ride to die

Sunday October 28, 2007 at 7:00 AM in

yesterday i went on a field trip to cincinnati, ohio. the trip was a mixed bag of nuts which had a bit to many walnuts. everything was running late and by the time we got there we only had an hour and forty-five minutes at the cincinnati art museum, which had a significant amount of work, none of which i would label contemporary. the museum did not share my sentiments and they had an upper floor devoted to "contemporary" art, of which the newest piece was a stella made in 1984. the second part of the trip was a romp down town to the contemporary art center of cincinnati and we where treated with a lecture from an artist named odili donald odita. he was working on a new mural called flow. the work was too formal for my taste and i had a conversation with him that left me a bit disappointed though he is a soft spoken, passionate conversationalist. when it was time to get something to eat i discovered that everything in cincinnati shuts down for the weekend making it hard to find a decent meal, i eventually just went to a subway but in the process i got my self lost. i didn't expect it but cincinnati has a lot of pan handlers, i tried to buy one of them some bread, yet the store we went into had no bread and the nice man decided on some chips and canned sausages unbeknownst to me this particular shop did not take debit cards and when it came to check out time i was turned away. i apologized to the sausage king and was on my way. i eventually found my way back before the bus arrived with a bit of help from a one eyed, library security guard. on the ride home i listened to an obtuse conversation about pulp fiction. they had a great love for the tarantino classic and they where trying to convince a girl, whose favorite movies consisted of the new star wars trilogy and the blockbuster transformers, that pulp fiction should be her new favorite movie.

we apologize for the inconvenience but for the betterment of humanity this post has been abruptly ended due to it's length.

keeping up and atoms

Monday October 22, 2007 at 9:28 AM in

perhaps if i would have been more consistent with my updates in the launch phase of this site i would have massive amounts of readers and i could sell ad space and live off the endorsements but i didn't. so, instead i will be forced to build reader loyalty slowly and some day in the glory land i will receive a comment. one that i can look at fondly and reread late into the night. went to triangle lake bog and had a swell time, my wife ate (illegally) a cranberry from this most hallowed of grounds and will now forever be haunted by the ghost of bog men. this haunting will be in addition to the paranormal howling we get now. two night now we have been awoken, the first time it was moaning, the second time it was howling, and exploration has revealed nothing.

on another note i will be posting some images of sketches and prints that i will be selling on the cheap side, consider this a fund raiser to recoup from the car parking debacle and outstanding vet bills.

trash stalking

Wednesday October 17, 2007 at 7:31 AM in

ok, so i am going to use this thing therapeutically. i am over whelmed in my endeavors, marriage, school, finding work, house, animals all this stuff makes the fruit roll that is my life. a sour, bitter tasting, made from rotten tomatoes fruit roll that is jammed down my throat any time i am on the verge of even a breath of happiness. i feel like life is just a series of limited decision where i can pick either a pile of huge, smelly, wet crap or a pile of wet, smelly, huge crap. for as long as i can remember i have been starring at a clock waiting for some dreaded moment to either end or for one to begin. don't get me wrong there are moments where i feel alright, but there just eyes in the storm and they usually consist of some sort of escapist activity, nothing that amounts to a better life only putting off another inevitable episode of rock and a hard place. i know what your thinking "look on the bright side", "just live in the moment", "it can only get better" it's just cheap talk from happy people.

pull the moose

Wednesday October 03, 2007 at 9:52 AM in

so i was the lucky winner yesterday. i got my car towed for parking in a restricted lot. so this is not a defense of my innocents i deserved to get towed but this is a pissed off rant about how if i would have just parked illegally on campus, i would be paying a 15 dollar ticket rather than a 150 dollar impound charge. i truly have shown my deep rooted stupidity on this one. but fear not this minor set back only means we can't eat for a month.