The social pressure that his best song just had to be something from Blood on the Tracks.
Shit
Shit!
Success!
After eight months, the printing of this entire project is done!
This is the seventh and final piece:
September 24, 2008
September 19, 2008
The people that committed from their team are pretty much all the goofy, fun-loving folks.
Spotted in the mess hall at 07:25AM on a recent Wednesday:
September 14, 2008
Like having your own personal insider.
On Friday I had a very impromptu opportunity, in the form of a CellSPACE Sew-Op benefit, to hang all my panels on a wall. A real one.
Once our renegade sewing group-in-residence, the CellSPACE Sew-Op is undergoing a reboot by Ariel, an energetic newcomer with a decidedly unCellSPACE-like sense of determination. By sheer will, she arranged a lineup of artists, musicians, and DJs to appear at the warehouse to conjure $10 contributions from visitors. The night before, she offered me a space to show and so I got the chance to test run this nearly done project. Of course the wall changes everything, but I thought the stuff looked decent.
I was surprised how little I had show for eight months of printing. There are four copies of everything, but the project still seemed a lot more ambitious in my head, I think.The next day at the Ocean Beach, I was reminded how a real artist executes the exploration of scale:
“Surfers and dog-walkers heading onto San Francisco’s Ocean Beach Friday found themselves in the company of 100 wooden Indians on horseback, with face-paint and feathered spears glittering in the morning sun. The life-size plywood cutouts lining the beach just below the Cliff House are the work of Western artist Thom Ross, who based the richly colored tableaux on a famous black-and-white photo of Buffalo Bill Cody and his Wild West Show.” The Chronicle
This was impressive. But the the pieces were a lot more interesting from behind.
September 3, 2008
Obama may have been president of The Harvard Law Review, but Palin graduated from the University of Idaho with a minor in poli-sci.
Well that lasted a good four months:
September 1, 2008
Just a souvenir by your bedside.
Who is Jill? Been thinking about that one for a while now. Jill is the path of least resistance on a path that’s too long for the scenic route. Jill is a steady exercise that builds a stout musculature in the tissues no one will care to notice. Jill is a reliable intermediate between happy and sad where your headspace is actually completely beside the point. Jill is an order of chicken tikka masala on a rail car to Delhi. As you can see, all I’ve come up with are alternate lyrics to the 1995 Alanis Morisette embarrassment, “Ironic.”
I spend half my time trying to be more like Jill and the other half trying to be nothing like Jill. Sometimes she knows before I even say the word and goddamit if she will always be a part of me. Whether I like it or not. She left San Francisco on Friday, possibly forever, for the greener pastures of Chicago. This appears to be a large city in the American Midwest. With a minimum of adverbs (and with Nick T.), we unsentimentally sucked down one final beer at the bottom of Potrero Hill amidst subject-predicate-object conversation. Jill is the opposite of so many people. All this is why I love Jill.
