With your Birthday, Much Luck & Happiness

First things first, It's KJP's Birthday! It's her last night at work, her last show in Three Oaks as a res tomorrow, and then, naught but a hop, skip, and a jump to old Prague town! I can't wait to see her. If you can, extend the warmest wishes to her, because she deserves the best B-day ever.

Now, onto the usual bizness...Check out Ray Caesar.

If you want to look at art, devote a few hours to this. I got lost in it, and have been happily stuck.

I can't wait for KJ. I think she would fit right in with this group. Lots of this work is well worth a lengthy look.

KJP and I share a mild obsession with celebrity and its vagaries. This guy does great portraits, but I really love the layout of his site. Enjoy.

This is kind of fun, playing with interaction.

Happy Birthday, Beautiful!


Elephant's Gerald

First, I made some offhanded joke about Jerry Lewis yesterday, and he has a heart attack. Sorry, bud, but there ain't no sorry for The Day the Clown cried. I'll just say that IMDB's plot outline starts with " Jerry Lewis plays a Nazi clown who leads children to the gas chamber in a concentration camp..." Where does one go from there? Well, I did manage to dig up this image of JL from the set...

Who left to offend? As far as being offended, I got really desensitized working in Amish country. Rush Limbaugh could hardly wrankle my ire. Ann Coulter, however, always managed to push my buttons. Rollins agrees...

I must admit, particularly after having a lengthy discussion with my students about their perception of US's cultural identity, I don't miss that close/no-minded hillbilly shit.

I'm moving on from that rant. Dave is gone, and I am bummed. Nerdo homeboy wanted!

I wish I was as cool as Mark Jenkins.

I've long had a fascination with elephants.

These people feel that same, albeit, demonstrably so.

Have to split. In the meantime, look at lava...

Or Vincent at the supermarket...



Weird thoughts have been visiting me at night. The plural of rolodex, and the fact that they put bibles in hotel rooms struck me as odd. Quick post, and then I am off to my lessons. Firstly, I stumbled across the work of Gary Evans. He's showing paintings at the Prague Bienniale. I don't want to miss that. His stuff reminds me of KJP's.

While we're on the Artyfarty, I've been digging Misha Gravenor. Phot diptychs will eternally remind me of Ralph Gibson, I like her stuff on its own merits.

Nothing else to say about these, except AWESOME RUSSIAN PHOTOS. I want posters of all of them! This guy did some advertising for Vodaphone that is everywhere. It's 12:22... again.

Hakki Ceylan. Cool pics.

I've been thing a lot about my friend, the #5, the 5% solution, the Throat Chakrashocker... step up to the Mic. That's Willie Nelson.

What's up with Karube Takehiro? I think he needs a hug.

Living in a land of fairy tale castles, I've sort of forgotten my penchant for modern ruins.

A couple of world wars, and you get ruins. That's for sure. I was talking with some students about the lasting effects of war and communism on Czech's cultural attitude. I had just watched Jon Stewart's post-9/11 monologue. They should play that in classrooms across the country. Thinking about that national tragedy made me realize that we are so fortunate that our taste of war at home is so miniscule in the grand scheme...

Now that I feel glum, draw a pig and find out what it says about your personality... I'm for serious. If all the war imagery didn't bring you down, here's a picture of Jerry Lewis. He's still alive...