And it's all their fault?
Mood:  down
Topic: Life goes on...
Of course not, it's mine for even care-ing at all.
The absurdity of the vogons is absurd. That it
gets to me, is even more absurd. And even in
what they call "the light of day", is the abysmal
void; a darkness that the call "fair and balanced"
or "equal opportunity" and all the while they
lie like that and light it properly so that people
will think it's THE truth, and whatever we see
around us must be an illusion if we doubt for
a moment *anything* that they tell us. Me?
I've always been dark. The illusion is art - it is the absurdity expressed visually/orally/etc
as the appearance of humor. Rebellion is not against death, it's against life. The only
reason to not end it all, is the uncertainty of the actual act. Once that's gone, there
is little to prevent us from stepping off of the cliff.

-- Z.

Zeno's Paradox, UTD, and The
Mood:  incredulous
Topic: Life goes on...
(cracks knuckles -- this is the big one!)

In the vast expanses of space (and time, if
you prefer to think in such limited terms), in
all of the universes (or "The Universe", if you
still maintain your small-minded view of the
complete vastness of pi).

Into that void, after some 52 Quintillion
years (if numbers that large have *any*
meaning at all), we go.

I (the "i" that is "me" -- what ever that is) go.

So, i got accepted to UTD. (It didn't hurt that
I've been working like the "dickens" (no idea
where that curious phrase came from, perhaps
Dickens the author, but alas, I digress ;)

And that i had some 8 superbly good references.

(extract from private comm to Mr. Winters,

Also, I'm hopeing to have *some* work out at UTD
this spring (that's where all of the great
recomendations will help). I'm not sure if i listed
all of that (just to give you *some* hope that i'm
not entirely self delusional) -- they all gave me
great recomendations

Susan Mollet -- Ceramics, student advisor, and sponsor of the Art Club

Cynthia Mills -- Art History, research advisor, and
co-ordinator of visting art history lecture series.

Don Taylor -- beloved by all, and the very first
art teacher at Brookhaven (one of the first ever
when the district was formed back at El Centro --
he litterally knows "everyone" -- my main faculty
advisor in printmaking).

David Newman -- graduated under Connie Forsythe at
UT Austin -- very highly thought of, my advisor in
photography and Aesthetics studies. One smart
cookie.

Chong-Kiun Chu -- drawing instructor (a Korean-
Christian -- never hurts i suppose)

Dr. Darese Error, professor of theatre and film
studies,

Jane Quetin (pronunskiated "whee-tohn") Drama
director for Brookhaven School of the Arts.

Betsy Belcher -- my painting faculty advisor and
teacher.

Anyway, the people out there at UTD should have
almost the idea that I can do everyting but walk on
water (give me a frozen lake and I'll even give
that a try ;)

Anyway, I'm already studying in prep for the fall.
And of course it helps that i have pretty good
writing skills. Been reading literary criticsm
(aesthetics), as well as the aesthetics of SF, and
reviewing all of my philsoophy stuff, as well as
taking asiduous notes on my notebook. (Might as
well get used to the pace ;)

-- Well, that's about it for now -- pretty tired.
(I spent 4 hours this morning at UTD reading on
lingustics and such) -- the survey class that David
held helped a lot.

(end extract)

Anyway, so I *should have known*, since i got the
"$135" ticket for my car dare-ing to intrude into
the domain of the UTD CAMPUS POLICE !!! (Heaven
for-fend, the Gods Themselves were offended
[NOTE 1]!)

So, my dad comes up (as luck would have it on
my final critique in Painting with the every
lovely Chancelor Page (i mean if Vanna and
Regis can be "ever lovely", then why can't
us artist types? ;)

And again from the extracted document

[Anyway,] my Dad came over to "help" me get my car
fixed up Of course this meant taking the paint off
of it and other *control* issues. Anyway, they
arrived just as my final critique of painting was
ending, and he had all of these "wonderful" things
to say about my art -- which is v. well received by
both the faculty and staff. The funniest part that
as I was packing stuff up (I had all of my main
paintings spread out all over the floor in drama
buidling -- that way we (Chance Page (my
instructor) and the other two senior art students)
could go up on the stairs and get a better view of
them (the smallest one is 4' x 5' and the larger
ones are about 7' x 12' - 15'). So, i was rolling
up the "canvases" (actually just heavy paper with a
primer on it) and tote-ing them back to my storage
stall in the art building. So, then my parernts
arrived (guided over to where we were by Resy --
one of the art students (about 40yrs old) who is
from the Netherlands). So, she sort of kept them
occupied while I was tote-ing the first set of
things off to the art building. And my Mom was v.
impressed with her -- since she was from Europe
and "all of that culture", etc.

So, anyway, as I'm
coming back for the next load, I over-heard my
Mother saying to Resy: "Yes, but he [ie, me]
doesn't have any talent at all". To which Resy said
something like, "Oh, no. Richard works very hard
and he is very tallented." (just love her accent,
it now has a v. slight "Texas Twist" -- her relatives refuse to talk to her in Dutch swearing
that they can't understand her -- odd, ehh? ;)

So, then she proceeded
to give my mother the 20-minute version of Modern
Art history and how the older style (ie,
Renaissance) limited the artists in what they could
do, and that modern art is much more about the
artist, the time they live in, and their
interaction with the world around them in the
*now*. (I'm not sure that it helped much, but who
knows). My dad had of course wandered off -- not
wanting to be corrupted by another one of those
crazy artists.

(end extract)

So, of course the loan money is "in the mail",
-- nice on-line system they have out there. (hanging
in there, borrowed $250 from Zek to pay for my
Hindi class & 2 of the books at BHC -- my language
this year, as I will be concentrating on the
"Art of India" (ah, such beauties! -- teers, at
the corners of my bright bleu eyes).

So, I wander in the other evening (v. tired,
about 6-7pm -- the HEAT is *really* getting me
-- also, all of the extra work; [2], and
Corinth is there and sure enough someone is
leaving her company and she can get me a job.
"Yes", sez i, "But, you need .net for that kind
of stuff". And she blurbles, "yes, but you can
take it at UTD".

So, i explain my plan: UTD, 2 years, hard work,
MA in ATEC (Arts & Technology), then possibly
teach (majik piece of parchment), 2-3 more years
MFA -- the golden ticket to the entire world
(i omit that info, they'd just judge me to be
even more LUNEd that I aleady appear).

So, some-how (discussed with Professor Mills)
here I am with 3-years out of the industry
(and they don't even hire you if you're more
than 3 MONTHS out of industry), I take ONE
course (.net) and "somehow" they are just
going to fall all over me!

Alternatively (and here is the good news, or is
it only speculation?) here I am with v. strong
studio skills (working 2 to 3 times harder than
any other students here, well perhaps not quite
so hard as a "ahem" *certain* student, maybe i
should (like mahler) convert? nahh!

22 years in industry (and *still* a master
c programmer -- esp in real-time and systems
programming), management skills, ff'fine shence
of huumer (soh), I think its a good match.

And add to this my verbal and written skills
as a poet (several public readings, always
well received), my short story writing, my
character development, and....

(big drum role here!)

I *am* Pizo Eccentric!

(the cartoon becomes the cartoonist!)

-- there's even a possibility that I might
teach a CE class in "The Theory and Practice
of Cartooning" next summer!

And I even like the climate!

-- more later,

got to the lib before they close,

-- well, gotta go. Need to print and POST BILLS
-- er, about the Amnesty Meeting changing to
Room S204 on August 25.

-- Frank.

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hope we don't have a power outage like we
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NOTES

[1] "The Gods Themselves", by Isaac Aimov, has
been refered to in Michael Rose's superb
"Alien Encounters" -- prob one of the *best*
intro's to SF literature.

[2] Oddly enough much of the work that I do now
is pure intellection -- reading, writing, research,
and such. Also, still working on paintings: Two
major works (still can not quite bring my self
to even put any paint to "Joy" (the "horses's
collar" as my dad called it (seying to Resi
"We can put this one in the barn" -- sheehs)

Anyway, very powerful two pieces "Silent Spring"
-- whih Chance and everyone liked, "Not a happy
scene", most just my "suspended" sculpture
style (tips towel to Anselem Kiefer ?sp? and
of course to Maholli Nagi (and Don Taylor without
whom I would still be blind and stumbling,
praise be to St. Anthony -- odd for an atheist
(however spiritual) as me to feel such a debt
of gratitude to those of Catholicism who see
and understand and do NO harm in the name of
any-one.

And the "other one" -- came out of a dicussion
on the www.DouglasAdams.se/forum on politics
and the green house.

"The Triumph of Creationism" -- damn these
visions, damn these dreams, damn a world
that can be so blind. It is more than i can
bear, i tipple, i dream and often so harsh
and symbolic that i come away from the
experience (i would say that dreams are
*the* most personal experience that any
sentient creature can have. And when they
are nightmares, come un-bidden, can Hamlet's
indecision be less understood? Death, death.

they all died (even the humans, but they are
surrounded by a "halo"'s. Shit, I wish i were
drunk! And my lovely little volvoxes and
bryophytes and the foxes and .... shit, i hate
these people they destroy OUR world (the world
of ALL who inhabit it, and all becasue they
can't distinguish between myth and ozone!

Of the war, traffic tickets and other absurdies
Mood:  incredulous
Topic: Life goes on...
So, like i get the bus pass (v. nice btw, need
to go down town to get a "handicapped" discount,
that way it will only be $15 per month; but still
the $40 as it is now is *still* way good).

And anyway, i tool on out (it's about to rain
cats and dogs) to UTD in my car. Not 13.173 seconds
onto campus, cop pulls me over. Not only does
he give me a ticket for the expired sticker ($135!!)
he reads me the riot act: "This is just a citation
to get this fixed, if you don't pay this within
7 days, it can be turned over to the Richardson
police, and if you don't pay it they can swear out
a warrant for your arrest!!" -- v. nasty (hate to
think this way, but the black cop *did* come
across like this is payback to whitey - little
did he know (laughs eviliy to self).

So, then on bhc the campus cop (new guy on the
beat pulls me over -- this time because the
PLASTIC reflector is broken!! And then notices
the expired sticker. I showed to him my newly
acquired insurance card ($104, thank you very much).

So, he gives me a WARNING thingie, and tells me
that i can be given a ticket for that. I explain
that it's not even a LIGHT, it's a piece of
totally useless plastic (you know Chevrolet,
they'd rather spend more time glueing gimicky
race-car-looking plastic to the back bumper,
than actually trying to improve the mileage!!!!)

So today (2005/07/21 -- exactly TWO WEEKS later)
from the first one, there's another bomb in
London. Sheesh,

what a fucked up world we live in!!!!!

The *only* good thing was our Amnesty Meeting,
Mauddi (who had worked with the U.N. before
gave a v. good talk on the various kinds of
muslims (which I will now share with you).

Suni (which means orthodox)
is split up into 5 groups (sub-groups)

Wahahbi -- the ones what's doing all the killing
Shubi ?sp? & Shafi ?sp? are the moderates
and the most liberal are the Sufi

And yes, what about the Shee-ites? They are
a v. weird group that ignored Mohamed's idea
that he was meerly a prophet, and they go by
the lineage of his grandson, and hence the
living decendent (who used to be King Hassin of
Jorden - a v. nice person, btw). That group
is mainly in Iran.

The Sufi's are the more secular, open-minded
types.

Anyway, in the 1850's or so this chap Mohamed
Wahab stirs up a *real* conservative, ultra-
religious group (which becomes the Wahabi group).
What is NOT news-cast is that these fanatics
kill MORE muslims than all other groups combined!
It seems, that (in case) one of the Wahabi's went
to a Mosque, and noticed that the congregation
was not EXACTLY facing Mecca when praying, this
person later returned and tossed in a bomb,
killing 16 people!

Oh, but it gets worse. It's the Wahabi sect (like
the Taliban) that enforces the most fanatical
INTERPRETATION of the Quoran. For example,

that all men not only have to wear a beard, but
that it must be a certain lenght long; if not
you are punished. (they have people who go
around and measure the beards, and if you're
lucky you just have to pay a fine).

Women are shit. They are not allowed out in public
without a man, they must wear the full-body
Burka (cloak -- can you imagine how hot that would
be in the summer?). If a woman is caught singing,
her tongue can be cut out. etc, etc. (We at Amnesty
were well aware of the atrocious way that women
were being treated in Afghanistan, but even i hadn't
heard of that!)

Music is banned, as are ANY pictures of even
animals; and portraits are right out. (Odd that
the family album would be a source of contnetion,
n'es pas?)

well, that's it for this time.

Anyway, finished "The London". Pretty stark. Just
a drip-drawing (using my well and true elmers
glue bottle) of the Parlement Buidling of England
(tips towel to Magna Carta -- the first true
beginning of democracy on planet earth -- even
the King/Chief is limited in his power) And of
course, on the right-hand side big ben, with
the hands of the clock oddly projecting, light
blue "wash" for the sky, and then in cursive
writting below:

London, 2005/07/07
21

(not signed)

-- peace to all,
and still (for no reason that is likely to become
clear) holding out hope for our much beleagured
world,

pizo.

THEORIST ALERT -- Art studnent attempting to CLARIFY!!!
Mood:  energetic
Topic: Life goes on...
Bizarre incident today (you'll laugh, you'll cry,
but you won't have to kiss five bucks goodbye!

Was over in the Student Services (S) building,
and noticed there was a poster: FREE ICE CREAM
-- SPAR PARTY! (SPAR = Student Services org,
forget what the acronym stands for). Thing is
they taped the poster up (from the back) onto
the windows in the inner area (where you walk
from the outer doors into the inner area, and
thru some more doors into the actual building
-- it's like an air lock, see.

Anyway, they had taped up the poster, where
you couldn't see the DATE (it was covered up
by another poster on the side). So, hmmm
(me thinks, i'll move THIS hoopy "free ice
cream" poster over slightly, so that you can
see BOTH posters -- esp WHERE and WHEN to
get dat eyes crame! So, I v. (v.) carefully
start un-sticking the tape and to move the
poster over. So sure enough the half-witted
ultra-conserv guy that sits over at the
info desk notices this, and (un-aware to
your current narrator) sends on of his
lackies over to investigate my ART THEORIST
ACTIVITIES (ORANGE ALERT! ORANGE ALERT!)

So, this *other* ultra-conserv vogon comes
over and starts asking, "Well, I don't want
you to get into trouble, but what are you
doing?" So, natch i mention the afore-mentioned
prob, he goes back into the main building
looks at the glass and LO AND BEHOLD BRETHERN
if i'm not exactly right! Oh, he sez, and
promptly wanders back to inform the miscreant
jerk (his partner at the help desk, is this
super hoopy froodette who ist always zehr
freundlich and kind (nice) -- she takes her
'partner''s weirdity in stride.

So, i finish with that and then notice yet
another poster and fix it:

Before:

person-A P1 P2 person-B

(Person-a can see p1, but not p1.
Person-b sees the backs of two posters,
one on top of the other)
-- both posters are facing inward toward the
inside.

After:

Person a: P1
P2

Person A can now see BOTH posters easily and
notices that on JULY 9TH in the Commons courtyard,
there will be free ice cream!

shessh, yoh'd thank i wuz won of dem art terrorists
that you hear about in duh newz all dih time?
Yuh, think?

--42--

Falling down; but i keep getting up...
Mood:  chillin'
Topic: Life goes on...
I ran out of my med Saturday and called (yet again)
to try and get my Mom to send money; so it wasn't
here Mon or Tue, so of course i drank *way* too
much and lost it on the phone to my dad. So, after
smashing the phone around until it was as
sense-less as i often wish i was...

Anyway had to hit Zek up for $20 to get the
prescription re-newed. Yep, back on the happy
pills again. Maybe Arthur and I should put
together a 2-man show: Old and Sad, but happy
pills make the world a whole lot cloudier.

And of course, I do my art, but with all the
"encouragement" that i get from my family, it
really does seem silly. Although, to be
honest, *i* like the work that i'm doing.

Two new drawings using the "home-made stamps"
(ie, like rubber stamps, but made with adhesive
foam pad and a block of wood). The images turned
out v. well: "Abstract #42: The Triumph of DNA"
and "Abstract #42(b): The Dance of the Protein
Microspheres (side view)". Both, v. nice indeed
-- part of my new stuides on Botany (and some
Zoo-ology as well).

The other paintings are going well as well. Of
course, my motivation levels are really at
pretty much an all-time low. At least the other
incident (see below) motivated me to contact a
lawyer -- they had some sort of e-register
on-line; but I need to prob call them as well.
(One of the guys was rec'd by a artist frood).

Of the aesthetic life, war, and the material world
Mood:  blue
Topic: Life goes on...
As Marvin might well say, "I'd like to tell you that
I'm feeling quite depressed; even more so than usual".

In addition to my usual courses in art and such, i've
undertaken to teach myself botany, anthropology,
psychology, sociology, as well as to review philosophy
and the humanities. There seems to be no limit as to
how much knowledge that i can cram into this tiny
little hominid brain.

But of course, will it make any difference at all.
I finished another mural on the war. THis one with
a "kindlier gentier" message.

I am your daughter,
I am your brother,
I am your cousin,
I am you son,
I am your sister,
You are m....
There's still hope.
----------------------

Ghandi had no need of revenge;
Marin Luther King either;
nor do I.

DO YOU?

-----------------------------------------------------

It seems that everyone just goes about their business
as if nothing is happening. TOrture, rape, and of course
the nightly raids throughout Iraq, the countless killings
and snipers and things in retaliation. And off go yet more
young people to war. A lad who wears some sort of weight
traiing things strapped to his legs is taking Betsy's
design class, i am so spent that i can't even cry or
laugh any more. THe absurdity of it all seems so completely
transparent, so completely im-material that it's as if
it's entirely invisible -- and so it is.

I was suprised that the FUND-12 (FUND-10?) group actually
ok-d the trip to New York to visit the U.N. -- those people
have never ONCE (not even once) even stopped by the Amnesty
table to talk, let alone to sign a petition. As i write these
words, i should be out on the site and researching more
people and creating new petitions.

THe sad thing is that this mood will pass, and I'll once
again take up the battle for human rights, and try to
figure out exactly where the duck should be in this new
painting. It *is* all rather absurd isn't it.

Onward, 52 years and counting. Or is it simply the smallest
fraction of a part of 52 quin-tillion years?

Happy Deck o' cardzzzZzzzz.......
Mood:  smelly
Topic: Life goes on...
So, anyway, got the tire changed. A new tire (that
was my Dad's birthday present to me; i stopped by
the liquor store Sunday to buy some beer, and the
guy there was asking "So, he's going to buy you
4 new tires? No, sez i just one. Hey may sez this
Indian frood, look you really need at least 2
new tires. So, i sez, yeh. (i often sey yey), but
i'm lucky to be getting a tire out of him at all.

Shows, how far i've accepted the absurdity of my
situation -- i don't even see the absurdity any
more. Of course, the irony was that after my
sister (THE DOCTOR) got the van (and natch didn't
drive her old car up to Ft. Worth), was that my
dad put new (count 'em FOUR) new tires on the
van -- even though he/they knew that they'd be
getting an SUV soon. Go figure.

=========== ALSO IN THE NEWS ================

waiting for the monies
Mood:  crushed out
Topic: Life goes on...
So, of course my family has pretty much written me
off (except my kids; of course, it prob gets a
little "down" defending their crazy artist dad).

So, here i am basically selling my art work for
$5 and $10 just to put gas in the car -- by far,
the major expense these days, and a bit of food,
etc. (I *do* dream of food often!)

So, they are futzing around with my loan money,
in the mean time getting drop-ed from my classes,
but then they put some of them back in (since i
get a county grant of $400 for classes, which paid
for 4 classes; thank goodness i have residence!!!!!)

So, now, they are supposedly "working on it", and
to stop by in the morning.

It gets pretty depressing when everyone else can
go out to dinner, etc and i have to make up some
excuse not to go. (Jorge and Arthur will often
loan me money or buy my way so that I can join
in).

really, though the temptation to (at least partly)
sell out is *really* intense. I know several of
my works that sell. And of course, colour always
sells, and then of course, you simply can't go
wrong with LANDSCAPES -- at which, admittedly
i have a good eye for. The thing is, that a nice
colour-ful landscape (even, if it is a bit
abstract



ok, ok, my stuff *is* a bit more un-minimal than
that, but still. It's not like i have to really
think about it that much, i think i set up the
basic composition for those things in about an
hour or two, and then simply print until the paper
runs out.

Still downhill ...
Mood:  irritated
Topic: Life goes on...
So, still trying to figure out where to go for
graduate school in art. Here are the local schools
and various drivel that i've gathered about each:

UNT (my old alma matter) located in now much more
prosperous Denton Tx (at the top of the equilateral
triangle above Dallas and Fort Worth; refered to
as the GOLDEN TRIANGLE (but mostly by people in
Denton or there-abouts). Medium cost in tution
(always a consideration), excellent facilities,
but due to its popularity (as a state school)
becomeing more and more over-crowded. Also, hearing
tales that it's become-ing more and more
competitive -- pretty much of how i think that
art *should* work; ie, i believe in a (the)
"community of artists" instead of the competitive
model.

UTD -- THE University of Texas at Dallas (again
a state school, and thus lower tution). Only thing
is that (for some reason) they tend to be of
a more intellectual bent (mainly (possibly) because
the university started out being a think tank
for NASA and Texas Instruments (IC chip manufacturer)
back in the 1970's. So, as such there isn't much
push for the arts there. Actually, there is a
small group that is v. good, as well as an
out-standing theatre dept, but with the pressure
to *intellectualise* art (all the trend these
days).

I mean for the most part, art as some sort of
heavy intellectual pursuit doesn't make too much
sense. Most of what we do as artists (in the large
sense -- including visual arts, film, theatre,
music, dance, history, rhetoric, etc) has little
to do with deductive reasoning, and more to do
with emotion (left or right part of the brain
-- i forget which is which, but then that's why
i'm an artist ;)

UD (University of Dallas) -- private, catholic
school. It used to be that "catholic" meant open
minded, motivated to learn, educated, etc. Of
course these days with the murder of abortion
clinic doctors, condemnation of various kinds of
behaviour (gay marriage, women priests, and etc)...
Here i'd show up and pretty much (being the
secular humanist, athiest (spiritual atheist or
at the very least aesthetic atheist), hell they'd
probably think that the acutal anti-christ had
shown up. (And i was thinking of working on
the news paper, hmmm. liberal tree-hugging
secular/scientific/artist hippy wants to write
for OUR paper??????). Also, v. high dollar, but
supposedly lots of grant/scholarship money -- hmm,
"Wasp in spaaaace" -- hardly a protestant these
days!

TCU (Texas Christian University) WASP's answer to
UD -- no thanks. (Actually, i don't think that
they even offer an art degree!!! -- hmmm, (looks
at back of left wrist to "check time") this IS
the 21st century isn't it?

Various other 4-year schools that don't offer
a grad degree. Hmmmm.

Perhaps i should look at getting a "day job"
teachng or such and then BY NIGHT -- A secret
artist known as "THE RVIL DR. T".

And on the personal notes section.

Still no word on the status of the van; ie, my
sister hasn't gotten around to actually come-ing
to get it.

Still waiting on the loan money: "Funds will be
dispersed no earlier than 10 days before the
first day of class" (that would have January
7th (only people who believe in the tooth fairy
would believe that!). Then of course the word
was money would be here Feb. 2 (ie, 02/02/05) --
only people who believe that you can *actually*
make money stuffing envelopes or being a highly
in-demmand medical transcriptionist went for
that one. And now, the date is FEBRUARY 17.
Plasuible, a full, solid complete MONTH after the
first day of classes (Jan 17th was actually a
holiday to Honor the memory of Dr. King (i tip
my towel three times in the general direction
of Atlanta).

So, *still* eating raman noodle soup plus tomato/
veg soup added in. (Although i splurged today and
bought a $1 Wendy's tx double cheeseburger (sans
fromage, mit der axtrah onions and lettuce).

So my mom (in the last phone call) sez: Well let
someone else pay for your canvaases!!!! (like
that's my major expense!) Nice to be loved, huh?

--onward, into the void!

The battle for the van -- ends.
Mood:  incredulous
Topic: Life goes on...
Well, been a while (as one frood noted). Anyway,
my parents were going to get a SUV (yes, mediocrity
has crept into their mediocre lives... er, ahm,
i guess it's just more of the same old middle crass
mediocrity that i remember so horridly).

So, (why they are getting a new SUV when their
van is doing so well, is beyond me -- see speculations) they have gotten the SUV -- no
details yet.

And of course, me thinks, hmmm (me) i *could*
use the old van. Hell, i could LIVE in it --
or at least camp out. Always do *really* miss
my old Dodge slant-six fan, which i even went
so far as to insullate with fiber-glass "wool"
and some remanent carpeting, to make it nice
and cozy. (last time i went "camping" was in
the back yard, during an ice storm, did the
whole thing -- rain fly, and the vinyl tarp
to pad the ground with -- had-n't slept that
well in YEARS -- always love camping, even
though the birds and such make sure that you
wake up at dawn. ahhhh,

alas, i digress (imagine that ;)

So, turns out that my sister (yes, THE DOCTOR!!!!)
had her sights on the van. (speculation: is
it *possible* (no matter how un-likely and
completely far-fetched -- a really bizarre and
implausible STRETCH OF THE IMAGINATION), that
*she* was the one motivating my folks from
getting an SUV? -- it'ss possibull, it'ss possibull
(use Louisianna Bayou accent here). Of course
another "possibility" was that my parents, following
the grand and glorious TOTAL VICTORY of Generalisimo
George Bushimo (the major domo of operation:
THE ARAB SOLUTION) instills them with such warmth
and re-assured-ness, that they feel that it's their
patriotic duty to continue guzzlig gas at an
even *more* extravagant rate -- the van maybe
a chevy, but's still got to guzzle -- have you
seen the *total* lack of aero-dynamic styling
on that "box"?????

So, it goes. of course, when i treid to "fight"
(if you can call my half-hearted form of
mostly-polite quasi-assertive style of whine-ing
a "fight"), the main answer was of course that
she deserved it, since she's made something of
her life, and of course i'd just trash it out
anyway -- sort of like the car that i now "live"
in. Hey, it's the ART MOBILE! (as in: Quick,
Robin. To the art mobile!). Sure the back seat
contains my folding table and padded folded chair
so that "at the drop of a hat" (or the drop of
a leaflet) i can spring into action and set up
a "booth" to sell my prints -- of which i keep
a sample case of about 30-50 of the "for sale"
works. As, well as several boxes of art supplies
-- mainly collage stuff (and yes, i have started
trying to organize things to reduce the mass of
"stuff" that i have on hand, but when you have
to collage, you HAVE to collage -- it takes a
lot of "stuff" to make a lot of "stuff" (i think
that's a picasso quote ;)

-- more later.

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