I spent yesterday finishing How Can I Hand You a Diamond?:

I got home to Random around 6pm and Bonsky had painted and moved into Robyn’s old room. I made eggs and took a nap that ran a little long. My shoulders and back are sore from not really exercising these last few days – tomorrow I’m riding off into the sunset.

I’ve been staying in the little room at L+K’s for the last few nights finishing the Mark Dion project for launch. Roger produced the visual elements, while I worked with our ruling computerz genius Mickey for the last few weeks – and especially the last few days – to make it a functioning reality. The site debuted today and I’m extremely stoked about both the work I did for it and the project in general.

Mark Dion’s Travels of William Bartram – Reconsidered
markdionsbartramstravels.com

If Jeremiah Golden or anyone who has his email address sees this, get in touch with me.

This weekend I’m catching up on email and taping / printing CX Asylums. Call me if you want to eat dinner, drink celebratory gin, listen to Ayler records or sing big business princess diana late night philadelphia karaoke at a dude bar.

Placeholder entry until Yoko Ono sends me the blog about what I’ve been doing that she promised she’d write for me

Outlife shits after the jump = 50 totally different inserts I drew/colored for the Ospreys tape on BTH. Godspeed these mugs to new bruns.

I finished CX Asylums aka How Can I Hand You a Diamond = if you have Phil Todd’s email address send it to me, scans coming later or whatever

I signed up for a Facebook account, my account is the one of me in the Ecuadorian mask L+K brought back for me from their recent trip down that way, not the big question mark, which is my dad.

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Since last time I’ve watched Breach, Stand By Me, Lost in Translation (3rd time), Shawshank Redemption (3rd time) and Haven. Half of each of these while I worked on CX Asylums (~120 pages this week), “followup” to CX Styles which Travis has and precursor to CX Mamet and whatever else. I wanted to finish Asylums this weekend but lo, I began to take my time, breaking the cardinal Fast Runner rule of the project.

My mom and I went to dinner tonight at a restaurant near Scranton. My mom asked me if found the music offensive. I didn’t, but the low lighting was somewhat unpleasant. This was remarkable because, taken as a general, what happened was this: A person thought a thing I cannot control that I hadn’t noticed was upsetting me, but it was in fact a different thing that I cannot control that they hadn’t noticed that was upsetting me. The key philosophical questions that arise are A) What does a person’s misreading of what in your shared environment is bothering you tell you about how that person conceptualizes you; B) [How] does this simple miscommunication affect other conversation; C) Is there ultimately a difference between being distracted by one thing or another in this way (minor and ambient), except in the difference between a second person’s perception or misperception of your distraction and how that plays out as in question A.

At dinner I had a gin and tonic. It was Gordon’s Gin and I tried to tell my mom some “tales of the unbreakable bottle” but she doesn’t like to talk about my drinking. Earlier in the day we had a hilarious car ride back from the mall, where we went to buy shirts for business breakfasts but instead ended up buying paint pens, during which she was appalled at the thought of using paint pens to write graffiti.

Also, let it be known that none of the above is a metaphor for or pointer to anything else in my life, nor is any of it a rhetorical secret internet message. However there are secret internet messages elsewhere in this entry.

I’m going to sleep now, back on a normal schedule. Tomorrow I’m going home and hopefully out to Lancaster and Monday I’m going to New York and Tuesday we’re playing a show and Wednesday I think I’m going to Boston.

I slept in my childhood bedroom last night for the first time in a few years and tonight – though I was planning to go back – I’m sleeping in my room in the attic. I walked up the night steps at 6am after drinking a bottle of wine and I turned off all the lights and looked out at the 1996 streets from behind my old curtains.

Essential Pete Seegar

cover dudes

DB

Lindsay Daen 

10 yr old Joe W’s skate dude. 

TI 

TI page from Apple and Banana

Current events 

I finished my loft last week. My room mural is ongoing. I am working on a drawing zine with Travis, who was kind and visionary enough to start it and send it to my court. I cooked delicious vegetables tonight and Jamie came and visited. I spent a weekend in Ohio. I have Netflix now and have seen a lot of dumb movies and two good ones. I started working on suspended shelves for my stereo speakers and next week I’m building normal shelves for my collapsing piles of floor junk and records. This weekend is The Cabin and I’ll be out of town for a few days for that. The following is Beam Halloween stuff. Real true stories coming soon.

“never once say life is crap; everything slays”

Today I went to Kinko’s and had a beautiful conversation with a dude from the Arkestra. When I got home I watched The Saint, Hellraiser, Beavis and Butthead Do America and Barton Fink. I completed the camp comic, Apple and Banana. There are sixty numbered copies each with their own covers made from collages of color copies of six different A+B drawings along with little collages made from a giant stack of finished drawings and whatever that I found in the art barn before we left. I am extremely psyched about these.

Not that I think it matters much or anything but in this continuity-crazy wikiworld I was just thinking that maybe the trick with Roadrunner v. Wile E Coyote is that they aren’t specific characters. Like how not every lion on animal planet is the same lion in some new weird scenario, where he starves or eats his young or something and then comes back next week to try to beat the drought again. So it’s not one tenacious coyote who never learns but a thousand ill-fated cousins who all get one grim attempt each, etc. When I was little as I probably mentioned on at least three blogs already I used to hate when he would try to kill the roadrunner in such a way that he wouldn’t then be able to eat it. I wrote the coyote a letter wondering if he had thought of this himself afk;dlsafk

You be the judge of what any of this has to do with my month at camp, my new house or my work. You’ll know whether you were right or wrong tomorrow or the next day when I’m not too tired to tell you.

I have a lot of new things to show you and I’ll do it soon.

I’m moving again. What a life we lead!

Write it in your phone and then watch it become true in just one year or less. What they don’t tell is that the deer snort and the wild dawn dogs run free.

All-time worst nightmares last night. I’ll tell You about them some time.