party dresses and popped collars, no less) asking for the autographs of the equally bewildered guys behind the counter. No joke.
Yes, I went to the gym, and then I got my grub on at BCB.
Fuck you, Judgie McJudgerson. BCB has Teena Marie and De La Soul on the jukebox. Also, the half-smoke is a quintessential DC food that is not to be missed.
Last night I also checked out Steve Strawn’s solo show at Dahlak, an Eritrean restaurant which is lining up to be an interesting space for art and live music. I’ve always had reservations about showing art in restaurants—security and potential for damage are my biggest concerns—but Dahlak is a pretty rad spot. I’ll likely be doing something with them in the future.
Steve Strawn photographs scenes of robots terrorizing the puny fleshy masses and battling each other. As a man whose childhood’s clock was set by the times that Voltron, Robotech and Transformers were on TV, I am totally smitten. Strawn captures the ever-important wowlookit’scool while starting a dialogue about humankind’s struggle against the overwhelming crush of technology. It’s morbid and funny and extremely well-done, so perhaps it’s no surprise that I’m a fan.
That’s all I got. Have a good weekend.