Tomorrow is my first powerlifting contest, if I can get my bench going I'll definitely place and qualify for the finals on Sunday, wish me luck. If your gym going is 'going' but really 'isn't', try this one of a kind workout from 'Mens Fitness' that will build out your V shape. Be sure to avoid these weight training mistakes, guilty as charged on at least two counts.
Throw out that poly-yesterday, tomorrow land is calling you direct, mate your Mac with your cell phone and turn it all on. If you love art interface, then David Small loves you too. His firm is responsible for some of the most innovative museum design/info kiosk i-design/e-apparatus or to quote Metropolis Mag; 'beguilingly poetic interfaces that hide the machinations of computers.'
Tid-Bits: Something I am going to write about next week has me staring at my 'Go-Go's' signed picture sleeve. Belinda Carlisle was once one Dottie Danger, then again, Dottie was nothin' without Lorna Doom, if you know what I mean? Yep, you're right, that is onetime Robert Mapplethorpe model Robert Sherman a.k.a. Constance in the Christina Aguilera video.
8:54 PM :
Wednesday, March 05, 2003
I'm trouble with a pop-o-matic penis, I'm a catholic fag at the religious take-away. Drive through service for ashing of foreheads, marked with an X on this day after 'Fat Tuesday'. Fog and precipitation hurl us toward a record breaking 100 inches of snow for the season. A long lunch and the luxury of having my hair buzzed way down at the barbershop. Maxim magazines aside, I enjoy chatting with my barber, a former Marine and amateur comedian. I pay the extra money for a hot towel, steam rising from my scruff, fogging the nearby mirrors. Warm lather is slathered all my chin as he attacks with a rather menacing looking straight razor. The glint catches my eye as he swipes expertly at my stubble, the smell of 'chew' and 'pernod' permeates the ritual. He gruffly slaps my face with a handful of aftershave that awakens me from my pampering. Gingerly he finishes me up, I again feel smart, and resurrected from a bullish week of week. He cleans my glasses, straightens my tie, I shy away from the elaborate grooming, but adore it as well. I can hear the chatting of the various customers in the barbershop. I'm surprised, the lack of God damn, almost no talk of women in this world of 'men only'. A secret society in which gay or straight we communicate with each other in subtle quiet ways.
Yet somehow, in the present crisis, American democracy has let itself be represented as American despotism. Some in the European antiwar movement see the whole bundle of American values�consumer capitalism, a free market for information, an open electoral system�as having been imposed rather than chosen. Harold Pinter told peace marchers in London two weeks ago that the United States was a �monster out of control.� And while representatives of the Iraqi exile community in Britain narrated stories of the atrocities their families had endured at the hands of Saddam Hussein, banners in Hyde Park equated the Stars and Stripes with the swastika. More on this idea of 'Ameriphobia' from the New Yorker Magazine.
2:18 PM :
Tuesday, March 04, 2003
Miss Electronica informs me 'do not hang up, your call will be answered in the order it has been received.' Then again, who is she to tell me what to do, please pause for the golden age of the wireless. Silence, 'flash forward' to things I will tell you in covert ways, things that will bring you closer to understanding all this ephemera. True, I am seriously behind on e-mail, reading, work, printmaking, art making, writing, linking, laundry, thinking...everything, and I can't seem to figure out where the balancing act teetered out of control, where did my 'Walenda' go wonky? Could it be the 20 minutes I wasted watching the 'feral children of 'Fear Factor' eat bowls of maggots? Perhaps it was the few minutes I spent drooling (slightly) over the hot 'son' on 'Meet My Folks'... argh! I suppose items add up, blah...bam and I want to hold a giant fucking ax and hit the destroy button today, routine and monotony, they drag me down. Since the switch has tripped the breaker on the back of my brain, I give to you, not a lengthy paragraph, but a listing of those things common and uncommon. Press Start Now...
1. Your free gift includes the hit 'House of Jealous Lovers' by my favorite band 'The Rapture' Fuck art, let's dance.
2. Bollywood song stylings from Panjabi MC. Catchy and topping the charts in the UK.
3. Giant sheets of ice keep sliding off the roof of the 'new' Frank Gehry building at C.W.R.U, endangering students and causing school officials to close off the surrounding sidewalks.
4. Free Live XXX Jock-Strap Action from Mardi Gras via AudBlog, pics babe, pics!
5. So like the emperor Augustus Semper Festina Lente or 'always speed forward deliberately.
6. The Cleveland Museum of Art, anticipating their Vinoly expansion, pick up 5 giant Charles Meynier paintings. Now if we can just get them to curate something after 1970.
7. A. I like to argue B. I think I could argue this one, no problem C. I find this article funny. D. You spit on me, I'll go all Hulk Hogan on your ass.
8. You sold out for milk!
9. I can't tear myself away.
10. From Wired News: 'That is the question. But if you think Shakespeare is a tough read, try taking on Hamlet in text message shorthand. We bring this up because of a 13-year-old Scottish girl who, asked to turn in an essay on what she did over her summer holidays, responded: "My smmr hols wr CWOT. B4, we used 2go2 NY 2C my bro, his GF & thr 3 :- kids FTF. ILNY, it's a gr8 plc." What the wee lassie was saying was this: "My summer holidays were a complete waste of time. Before, we used to go to New York to see my brother, his girlfriend and their three screaming kids face to face. I love New York. It's a great place." But it was her jawdropping explanation of why she wrote her essay that way that stunned the teacher: It was easier, she said, to write in shorthand than in standard English. That should send a shiver up anyone's kilt.
10.5. Man, I have to get some work done!
5:05 PM :