Monday, November 22, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Everybody, look. I'm on fake TV.
I'm doing a show on Monday and Wednesday night (10pm EST/7pm PST) called The Grounded Astronaut. It's mostly just me doing some live illustrating and talking about life and art with any friend or local artist who wants to join me in studio. Maybe my Neighbors would like to be guests at some point? As the Neighborhood can attest, no distance is insurmountable. All it takes is an Internet connection and a microphone. Let me know if you'd like to join.
:::note to neighborhood: please pass to likeminded dreamers::::::::
for megan and joie rue!
lveo. peace, ya'll!
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
"Within 24 hours, nearly 20,000 people had signed up for a Facebook group titled “please don’t jump,” which was later linked beneath the secret on the Post Secret blog, linking in thousands of supportive comments. On the group’s page, sympathetic users posted comments ranging from simply 'I want you here' to 'If I knew when you’d be at the bridge, I’d drive all the way from Ohio to meet you there, and hold you until you changed your mind.'"
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
I'm trying to do something new,
moreugly and blurry
and family; it's called the big heart show,
it's about showing what we've found.
Here are the first three epidoses for your disapproval...
This is the Big Heart Show!
A Working Class Hero Is Something To Be
Today is Tuesday and we are just normal elephants
Monday, May 3, 2010
they are trying to take away my dirigible. it's too dangerous. too combustible, they say. well, so be it. i'll think of it less as my castle in the sky, and more as a cocoon that I have to leave behind. i won't mourn it. i don't need it to fly. after all: I am becoming flight.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
It embodies self-sufficiency and resourcefulness, learning and curiosity, human expression and creative exploration. It intends to prepare, inform, and provide an alternative to current and future living spaces.
In preparation for our coming world with an increase in population, a decrease in usable land, and a greater flux in environmental conditions, people will need to rely closely on immediate communities and look for alternative living models; the Waterpod is about cooperation, collaboration, augmentation, and metamorphosis.
As a malleable and autonomous space, the Waterpod is built on a model comprised of multiple collaborations. The Waterpod functions as a singular unit with the possibility to expand into ever-evolving water communities; an archipelagos that has the ability to mutate with the tides.
The Waterpod is mobile and nomadic, and as an application for the future it can historicize the notion of the permanent structure, simultaneously serving as composition, transportation, island, and residence. Based on movement, the Waterpod structure is adaptable, flexible, self-sufficient, and relocatable, responsive to its immediate and shifting environment.
As with art, architecture is largely about stories: stories of its inhabitants, its community, its makers and their reflections on the past or expectations of the future. The Waterpod is an extension of body, of home, and of community, its only permanence being change, flow, and multiplicity. It connects river to visitor, global to local, nature to city, and historic to futuristic ecologies.With this project, we hope to encourage innovation as we visualize the future fifty to one hundred years from now."
more here and here
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
i’m collecting stories about transition and transportation from all sorts of people, in all sorts of places, for a performance project that will happen next spring (2011) in providence...
do you have any stories you'd be willing to share? anecdotes from bus rides, serendipitous happenings, close calls?
subtopics of particular interest right now include:
home | homelessness | wandering | wanderlust | acclimation | language | poverty | chance encounters | anonymity | ritual | habit | moments of life change | bus/subway culture vs. car culture | providence, rhode island
if you want to contribute, please email your stories (related to the above list or not) to: transitionplay (at) gmail.com
more info/updates: http://transitionplay.wordpress.com
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Henryk Gorecki's "lento e largo - tranquillissimo" from symphony no. 3
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
I am reading books on physics that I do not understand. I am reading them in this man's voice. I am doing strange interviews with the wind, a pageantry of blissful madness played for empty stadiums. I am allowing to speak to me that which does not have a voice. I am deciphering codes and symbols. I am making up the future to understand the past. I am clenching pens and pencils like rifles at the ready. I am bewildered and frustrated and enraptured. I am a conspiracy of one. I am burning with a thing inside me. I want it to catch fire in you, too.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
"Here's a startling statistic: 9 out of 10 Americans have never received a postcard with a play written on it. I'm outraged too. But we can piss and moan about this sorry state of affairs or we can act, and I have decided that it's time I did my part to heal this broken world. Therefore hear this: I will write you a play on a postcard and mail it to you. It will be new and just for you, and you can perform it with finger puppets at your kitchen table or simply read it in the bathroom. Together we can change an invented statistic. Will you join me in the fight?"
Monday, February 8, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
I found two different biography of E.Dickinson. One writes that her father was a tyrant, another that he was loving father. So I believe neither.
That writing about death doesn seem to me that she longs for it, it would be quite simple. It sound like something metaphysics. I do not understand it.
I have no idea how to read these poems, but I would like to understand them.
And write me what are u doing, how are you and how is your little niece. I would like to go to Shangay to see Expo 2010, but it is quite far:)
I am sending you no love, but good slovak beer.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
"In the smallest sense, we are an online literary magazine. In the broadest sense, the scope of the project includes Umbrella Factory small press publications, workshops, reading series, community events and (in the long haul) a home-base, independent bookstore where we can centralize our most heady aspirations."