Drunken Ramblings

0:34 hours or 1:34 am by industry time and it is once again impossible to sleep; obviously a flash back to bloody days of the great war against sleep. Dreams are certainly out of the question – the real question is when is the next hook-up, the next score – veins are hungry for life and the body begins to sag with time – all pain is forgotten at Zero in fact there is no forgetting because everything is still at Zero. So, it is time to get back up out of bed and accept restlessness as a companion; time sure is painful when your waiting.

0:55 hours (1:55 am) still early in the night and there is no more time to wait. Warm liquids with stringent smells will have to do; a simple answer and problematic vice. Take the liquid (of choice of course) pour it into your favorite container (glass, bottle, shoe,) drink the liquid and then promptly wait until the next drink pours itself. This is vice that kills dreams, and no one can stop it. It also takes much longer, however this is what you can expect at discount prices. Sell it to yourself because you will surely never sell yourself to it.

Oops I Wrecked My Car

Yeah thats right, I wrecked my car two days after my birthday which happens to be my moms birthday.

What happened you ask? Well once I was 40 yards away from the giant ramp I built and only going 65 I knew I was in for it from that moment on, thats right I kinda hit a ramp and uhhh yeah the rest follows.

Well, I wish that was my story but unfortunately I only hit a concrete embankment. However, I was close to going 60 when I did hit the wall. It was a sharp on-ramp that requires one to go from 20mph to 65mph with about 20 yards of lane at the top. I would have taken a picture of it but I was too dejected to even try.

Truth be told, I not only wrecked my car but I totaled it and ended up with a lousy 5k in my pocket after paying off it's lean - YEAH!

So I have been moping around with a rental and 20 days to find a new car, which I really can't afford at the moment, wondering what would cheer me up, when it came to me like a concrete wall- seeing other peoples misfortunes/mistakes that make mine look like a dented bike peddle.

I'm sure I'm not the only misbegotten driver with a - bent front left stabilizer link, broken front left axle, busted tie rod, thrashed bumper cover, shattered fog lamp/main lamp, crippled lower tie bar, destroyed lower air cover guide, bent wheel, broken transmission pan, crooked hood, and completely scrapped side panel with all the trimmings - who would like nothing less than to see other greater follies in action, so without a further a due I present THE OOPS LIST.

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How I Saw The Sun Again II

I found a great translation of this passage from Purgatorio by Dante {i'm too lazy to go back and underline purgatorio in html - this may be ironic but i'm too lazy to care (the passage comes from The Fourth Circle: The Slouthful)} which, I read thinking it was the Inferno and spent an entire night getting nowhere hehehehe. It's Virgil's discussion of love (I highly recommend it!):

Remember, Reader, if e'er in the Alps
A mist o'ertook thee, through which thou couldst see
Not otherwise than through its membrane mole,

How, when the vapours humid and condensed
Begin to dissipate themselves, the sphere
Of the sun feebly enters in among them,

And thy imagination will be swift
In coming to perceive how I re-saw
The sun at first, that was already setting.

Thus, to the faithful footsteps of my Master
Mating mine own, I issued from that cloud
To rays already dead on the low shores.

O thou, Imagination, that dost steal us
So from without sometimes, that man perceives not,
Although around may sound a thousand trumpets,

Who moveth thee, if sense impel thee not?
Moves thee a light, which in the heaven takes form,
By self, or by a will that downward guides it.

. . . find out where it ends then you'll find where it begins.

Holophonic Sound Makes People Happy

It's true, Holophonic Sound makes people happy.

What? - you don't know what holophonic sound is? It's basically another unique look into the human brain in first person (next to mechanical automatic watches). Well, basically, it's a hologram of sound which actually makes more sense then a hologram, in some ways. It is a recording that uses an inaudible sound reference to create an interference which somehow tricks the brain into hearing spacial sound references - it gets more complicated but I can't remember exactly how it works - I once found a great article about it which really explained how and why it worked but it seems to have been lost in the interweb - if you try, you may find one that is somewhat intelligible. This all brings me to an interesting factoid about how we orient ourselves in a three dimensional environ - mostly your eyes right - NO it's mostly your ears - just listen to a holophonic recording and experience the 3d yourself.

Horse : )

Nausea spins the world while a million lighted particles rip through the silence once so warm and complete. The body heaves with miniature rejections of existence at every toss and turn. Ten minutes pass, it’s time to wake up in a bed drenched with sweat. Thirty minutes pass, the room has now shrunk on the order of 2 sizes and that once tepid rest now shivers the soul right down to the bone. Memories come through the ears and nose poking little holes in the clarity of thoughts. Windows suddenly become useless edifices to the once lively world of goings and comings, even the thought of buying milk comes bearing hammers of headaches and listlessnesses.

True Brilliance In Time

Not everyone appreciates a good time piece but I believe very few could not appreciate these. Christiaan Van Der Klaauw, a Dutch watchmaker, makes the best as well as if not the most expensive time pieces in the world (Ohh how I have wanted the Planetarium 2000). These are all unique models and unique mechanics which he designed, machined, and built himself (Thus the price tags - if you need to ask how much then you can't afford em.) Corporeal time strapped to your wrist - there's just something about it.



I believe once you learn a little more about the function/mechanics of these masterpieces you may feel that they transcend a simple watch - they are a small peek inside the human mind.

It's been a long time

Sry, I went through and incredibly uncreative writing period - I did make some sculptures though, but I broke my camera unfortunately so you can't see them yet. Good news, the camera is under warranty, bad news, I can't find the warranty (I'll figure it out, no worries)

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Have you ever wanted to make a giant toothpick sculpture (Yeah, I know, me too - I used to make miniature ones as a kid with a hot glue gun.) Unfortunately I have to inform you that someone else has beaten us to it:


Not only this big, but THIS BIG:


This was a sculpture/art-installation at Burning Man a few years back, which brings me to what I really want to talk about. Where is Burning Woman? I've always wanted to go to burning man and watch all the naked hippies run around trying to find some spiritual awakening on shrooms while I built a giant wooden sculpture but I've never had the cash nor time, ohh well. Well, here is my proposal - why don't we start the Burning Woman festival and host it somewhere in White Sands (permit pending) and make it better, bigger, larger, more artistic, more burning, more humongous, cacophonous, spiritually challenging, consumer friendly (i.e. sell beer/smokes/and all things addictive), dangerous, loud, music friendly, and one where everyone works together to make one giant piece of "art" that can be seen from space! Well, it's either this or someone needs to take me to Burning Man this year and bring A LOT of wood and nails.

P.S. Did you know that Donnie Darko was written and directed by a 26 year old (Luckyeee, even though he didn't make any money from it)?