Been work­ing my lit­tle col­lage fin­gers to the bone. Well, that ain’t really true, because it went from col­lage to assem­blage in one fell swoop. Blammo… it started when I found these provoca­tive match­books in the pile o’what can I do with this? stuff in the stu­dio desk drawer. Rather than just have the matches sit­ting around […]

I live with 1 – 9 in my head. Yes, it’s true. But the favorite Sci­en­tist Soul Cre­ation is the one left out of the movie. It’s the stitch­punk # 54. We aren’t sure what hap­pened to 10 – 53, per­haps they are still in the design stage… but 54 made it out and is here in my Studi_​o. The Machine is held […]

In “The Sci­ence of Sleep” Gael Gar­cía Bernal cre­ates a fas­ci­nat­ing and — to those of us who live in the Fluxus World — totally under­stand­able vision of of a man’s life wherein the dream becomes the real­ity and the real­ity con­tains frag­ments of truth and lie. Beau­ti­ful dreamer, wake unto me, starlight and dew­drops are wait­ing for thee. In grade […]

Today, dear Sagit­tar­ius, you will find com­fort in the small­est of suc­cesses. There will be no ants on your kitchen coun­ter­top. The dogs will want to be out­side, in the back­yard, all day long and will be strangely silent. Their capac­ity for non-​stop bark­ing will be curbed by their fas­ci­na­tion with but­ter­flies and nat­ural events. […]

“It’ll be fine. Really… it’s okay. Lis­ten to me.” She shakes my shoul­der, gen­tly at first, then a bit rougher so that my neck joins the move­ment. “Stop snivel­ing. He’ll be back in a bit, just a few… before you can say Jim’s your uncle.” So I stop snif­fling, take a deep breath, and set­tle in to wait for him.

Oh my my my… while perus­ing the book shelves yes­ter­day, I came across a very old copy of The Lit­tle Lame Prince. This was one of my very favorite books as a child and most of it mem­o­rized over 45 years ago. Read­ing it again, now with inter­net access to the author infor­ma­tion and wikipedia arti­cles, brings it even […]

I got down and dirty per­sonal today but left off iden­ti­fi­ca­tion and other infor­ma­tion. It’s been a long day so far and will be longer still. Here’s a link to the arti­cle: Stand­ing In the Mid­dle Of the Road

Just fin­ished writ­ing another Blog­Crit­ics arti­cle. Reviewed two of Wal­lace Wang’s lat­est books on using Mac devices. The pro­lific Wang, a stand-​up come­dian as well as a tech writer, has writ­ten dozens of books. My New Mac, Snow Leop­ard Edi­tion and My New iPhone — 52 Projects to Get You Started… pub­lished by no starch press. Back when I presided […]

The Art of Trash Art Oh my god, it’s true. One man’s trash IS another man’s trea­sure. And one man’s ceil­ing is another man’s floor, but that only applies to art if you’re hang­ing mobiles or installing light fix­tures. I pon­dered, lonely as a clown, my 96-​year-​old friend Velma Engle­hard as she swerved and swayed in her station […]

Yes, it has begun. And I will con­tinue by sub­mit­ting to the cig­a­rette machine redux appli­ca­tion process. The Assem­blag­ist exper­i­ment for this time-​frame will be Art-​o-​mat, Artists in Cel­lo­phane (A.I.C.) in the esteem and well-​thought of mega­lopalago­ria of Winston-​Salem, North Car­olina, United States of Amer­ica, North Amer­ica, Earth. All pro­to­types are con­sid­ered and inspected and become […]

Did it. Sent in pre­lim­i­nary appli­ca­tion for first level of juried con­sid­er­a­tion. Is this a pos­i­tive first step toward Assem­blag­ist Legit­i­macy or an Exer­cise in Folly? Pur­chased Item(s): — Art­space Artists Asso­ci­a­tion Pro­fes­sional Mem­ber­ship: (1) $30.00 Art­space Artists Asso­ci­a­tion Pro­fes­sional Mem­ber­ship $30.00

9. Yes, it is finally the des­ti­na­tion of intel­lect. I’ve known him for years although no one else around me is aware of this. The Sci­en­tist. The clues, avail­able to those who would seek them, dic­tated my response to 9. The Exper­i­ment deter­mines the out­come of the gen­er­a­tional dis­course. It is within the machine limitations […]

Local obit­u­ary reports death of sales­man who resided on Rat­tlesnake Ave. Those of us who live on Ter­rapin Track Road and Lizard Slip mourn his pass­ing. When we lived in Tomato, Arkansas, life never stopped. It was just one day after another. Now that we enjoy Flux and real­ize the impor­tance of its con­tin­u­ous presence — life […]