time at home...finally...

retreating...turning more inward personally as I turn more outward socially...weird. I have no major problems (that I know of...), but it seems as though as the world gets bigger around me the more isolated I am from it... I think part of it has to do with the way I am thinking right now...focusing on the production of my art(s) and working towards the resolution between concepts and emotions and the physicality of craft...it becomes a bit more reflective at times, but I feel that only through that reflection of where I've been can I move on to where I'm going although I have no idea where that may lead...it seems at times that there's a cliff edge right in front of me and that something life changing is right around the corner...it generates a double dose of fear and excitement that often gets channeled into a chaotic mess that's really hard to harness...I work hard and I play hard, but I'm not to sure I'm doing anything...I feel great...and I guess that's a good thing...so I get to sit back, put my tray table and my seat back in the full, upright and locked position and enjoy the flight...

spent the entire morning listening to Leonard Cohen, doing laundry and cleaning the house...God that felt good! this weekend is the first without a pressing deadline in the shop...but I need to start two remodel designs for clients that have been more than patient with me...so when it's not the welder it's the drawing board...

came across this pic at The Cup, taken some time ago...haven't worked at AiP in almost three years...


pretty funny shot...

oh yeah...little Tufty Girl left this morning...I'm going to miss her...she was so sweet...but she went with two equally sweet new two-leggers...three down, two to go...I should really try a little harder at this...

just a human...

being...me...

someone people...

...are just plain chicken shit.

stand up.

or stand down.

I personally don't give a shit.

resistance is futile...

Now I have been assimilated...the "merger" draws nigh...two days to go...

Me:
I will resist this action with my last ounce of strength...

The FIRM:
Strength is irrelevant.
Resistance is futile.
We wish to improve ourselves.
We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own.
Your talents will adapt to service ours.

Me:
Impossible.
My being is based on Freedom and Self-determination.

The FIRM:
Freedom is irrelevant.
Self-determination is irrelevant.
You must comply.

Me:
I would rather die.

The FIRM:
Death is irrelevant.

thus goes the conversation in my head...

what is rest anyway...

out late at deadCENTER last night... the Lips movie was fun... IAO was moderately attended but the Skirvin was packed... after party at Nonna's roof was entertaining to say the least... off to breakfast early morning with the bar crowd... home to sleep for 3 1/2 hours... back up and over to the shop to meet Skillet for a bike ride... thought we were going to ride to Jones and back but it took me until we almost got out there for my legs to wake up... so... like a couple of dumb asses we decided to do Hogback Road up to Memorial, over to Triple X and then back through Jones on the way back to the shop... 45 miles, all hills, all day... we used to be able to do that ride like it was nothing... not anymore... one word, cooked... after getting back had a sandwich at Red Cup, triple espresso at Daddy Warbuck's, pizza and a fucked up Caesar salad at Sauced, then to the shop to work all the rest of the day... need to sleep, but also need to get into the office early to get the plans ready for a project... shit.

about that fucked up Caesar salad... never before have I had a Caesar salad with much beyond lettuce, parmesan, croutons and dressing... the typical, traditional Caesar... not this baby. this "Caesar" had lettuce, I think some cabbage, carrots, tomatoes, parmesan, a bucket full of dressing, and ONIONS! friggin' onions! on a Caesar! but wait, I'm not a picky eater, I don't mind different places trying different things with whatever in an attempt to be unique...but I kid you not, there was what amounted to a whole onion in one stinking bowl of salad! once I got that crap out of there I had a half Caesar. of well, guess I can put that one on the ol' list of shit I'll never eat again... the pizza was good though...

I need to sleep...but after a good long shower...I'm filthy...

and another thing...

...oh never mind.

btw...

...anyone can call anything art.

just thought I'd make that perfectly clear so as to avoid any confusion.