Monday, February 21, 2011


I discovered today, quite by accident, that on the opposite end of my nearly-spent Sharpie - nestled under a small black cap - stood a thinner, more precise tip. How life could have been different had I known.

Monday, February 14, 2011

blood tea and red string

I will preface with the fact that if you are not a big fan of stop motion animation, you should run away screaming - a minor in adult fairytale fan-hood is also recommended.

Blood Tea and Red String, 2006 by Christiane Cegavske has it's own pace.

I first watched it very out-of-sorts in the middle of the night. I watched it the second time - again in the middle of the night - two nights ago. The DVD sits, un-returned to Netflix, as I contemplate a third viewing. There is something to be learned here. Although rough around the edges, it is meticulously detailed where fitting. Although long and windy, it never loses itself.

I need this lesson somehow. I plan to watch until I figure out exactly what it is trying to tell me.

I had begun to get off track with my work, almost apologetically. If I am looking for aesthetic absolutes, I should program my computer to draw a perfect circle, close the shop and dedicate the rest if my life to drinking very bad wine.

Friday, February 4, 2011

eerie music propels a carousel of partially-coalesced mares -
loose reins of thought steering a flux of half-dreamt dreams

dr jordan

it came to me that perhaps success was pushing forward, rather than a constant attempt at suppression. In my own patients I have seen ever-increasing shackles eventually lead to a state of walking death. What measures can be deemed drastic in such a dismal prognosis? What further harm could there be in intentional exploring the inevitable? It was with this mindset that I chose to abandon conventional reason, to take controlled steps into the uncontrollable - it is from deep within this experiment that I will attempt to describe my results.