The morning never really started as the evening never ended. I came back from a whrilwind tour of Greater NYC art districts caught a cat nap in time to put the better half on a jet to Boston. Alone in the lumbering day with a nagging fear of Brain Tumors, I fell upon the strange shores of old frineds and young minds. We decided we should make a movie and drew a map of it and more or less acted silly. The kids ate healthy snaks and the adults got to have A 88 Sauternne with blue cheese. I’d like to state for the record that officially I’m not really in favor of blue cheese or dessert wine, but in this case it was jaw dropping oh wow good.

This is the signature of Kurt Vonnegut that the better half got in two books a couple of years ago. What will the world be like without him? Not as good, I’m certain. I read him first in the south of France… in a Chateau…. I was in Paradise…so is he, now.

vlogging again after Alabaster Alabaster with Alabaster Alabaster and Remi and the delivery of the long crowd scroll. The music here is Piaf meets Eno with thoughts on Patti Smith.

this is a vlog response to two seperate Vimeo Clip requests about art. They came from
Mary and alabaster alabaster who is trying to use create something for a college thesis or something… ergo it is tagged: “Help Virginia Graduate”.

Of course it is also just my regular moby vlog… as I’m still only half way through the animation. This weekend a lot of friends had birthdays… mostly jews, including dead Jesus. I’m turning forty next month and the whole spring vibe of it all has me thinking how humans are more or less like sheep, or ducks, or any othe animal that chooses, or feels compelled to live in groups or tribes. They seem to birth babies in the spring.

I’ve been in a bit of a whirlwind of blustry spring day work and wonder. Here is a run in the local thousand acre wood with thoughts on film and beauty and russia and love. This is birthday greetings and salutations to several wonderful people. You know who you are.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about vanity and Narcicuss by way of Moby Dick and cinema. I’ve been drawing a lot of what might have historically been termed Vanitas… you know, hot nude chicks in the mirror… doing la toilette as the French say. I love that half of the history of art is just a way of trying to see naked women… The other half is trying to see God. As anyone with any sense will tell you, they are one and the same thing. In the interest of my own vanity, Here are some links toward lavish praise: The Daily Reel and a comment now writ large on ifbook.Not that any of this flattery is going to my head. As the better half says: “Yes, yes, nice words and two dollars will get you a subway ride. Talk to me when they’re buying something.” But who wants a subway ride? I want to fly Concorde again. Sadly the only one flying is a Russian knock off that Nasa put back in the sky… and fankly that was a while ago…. no sst for me.

Yesterday was a strange and wonderful fluke. Palm Sunday, April Fools, Pasover, firs day in baseball season, and first day of spring. Partly inspired by Orson Welles, the better half and I decided to taste white wines. As tempting as the vintage Dom Perignon sitting in the fridge was to me (aaaaaaaaaaaah the French Champagne), we went rather towards a Gewurtztiminer from Alsace Lorraine (sweent Low Rain low rain….lorraine) and Burgundy Chablis. We watched a dvd of Avatar (our new favorite t.v. show by way of the cutest buddhist) and ate cheese and Chacuterie. It was decadent and terribly Pagan. The music is Bowie from Aladdin Sane and is just a remix of the last vlog.