In the words of Spalding Man: “Suddenly I’m back in time… I’m back in space…”
And I remember how shitty the NYPD can be. Zorg, our lovely little alien hybrid Prius car got ticketed… not once, but twice by some over zealous traffic cop. I was Inreadulous… snapping digipics…. Why?
Registration sticker sitting on Danish Modern furniture.
“Well they got us,” I said to my better half.
“Not us, It.”
Asi Nis Masa
I walk up the street and find the fourth corner of gates fabric.
Which reminds me, I’m reading Jung again. Anyone know a good Jungian therapist (I’ve done Freudian and frankly if a rabbi-wannabe asks me one more time “How does that make you feel?”… I’ll fucking hit him. I need a Swiss, or a German… or an artist. Neutrality after a certain point is just one big escapist rationalization.
That said, check out The were pad, where my old roommate Jaques is working on a new B genre: The Jewsploitation film.
Man and his Symbols
HUB, ITIN ’05
Had another wild talk with Charles Mingus the third. He was off on the subject of Ad Reinhardt and Allan Stone and Religion in Art….I don’t know what he was talking about, but I’m still thinking about it…so it must have been smart.