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Oil Paintings in Progress x 2 – A Time to Heal and Dirty Jokes
12″ x 24″ . . 8″ x 10″
I Love Mochi!
MOCHI is a Japanese rice cake made out of glutinous rice pounded into a paste and molded into a shape. During the mochitsuki event in Japan, otherwise known as the mochi … Continue reading I Love Mochi!
Rocky Top Farms, a banana portrait
I grew up a simple farmling, riding bananas, rustling splits.
Glassed-in DNA Makes the Ultimate Time Capsule
Mind-blowing utility DNA has for storing data. Just 1 gram of DNA is theoretically capable of holding 455 exabytes – enough for all the data held by Google, Facebook and every … Continue reading Glassed-in DNA Makes the Ultimate Time Capsule
Harry Veinlate Dei: Lost Post
XXL Preamble: I found this pending post, a transcription of journalistic notes from a Harry Pussy concert in 1994. Truly lost in time. I must have wanted more to write … Continue reading Harry Veinlate Dei: Lost Post
I Like My Musak in a Language I Don’t Understand
No introduction necessary. This is brimming badfuls of bad functional music. Many rap songs in the desert Persian surf garage Some more old Persian rock Stabbed in the mouth 37 times Second … Continue reading I Like My Musak in a Language I Don’t Understand
International Body Shop Dump, K.O.
Some rope dancing, still better than the Super Bowl. . Hold my calls, I have this happening. . . Some renegade band of warriors limber up, limber up oh my god … Continue reading International Body Shop Dump, K.O.
Janathon Day 31: O God That’s Over
What a horrible performance. I started off by not running much, put in a decent week, then quit in a raging meltdown, Went sledding, then got on some crazy pills that … Continue reading Janathon Day 31: O God That’s Over
I Love It When I Write For an Hour and the Page Disappears Right As I Go To Publish
Whatever happened to auto-save? What the fig just happened. I waxed eloquently about chi, Rossby waves, gaucho dancing, going pretty meta and emerging with a couple of jokes, and suddenly the … Continue reading I Love It When I Write For an Hour and the Page Disappears Right As I Go To Publish
Fifty State Banana 