Month: May 2013

Tan Tan

Will and I were commissioned to make a video for the artist Tanmaya. We were earth (moon)-heads, editing about it. https://vimeo.com/66866752

5/9/13 Thursday

After giving tours to elementary schoolers at SITE they drew S-chains and stars on the Linda Mary Montano chalkboard. I wondered if things like S-chains are passed through the generations on a purely elementary-aged level. One kid called another a “gay lord” and I told them I was gayer than either of them.

5/8/13

Big sculpture of Freud’s head that you could climb on, but it would spin you down. Freudian slip? That’s dumb.

At Grandpa Obie/Eileen/Ian’s, Milli was in Peru. It was pouring rain so I went outside and started flying, I thought it was just like a dream but knew it wasn’t because the sensations were so clear. I went back inside to share, wanting to fly again, but everyone was tense. They said we had to leave. I went to feed the cat but realized we should take her with us.
The glass jars I was putting leftovers into had multi-colored strings attached to them. Fruit was carved into the chairs in the kitchen and the walls were green. My grandparents asked me if I knew whether or not satan was coming, I said I knew the answer was in my wallet but as I pulled it out I was distracted by a parade of old men who said if I gave them my wallet I could be in their band. Also I was Harry Potter.
* Woke up at 11something
* Noah read Das-Racist interviews out loud while I drew.
* Suddenly it was 5.
* Went to dad’s.
* Had beer, and “Jameson” that he made with cheap scotch and molasses.
* Played horseshoes.
* Went to Meow Wolf meeting. Trampoline and Jubes. Brandon had earrings that were THAT. Markus had given them to him.
* Good fundraising opportunities with Skatepark and gallery openings. Skateboards with shag carpet instead of grip-tape. Custom board painting. Light show at night. Depth-sensor-driven-bottle-rocket-launch. Etc.
* Grocery shopping. Blew my paycheck on avocados.

4/21/13 Damp

There was some concrete room filled with milky water and small bits of Glittery detritus. It was part of an experiment that I didn’t understand and I had an inkling that that was because the science behind it was fake. In fact I don’t remember there being anything about the experiment other than the stagnant water.

4/20/13 D20

* Music was drawing lines in space and I was changing an oscillator pitch with my brainwaves.

* Walked to work with mom and got lattes.

* Gave a tour to the person who had curated The Dissolve.

* Dad played the accordion doors and sang.

* Noah’s art show was expertly flippant.

* Walked to Moon Rabbit, taking the long route to check if the 100% perfect person was walking as they sometimes do on Thursdays.

* Stopped in TA Lin for a treat, they didn’t have those deep-fried Mochi balls.

* Will and I got groceries, went to his house, made stir-fry, drank beer, and played Legos with The Genny.

* My spaceship had all kinds of hinges and a dragon that lit a pot-leaf made of Lego palm-fronds in honor of 4/20.

 

 

 

 

4/19/13 Deer Parade

* Walked to work.

* Gave Mungo Thompson’s parents a tour. Glad I got to do that because I’m a Mungo fan and have thought deeply about puns to make when discussing his work.

* Picked Will up. His dad had gone to California in a private jet flown in by Apple. He had specified it wasn’t an emergency and not to have anyone over except Hirshey and the general (in other words not me).

* Will and I went to Tune up. At the end of our meal his dad called and he ignored, thinking it was probably to announce that his brother was dead.

* As we left he started crying. I held him. I asked if he wanted to go back to his house or go for a walk, he said he wanted to go to the show.

* The show was good. Nice to see old friends doing stuff and playing their instruments well.

* Will and I sat in his driveway blasting Rancheras. A procession of deer walked around us.

4/12/13 Teen Bear

 * After leaving the parking lot (similar to where Mike shot me in the throat), we went to buy supplies for our camping trip. I sat in a red canvas-chair and looked for a miniature soccer ball. The smallest one I found was $80. When I went back, walking through the dry wilderness to find the sparse and disorganized shelf with the soccer balls, I felt threatened, my senses heightened. A light brown bear came at me from the left, eyes huge, and began clawing and biting me. Aware of it as if from above I tried to use my energy to calm it down, but I was startled and it would not let up. I could tell it was a juvenile bear and wondered if its mother would come to defend it. I ran away.
* At work I told Breanne about the dream, and she said animals usually have important messages for us. My first instinct is to think it has to do with romance. Weird that it would show up in this way though, romance has not been part of my conscious life for like a year. But then again maybe it’s because of this numbness that a teen-bear would bite me, wide eyed.
* We had one guest and Debra, Breanne and I talked about our various animal dreams. I described the one about the white/bright pink owl at Mills, and one about the big white dog with the crown in Australia. In both of those dreams I realized the animal was me.
* When work was out I probably hung out with Will and drank. Was this the night we had pesto? Maybe it was the night we hung out with Hirshey and I taught them how to make enchiladas with “vacho” (a vegan-sauce I invented that happens to taste like nacho cheeze). At Hirshey’s I danced, realized it may disturb the neighbors and said: “I’m gonna send the bounce down to the neighbors.” We also sang a lot. That “Damn damn damn” meme has got to be alluded to for my vegan cooking show.

4/10/13 Fundraise-Zine

* Worked all day at Moon Rabbit again. Mental exhaustion from organizing so much stuff.
* Trader Joe’s after work for a six-pack for Deyla and me.
* Drove to Meow fundraising Meeting, late and at sunset, listening to “Without You My Life Would be Boring” on repeat.
* Drank the rest of the beer in a go cup and spouted my ideas at the Meow Wolf meeting. “Fundrai-Zine” “Future Estate Sale” (as in the estates of those not yet deceased) and “Selling concepts.”
* Home, cold, dead fire, roasted vegetables and salad. A bath.
* Wrote my two year plan and sent it to grandma.