Hurting

While many folks in the US are hurting due to the recent economic downturn and exceedingly high gasoline prices, there are still a few young hold-outs that don't care about CNN or Obama.
They spend their evenings dancing, sweating, kissing, and drinking domestic lagers.

Thank God for youth!

Flagrant

WOW! People are really douchy now-in-days.
The whole meaning of friendship has really gone by the waste side.

What a bummer!

It seems the Los Angeles is going thru an upswing in the scumbag dept. lately

Way to go guys!
Way to-fucking-go!

Fascination Street

At times I've been fascinated by seemingly random things.
I only know this because its been pointed out to me by past and present lovers.
Pointed out as a flaw of mine that they are comfortable with.

This week its been the production values of the
Lil Wayne song "LaLa".

That and a homeless crack head who's name is the same as mine-
I have to look for him, find him, and capture him on film or audio- what a sad story his is.
Future Basketball Star turned homeless crackhead.
I hope he's not dead or in jail-

The Spanish

I'm in a state of struggle with myself and my heritage.
Should I identify with my conquerors or with my indigenous blood?
What parts am I more of? I'm not sure- I know its a mixture but I'm unsure of the exact ratio.
In the end, I'm an eternally proud Nationalist, for better or for worst.

Today, in the Nordic states, the conquerors beat each other- Italy and Spain.
It was a thrilling bout-

Getting Gypped

Los Angeles sometimes makes me feel like I'm getting gypped.
I ended up here by circumstance and have not left due to loyalty.
At some point I have to throw this by the waste side. Hopefully I'll end up in Brussels or Vienna.
You see, it is because Los Angeles is a city which is constant with its allusions of grandeur.
I don't trust it.
It's gypping me of a true international, cosmopolitan living.

ALSO-its 300 degrees outside and traffic is an absolute nightmare.

The Excitement

That palpitating of the heart. How it comes up to your throat, the pupils, dilated. You start to feel the sweat and begin to shake slightly.
It's good to be alive....... or terrible at times
BUT this feeling of excitement really makes things interesting.

Boooooo!!!!

I will be doing a live art critique this coming Wednesday night at a solo show for a guy that is desperately trying to be the next Banksy.
I will post up a comment and a grading scale on 11x14 inch paper next to the piece in question.
I will most likely use an adhesive spray to post up the critiques.

I might get kicked out or booed out of this thing.
We'll see.

Millions

The history of sugar is actually quite fascinating.
I'll give you the quick synopsis;
in 530 AD- Indians (dot not feather) discovered how to crystallize sugar.
A few hundred years later, Whites took the Indian technology to the new continents-
enslaved millions of people darker than themselves and sold sugar back to the people who discovered it.
Whitey made millions-

the longing of separated lovers

There are harder things in life, but fewer are the things that can make you feel so lonely that you cry yourself to sleep.

Harmony

My next door neighbors are a family from either Jersey or Florida or some desert city somewhere.
They are fans of 80's Hair Metal and I consider them to be "metalheads" of the classiest order.
The dad and his 2 sons have a band and rehearse just about everyday, no originals just a bunch of covers
(Poison, Motley Crew, GnR, etc.).
Lately they have been working on a rendition of the classic Beatles tune "Day Tripper", an amped up, more metally version.
I guess things weren't going the way they should because the father (bass) went into a real tiff:
"It's the God-dammed Beatles for fuck's sake!!! It's about the fucking harmonies!!!".....

I'm not one for child abuse so I highly disagree with all of their behavior, yet somehow support their artistic efforts.
I'm very torn by them.

Before+After, knife and forks

I've been referred to as a "trashcan".
Not by people who hate me, but by people who absolutely love me unconditionally.
This caused some laughter, that good hearted laugh, the kind where you laugh at your misadventures.
It's robust laugh and it comes from your soul.
Indeed there have been a few misadventures and more than a few close calls.

But in the quiet- you start thinking of what you were and who you are now, I truly am a lucky man.
Somewhere along the line- I stopped being a "trashcan" and became...... I don't know what I became/or have become but the word "trash" does not feel apt anymore. It once did- and I didn't care.

I read this recently and It hit me very close, its funny what one can relate to:
"It's not that I wanted to die, its just that I didn't want to live anymore"

I do now, and I'm very happy about this turn of events!

Apple Tart

It's all too confusing at times.
We always want something that we don't have- then when we get it, we wondered why we wanted it.
We curse it and ourselves and return to the misery we only left for a fraction of a second.
(While the unattainable was attained)
And then reality came crashing down on us.