John, I'm only dancing

ground control to major tom, you guessed it, the man whose middle name is "tailored suit" and is married to Iman. He's floating in the most of peculiar ways, none other than David Bowie. Hate him, love him, envy him, I enjoy partaking in all three said acts of curiosity.

(this just in, elephants can sense danger, they can distinguish between those who prey on them and those who just want to snuffelufogus for a while under a nice palm tree.)

but back to Bowie. I hate him. Let me restate that, I love him. More importantly....I really envy him, and oh yeah....boy is he corny. it could be a mixture of the Beatles meets the theme song of Whose The Boss. Changes for instance, a great song, but the chorus reminds me of TGIF back in the 90's. Oh by no means am I hating, this is where he's a genius. He evokes a mixture of emotions, the combination of love and hate, the really catchy with the really annoying all in once song, which the only outcome screams "more, more, more, more".

This man makes me want to watch Headwig and the Angry Inch over and over. Great movie, has anyone seen it? The songs are so horrible, they become catchy, especially the last one. well, I just finished a pudding snack pack and Star Wars episode IV. time for bed ya'all

at least I try....

you know, at least I try. Maybe if some people weren't so funny and clever, AND if some people didn't post all the cool pictures from the web, maybe then........I'd have something worth talking about. jeez, way to make an aspiring trio candidate feel useless.......................and that's that, I'm just kidding. just joshin, just.......you know what sucks.

tornadoes.

tornadoes that rip apart po-dunk towns like Williamston, Michigan. I actually woke up today with 14 miles worth of gas left in my tank, and remembered........."oh yeah....the gas station blew away, I'll have to drive 5 miles to the town next door to fill up."

my dad took some photos, I will be posting them eventually so that all you daily readers will be content for the day. (regarding the "daily readers" comment, it has actually reached a negative number, because I think I visit my own page more than anyone else)

So yeah you heard it right, a tornado decided to make a pit stop in our town. The entire town is blockaded with all sorts of police members, and it's damn near impossible to get inside the town unless you live there to which the officers seem to make you believe that you don't live there. Most of the houses and shops are damaged, so they are extremely worried about looting, which usually happens late at night, which also just so happens to be the time that I usually return from the painting studio. hence my upcoming story.

3:00 am, last night I'm driving home from the studio. I'm eating graham crackers and basically every bite leaves a trace on my lap. I'm a messy fat kid basically, I slow down at the first road block (2 miles out of town). I tell the officer I live in Williamston, he let's me go. I reach Williamston, and I'm about 300 ft. away from the stop sign I always take a right on in order to get to my house. Officer stops me "what's your purpose at this hour", he says. He looks down at my lap covered in cracker crumbs. "Driving home.....I mean...I just live up there (pointing)...I mean I live at 460 S. Cedar Ridge Run...I MEAN! 460 S. Cedar Run Ct. I have mapquest directions....here look." (i pull out the mapquest directions I printed off this past summer from my house to Caitlin's old apartment in Rochester. at this point he looks at me like I'm drunk as hell.
"why do you have mapquest directions to your own house? what are the closest street intersections?" he asks.
"ummm this one (point to the stop sign 300 ft. ahead) I can't remember the name of that street sorry, but if you go down like 4 miles past my house M-52 intersects.......I don't know...It's all country roads back there......there aren't any intersections.......is that a trick question?"
The cop looks at my license, it has two entirely different addresses on it, plus it's bent in half, he could have easily given me two tickets for that. One address says "Williams Hall, East Lansing" and the other says "Eureka, Lansing" which is posted over the sticker that shows my mom's house in "Ann Arbor". My license covers the past 4 years of my travels.

I try to tell him that I am a student and I don't really pay attention to the roads, because I typically always come home around this time, and I just know which places to turn. Let alone my dad's car says "CIA" on the front of it, so there's the whole conversation about "who does this car belong to sir?"

so yeah, every street has a road block consisting of two cars, this lady cop this morning told me that they weren't allowing anyone who doesn't live in the town to even pass through. basically this means all us city folk are trying fine tuning those back road driving senses once again. Although there's nothing better than getting lost on a country road, it's a confidence booster in terms of decision making as to "what road to turn on". It always seem like a handful of the best ideas you've ever had, until you find yourself 3 towns over.

well, this is my story for today, I hope everyone is doing well.

you have located yourself here for a brief moment.....hello

I was looking for a drum machine and came across this....
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/drum.php

"Political language . . . is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind." George Orwell

There has been a slight rupture in my typing these days, time tables, "things to do" lists have been spewing out from within my insides.
months have passed, passed on to that little storage facility, a canyon filled with thoughts.

My favorite English rock band has released their new album, "inrainbows", within the confines of their website for which ever price you deem fit. I paid 1 lb., but I do intend on finding it on vinyl once released.
not just good music for the fall, but the artists they pull in for their album covers are mint.

Two weeks have passed, intense is a lame word, but then again everything worth doing somehow always seems intense. I got a lot of new ideas out on the table, and I'm glad that, that is where they will stay, not in a graduate portfolio but rather in my back pocket, for my own mini slide show if you will. I have ideas about sitting against one corner of my wall with a coke in hand, putting down all the blinds, and projecting images of newer paintings up on the wall. Visual family vacation for one, all expenses paid. I've been feeling like crackers for the past few weeks if one could imagine.

It's good to have a plot. Watching people stagger into the library like dogs running in from the rain is a way to start.

Our world is being continuously rearranged around us in deceptively small increments. Though we like to pretend that the emerging new order is "normal," that daily life proceeds much as it always did, with a few small novel inconveniences, we keep on bumping uncomfortably into the furniture. The people of Austria give up freedom of speech, yet everyone speaks their minds, more openly at that as well. small deceptive increments on a level close to the red clearance signs posted everywhere.

The greatest military power in history has shackled its deadly hardware to the rhetoric of fundamentalist Christianity, with all its righteously simplistic moralism, in a war of "good against evil" and "freedom against fear."

what the hell happened....why do we stand for this while sitting down, we may as well staple our mouths shut and close our eyes. I'm not talking about taking a stance, I'm as well too busy for that, but seriously............it's depressing. the beat of the hollow bodied drum is set at a repetitive drowning tempo until finally someone has the guts to smash a hole through it.

but i'm a sucker for songs that feature kids in the background making some sort of noise, laughing or singing, crying or sleeping.

you could make the pigs disappear,
you could make the ducks run in fear,
making the subtle come alive,
while the tradesmen sell their sons and daughters,
to a town nearby.

We could take a break,
You and I could take a break,
didn't you once say
you need to get outta here?

(part one of new song I'm writing)


Something throughout the day tells me to look up in the sky more, "pay attention to the clouds boy!", "yeah, I know but why?" several times....I don't know for which reason yet though. The clouds are becoming more beautiful these days. Or maybe my eyesight is just going.

smokey gray tight jeans, black hoodie, smokey gray v-neck t-shirt, black scarf, double-breasted black jacket.......no I'm not talking about My Chemical Romance, but more about what I want my winter outfit to look like.

Close but no coconut, work is almost done. I'm off to the gym afterwards though, this kid needs to get his energy back. Two weeks on solid caffeine have torn holes in my wallet as well as in my stomach. The only remedy is to sweat it out, these bloody headaches are a nuisance.

Began work on the stop-motion project with mr. neal. Tracing paper is fun again, hell, drawing is fun again. Photoshop these days replace a lot of the pain when it comes to overlapping compositional drawings.
This is adding up is it not? maybe time for a break, rest those puffy eyes
cheers-
anthony