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[Dec. 23rd, 2009|12:37 am] |
Alos; I NEED to get back into art. it's like a muscle to be worked out. mine is currently very flabby and out-of-shape.
I also need to work my body out. Just saying... |
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| Chapter 186: based on True Events |
[Dec. 22nd, 2009|11:57 pm] |
No one's allowed to steal it, yet. I may flesh it out into an idea revolving around lying to children...
INT. MBTA BUS - NIGHT
Young Boy observes wheelchair out in trash. Turns to mother.
YOUNG BOY
Mom, why is that wheelchair in the trash?
MOTHER
Because the person who was using it got better and doesn't need it anymore.
This woman is obviously a pro: the sort of shoot-from-the-hip, "best case" rationale that comes with years of experience.
Ingenious.
I also want this cause it need only run on batteries.
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| Chapter 185: LJ Boredom, aka "Techno X-Mas List" |
[Dec. 18th, 2009|07:36 pm] |
Kay, jerks,
It's that time of year. Here is a list of my utterly improbable wants and desires. Moreso than ever before, they are technological in derivation.
And none too cheap.
Still; man can dream.
So. take note. If anyone's got any hot leads (chiefly the Macbook) let me know. may have some holiday dough to throw about..
(once more; man can dream)
To attend Werner Herzog's "batshit crazy" filmmakers seminar
(Likely, this is just as good)
Maybe not looking like it's going to put me in "The Matrix",
but a RedCam would be nice.
For the money/what I need, the Nikon D5000 is the ideal DSLR at this time.
While we're at it, going to need this. No more hacked/cracked versions that won't allow outputting scratch to external drives. Time to get serious...
(NOTE: If anyone HAS bought this, however, I would like to talk: willing to pay for sharing)
With all the media I've been storing, it's become begrudgingly clear that a new system is needed. That, and Scott Willis is willing to practically GIVE AWAY his Avid system he bought in college. I need something with substantial kick if I'm editing my as-of-yet fictional media
Since a newer model has been released recently, the PMD660 (Marantz) is cheaper than ever before. I've been pining for years...
Ringflash for my fictitious DSLR.
Lomo makes a fun, low-end version.
A better god-damned job!
A subscription to VICE, as I'm getting sick of shops carrying it for FREE but hoarding them for themselves!
(Though, admittedly, I would do much of the same...)
Whence last I heard, Lucasfilm finally bent to the will of any relevant Star Wars fan and has released the original versions of Episode 4-6 on DVD.
Which is all we really want.
No zany antics via the advent of CGI characters:
no useless (and I DO MEAN useless) back-story:
no green-screen landscaping debauchery...
no.
The way it was meant to be. If you please...
This...
...this...
...these...
Immortality?
That, or more time.
This all sort of falls in with "better job"
etc.
And, more Frontline on WGBH.
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| Choater 184: Hmmmmm... |
[Dec. 13th, 2009|11:07 am] |
My half-sibling, Heather, has found me on Facebook.
This is good.
It may lead to contact with my father, however.
This might not be so good.
Further research is necessary. |
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| Chapter: 184: A Christmas Wish |
[Dec. 8th, 2009|01:02 am] |
Hey, I need a tree.
But a fake one this time.
Disheartening, I know.
I think it's time, however.
I've searched my conscience:
it is appropriate.
If anyone has any hot leads on fake (preferably FREE fake) trees, hit me, if you please.
Didn't mean to rhyme.
Simply happens, sometimes.
And if my job refuses to pay me, I guess I can define that as "saving money." |
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| Chapter 183: Approx Late Sep to Late Oct... |
[Nov. 19th, 2009|12:39 am] |
Good friend Sarah Murphy "volunteering" at party
The Pumpkin Festival, Providence, RI.
Freak accidents turning into one of my personal favorite pictures, period.
Prizes to whomever finds me in this shit-sandwich
Figured out the old "zoom with your exposure wide open" trick. Not like I've been doing photo now for the better part of 12 years or anything. Ahem...
There's also no adequate way to express the music that surrounded this...hmmm..."Pumpkin-Monster-Which-Eats-Smaller-Pumpkins."
While we're on the topic; how the fuck does one grow a pumpkin in excess of 800 lbs? No, seriously: should there be cause for concern?
The Bea Arthur Memorial pumpkin.
Yet again; no, serious.
Q: Hey Travis, do you think there's any way to make the image of Eunice Kennedy even more terrifying than she already is???
A: Oh God, I hope not.
It's like the beginning of the "Twilight Zone" movie with Dan Aykroyd daring you to see something that will fuck your life up!
Here EYES ARE RED FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!!!
Iron Pour, MassArt Hallows Eve 09'
While I would be remiss to criticize anyone who decides to use fire as their medium for expression, images such as this will be the bulk sum of what is seen at any given Iron Pour: a fire-pit amidst three hundred kids behind a 20-ft barrier, listening to this years latest Neurosis knock-off play live, stage right.
Not exactly the most inspired Friday night.
Having said that, the occasional fireworks array was quite welcome. The sparks never failed to fall down my shirt, but nevertheless...fun.
Not to mention the fire-dancers!
And while it may be that I'm just too tired at the present to be upbeat, there're just so many of these troupes that seem like they're a pair of cotton pants away from being Ren Fest employees or doing martial arts displays at malls/carnivals. (ref. Chapter 177: Spencer Fair)
Caught the exact moment the whip is being cracked.
Anyone good at GIFs look me up: I've got, like, a billion of these in succession...
The colors in these are so moot as I have no means of touching them up at the moment.
Just so you know.
Mt. Auburn Cemetery, Halloween 09'
Makeup work for Halloween costume, pre touch-up.
Finished. |
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[Nov. 11th, 2009|07:10 pm] |
I just got this...
We are officially in the future.
I'm often nervous. |
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| Chapter 181: "On the Brightside..." |
[Oct. 19th, 2009|09:23 pm] |
So, while things may be difficult for me of late, I can take solace in the fact that I'm not Ken my co-worker/Identity Thief, whom, prior to being dragged from work in handcuffs a few days ago, was wanted in numerous states for his grifting, most notably in NV for $50,000.
So. That happened.
More on him, later.
STOLEN BIKE!!!
(it's mine)
Big fucking yellow Schwinn Super Sport w/handlebar tape at time of theft.
Keep your eyes open! |
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| Chapter 180: " " |
[Oct. 16th, 2009|09:58 pm] |
The time has once again come for me to re-evaluate my drinking.
Cause last night was bad.
When I say "bad," know I mean "possibly the worst, yet."
(And by that, naturally, I mean "indefensible bridge burning")
I'm tired.
And far too old for this shit.
When you're in college, it's typical: once you've finally crossed the border of "mid 20's" to "late 20's," well...I think they call it something else.
My "time-traveling" is more pronounced, occurring almost every time I drink at this point. It can be frightening. I awaken from even good nights of drinking with that "Oh God, what have I done!?" feeling: it's just that ingrained in me. I haven't quite grasped what most people my age have (3 can do it just as well as 30) and my dignity, any idolized perceptions of self, have all but been shattered.
Such shame and indignity I've suffered for the sake of being drunk. All the things I've done (or didn't do) and the people I've hurt. When I sit and think, I can almost pinpoint the lowest points of my life to when I drink.
I apologize if I grifted anyone into believing I was capable: I'm not happy when I act this way...
(I may also have a tumor, which would explain my chronic migraines. Further research is required)
I started seeing a doctor.
Working 40 hours all but killed this.
It's time to try harder.
Cause something's got to give.
On a lighter note, and what will no doubt invalidate my earlier intensity: my tattoo...
I just needed to share it. No matter how low life gets...
this
IS
ART!!!
(Be-still my heart)
I have two options: on the backside of my hip or a chest-piece. Advice? |
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| Chapter 179: Plan-E-Faces |
[Oct. 12th, 2009|10:02 pm] |
Phase 1 of my new tattoo,
as designed by good friend
and brilliant satirist
Ryan Klemek
(Here's a link to his website)
The other side of Man-E's argument will be Billy Shakespeare. Kind of shrugging his shoulders.
And if you don't understand the reference, then you don't understand Masters of the Universe and you should re-evaluate why we interact, at all... |
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| Chapter 178: David Lynch's Interview Project |
[Oct. 11th, 2009|07:15 pm] |
Lynch's career as a filmmaker has, for me, been real hit or miss. I know all you out there just loved "Inland Empire," so please don't faint when I admit that I couldn't be bothered.
It's like, two hours of my life I'll never get back."
-John Koziol
Having said that, I happen to believe his Interview Project is one of the most innovative and fascinating uses of the internet I've seen from a mainstream artist in a long time.
I'm interested in hearing about your favorite ones if you (Yes, you) are familiar w/the site.
Otherwise, get familiar.
While we're on the subject, go check out Nerve's Personal Essays. They have some great columns from the likes of Lisa Carver, James Stegall and Sarah Hepola ("Crying in Restaurants" is probably my consistent favorite)
In other news, I may have bought something out of price range. It is, however, an investment (So I say) and it feels good to finally be making some money, again. I could do w/o creepy co-workers or being on my feet for 9 hours at a time, but hey...hey, there, money.
That's all. Today went well. |
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| Chapter 178: An Observation |
[Sep. 18th, 2009|10:23 pm] |
Was out commiserating with some friends.
Talking about various turning points in life.
"Guy A" refers to "Guy B" with traces of disdain that otherwise would not have been present. He went on to explain how their dynamics have changed; how "Guy B" was making their relationship as strained and difficult as possible before his inevitable move to NYC.
It is here my friend Sarah makes an observation I never considered before.
She said that in the close of a relationship, where change is inevitable, people will often become disagreeable toward each other on purpose. Not consciously, mind you: people need to break their bonds in order to move forward. Need to hurt one another as to soften the otherwise rough edges or deeper meanings. Make all that angst something tangible; something easily understood.
In other words, "forget that asshole" or "they've changed" can be far simpler than any true introspection.
Is this what we do? Do we have to hate one another in order to forget? |
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| Chapter 177: Spence Fair |
[Sep. 8th, 2009|12:16 pm] |
Lori, John Koziol and I tramped down to Spencer Fair for (yet another) Demo Derby, karaoke, trapeze, martial arts, etc.
Photo evidence to follow...
Before all that, though, I must remember this:
It excites me
( Now this shit ) |
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| Chapter 175: Pix-up Styx |
[Sep. 5th, 2009|09:28 am] |
Just Between you and I:
I forgot I had work at 1pm. Took a Vicadin (care of a friend after moving him and I hurt my tailbone) and drank a 40 oz. of hard apple cider.
So, I think I'm in trouble...
Started a "Tattoo Fund" cause I manage my finances!
Switched out my handlebar tape today after putting it off for roughly two years. Impulsive decision, perhaps: black has become boring.
And behind red/green, yellow/purple may be my favorite complimentary color set.
Further research is required.
I told a woman I once knew she smelled "purple."
(It was complimentary)
( Then there's everything else... ) |
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[Aug. 16th, 2009|10:08 pm] |
While I have, of late, had the free time to:
run
jump
drink
ride
bench my weight
make the great American film
write the great American novel
(etc)
I have never been very pragmatic. Nor sensible with my time.
There will come a rare few days where my hunger for a thing takes hold, cutting in line to the forefront with little regard, making itself apparent in its precedence.
Right now, it's reading: I've found a passage that bears an odd sort of significance to my present state of mind (if not directly akin to, then at the least a distant relative of)
( This )
My friend Nick's father died last week. He was murdered, shot in the streets at night by a yet unknown assailant.
I've extended the formalized statements of grief, letting him know that I'm sorry, and if he needs anything, I'm here.
He won't do this; I'm almost convinced no one ever does. And there's no great talk that will come of this. While the empathy and consolation aren't made in vain, it begs the question, "what is there to say?" I've always felt "talking it out" is likely the last thing the bereaved actually want. It smacks of disingenuity: it's more likely a means for everyone else to cut their own tension and build their rationale around this notion that they're "helping."
Having said this: I feel terrible for Nick and what he must be going through. I deem this idea selfish and it makes me feel worse.
I just hope he's okay: he's one of the finest men I've ever known. |
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| Chapter 172.1: There's this, too... |
[Aug. 8th, 2009|10:16 pm] |
Okay.
I'm not a ghoul.
As an (occasional) artist, it is obligation to (at most) comment and (at least) observe my environment.
Having said that; this' messy:
A 8.5 month old pregnant woman was murdered in/around Worcester about a week ago, with her fetus torn from her body. As the story unfolds, the murderer was found to be her neighbor. For what must be a mixture of psychological/physiological reasons, the killer (Julie Corey) had feigned a pregnancy to term, claiming the fetus of the victim (Darlene Haynes) was her own.
Miraculously, the fetus is alive and well.
A memorial has been erected in front of Haynes' apartment, down the street:
(NOTE: The post-forensics cleaning crew was still upstairs, tending to the room Haynes was found in)
The roadside memorial has always been a source of fascination. A chill coming from any variety of highway crosses or white phantom bicycles in the city: I personally know more owners of these bikes than I'd care to admit.
So, while I don't feel pressed to qualify or justify the content/relevance of taking these pictures, I'd say it again:
I'm really not a ghoul... |
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