Damn-it, I knew someone would misconstrue my comments about Iraq. If you’ve been reading, you know I am indeed very ‘anti-war’. My Fred Durst, ‘drive by shooting comment’ was an attempt to show the hypocrisy of celebrities who blurt out socio-political commentary in an attempt to gain publicity. So please, stop threatening to ‘bomb my ass!’.

Originally attributed to Filippino Lipi, student of Sandro Boticelli. The Portrait of St. Francis c. 1648 is indeed an original Botticelli, who was a student of Fra Filippo Lippi.

4:00 a.m. Up for the gym, drive through the blizzard, eagerly anticipating ‘heavy shoulder’ work and slamming some iron around. No shirt, no shorts, no service, what the fuck was I thinking, I forgot to pack my gear…fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…and so it goes… a bad attitude and a real shit eating grin on my face, all day long…

‘A new book suggests that today�s teens are a ‘sad, hollow, cheated generation, thoroughly saturated by artful product placement, co-opted by viral marketing, oppressed by the trickle-down effect of the (now rather pockmarked) ‘contemporary luxury economy.’ You Future Dream is a Shopping Scheme, echoes from the ghosts of the Sex Pistols past. But, it can’t all be bad, I’m all for closing the Luxury Gap my little Abercrombie Porn Stars.

I won’t admit to watching the Grammy’s but I did catch the less than eloquent Fred Durst’s anti-war tirade while channel surfing. Not that I advocate a war, but I believe it will all be over in a weekend, 72 hours or less and Saddam will be gone. Think of it as an elaborate drive by shooting.

Mike Tyson, Michael Jackson, Phil Spector, Robert Blake, all possible ‘made for TV movies’ and you can’t wait for the ending.

God is too a wrestling fan, idea for possible sitcom. Priests and altar boys are one thing. But priests and young wrestlers were enough to get the parishioners of St. Michael the Archangel Byzantine Catholic Church in Mont Clare, a suburb of Philadelphia, a little bit concerned. The Rev. Glenn Michael Davidowich, pastor of the church founded the Junior Professional Wrestling Association in 1999 and staged some matches in the church rectory. Tsk Tsk.

Check out some Matthew Barney adoration from the NYTimes, Free to Play and to be Gooey. Further comments will be reserved until I get to NY to see the show. Just a quick note on this lovely Friday, I have ditched the Proust for the time being, at least until I can dedicate more time and not obsess over the fact that Patricia Cornwell’s ‘Jack the Ripper’ a.k.a. painter Walter Sickert knew Proust, Oscar Wilde, Monet, Henry James and a slew of other luminaries. Oh and lastly, please, indulge me for a moment, does any one else find it chilling that Robert Blake starred in the John List story?

Opening film, sculptures, drawings and photographs of Matthew Barney’s celebrated five-part “Cremaster Cycle” at the Guggenheim. Unlike its European counterparts, this show, through June 11, features a site-specific installation designed by Mr. Barney to encapsulate the project, which explores artistic creation and destruction. In addition, he has created a five-channel video piece, suspended in the Guggenheim’s rotunda. The exhibition, “Matthew Barney: The Cremaster Cycle,” will also include daily screenings, at 10:30 a.m. and 2:30 p.m., of all five “Cremaster” films, said to have never been shown together in the United States. For each film, which Mr. Barney wrote and directed and in which he frequently played roles, he has created related sculptures, drawings and photographs.

Just because February’s the shortest month doesn’t mean I’m going to slack off, go ahead, lick it, stamp it, spread it, I got ahold of the laser beam…and I’m in control. Today in history, nothing happened, except for The Metropolitan Museum of Art opening in 1872 and Jon Brant of Cheap Trick turning 49. Are you sick of the hype surrounding wee man Colin Farrell? Hollywood is billing him as the latest crazy Irish ‘it’ boy. I’d rather look at the fabulously strange collection of Bollywood LP Covers than see Farrell’s box office turds ‘The Recruit’ or ‘Daredevil’. Check out riding in cars with dogs too. Hey, I know he’s the Commander and Chief, that kooky world leader, George W. Bush. You know him, you love him and now you can Make Your Own Bush Speech.

This is for you and all your shining through, for glimpses of Nan Goldin’s art work, beautiful and swimming, the color blue, the word grotto, word lists, sketchbooks, real life explosions, for faith and road side crosses made out of duct tape. Give me a hub cap diamond star halo, gleaming bright icicles and photographs of handsome hotties sleeping. I am, not afraid to jump right in…

I got a swelling itching brain, I no longer want to prepare for an attack, it’s too cold and way too tiresome, I suspects that terror equals sales equals ratings. If you have to purchase duct tape, get the good stuff. Leftovers can be turned into a fantastic duct tape wallet.

Get your fill of Intimisme (informally intimate scenes in bourgeois domestic interiors) at the National Gallery’s comprehensive Vuillard exhibition, now through April 20th. The last Vuillard exhibition on this scale was a 1938 retrospective at the Mus�e des Arts D�coratifs in Paris.

The New Yorker may shout and murmer but the Clich� Expert enters recovery

My brain is trying to thaw, I have a migraine that I can’t shake, and I’m about to jab a needle full of ‘Sumatriptin’ into my forehead. Meanwhile, I’m gloriously ambiguous, unabashedly convinced that everyone should speak their mind about a pending war with Iraq, state your case, and contribute, anything but shut the fuck up. But please, ignore the rhetoric. Hey, as long as American Idol, Joe Millionaire and the Bachelorette are gobbling up ratings, perhaps ‘pending war’ is a bit of an overstatement. Just in case, MTV is gearing up for war reports? This is seriously getting to be like that film Network, well we still have radio, pin your hopes on ‘International Response to U.S. Policy Toward Iraq’, the Diane Rehm show. Today’s broadcast featured; Sir Christopher Meyer, British Ambassador to the U.S, Tom Buhrow, bureau chief, German Television ARD, Jacqueline Grapin, president, European Institute. Interesting and very thought provoking.

Motto:
I play it cool
And dig all jive.
That’s the reason
I stay alive.
My motto,
As I live and learn,
is:
Dig And Be Dug
In Return…Langston Hughes

Thanks for the Happy Birthday wishes!

Buzzed and clipped, A very interesting marriage indeed, Google buys Blogger, the push button personal web publishing tool created by Pyra Labs. Dan Gilmour of Silicon Valley’s E-journal has the scoop;‘The buyout is a huge boost to an enormously diverse genre of online publishing that has begun to change the equations of online news and information. Personally I think Google ‘gets it’ more often than not, and I’m hoping that the purchase will mean a more robust atmosphere and infrastructure for Blogger. Does Google mean more goods and more goodies? That remains to be seen. I am, of course extremely skeptical and might run screaming for ‘Movable Type,’ to publish all things Jockohomo like, but maybe just maybe this will be a good thing. Google goes ‘D.I.Y.’, perhaps, Eyeing ‘value added’, higher rankings in search results, who cares, live posting to Google’s search index, probably. Sure a few items to be ironed out but a search engine that indexes diverse content is cool with me. I’m not saying SHITSKI just yet.

I find myself living in a shotgun shack, behind the wheel of a large auto-mobile, letting the water hold me down, pull me into the blue again. I can’t shake this fade to gun metal gray or a migraine shot through Thursday morning. I nailed it, right smack in the middle, I pressed down on x-large, I super-sized it on the drive through intercom system. Oh you’re damn right sin tastes good. Atomic knee drop the edit button and your form will gain new life in the digital age with 10 seconds of video, create now. Fast forward and slim line the minimal, order up One Story, every three weeks to carry in your pocket, one story, lightweight, artfully designed, easy to digest. One story diverts that last minute impulse buy at the super market check out line. As if you were born under punches, straight out of my city really really pissed at Russia, too preoccupied, those that would use the term peevish with their pen and ink; The Muslim World (the Average American View). I’m ornery, I’m the king of run on sentences in a mishap structure, arctic blasts and dodger of downed power lines. Verlieb Dich In Mich Im Dsehungel Der Liebe, I say. Ex-cowboys and gays for Mathew Barney not war? And, for friends, I’m ending with a flourish, all those in love with Joseph Cornell. Art boxes straight out of the bungalow belt, wee, nostalgic dioramas from a Utopian Parkway.

Beans for queens? Homo Delivery? Gay coffee for gay people and they aim to whip the charity right outta ya! Assorted varieties include; ‘Phuck Fred’, Gertrude Grind, Fetish Beans, Fair Trade and Miss Flo’s Joe’s. All java benefits the gay, lesbian and bisexual community.

Check out the Nominees for the 75th annual ‘Miramax’ Academy Awards. See also the complete listing for the Razzie Awards, dishonoring the worst achievements in film for 2002. A new category has been added, ‘Most Flatulent Teen Targeted Movie’.

Happy to see that the ‘cute dead guy of the week’ is back on your site. It certainly plays on my love of Eadweard Muybridge and his work with the Zoopraxiscope, the word alone makes me sputter. Ol Eadweard’s work is the missing link between still photography and moving pictures. Playing With Time, a world of change will appear. What is too fast, what is too slow, what we perceive or ‘think’ we perceive, a blur to a crawl.

C’est natural. Things are getting mighty hairy as advertisers explore the bear market.

Phillip Buehler’s Modern Ruin site is an urban archeologist’s wet dream, photographing the nearly extinct abandoned bones of some of the forgotten disused sites in and around New York City. He expertly melds method, material and modern ruin for an amazing virtual tour. Also see his other work ‘Street Fossils’, an essay on all those things that get pressed into the asphalt jungle, and ‘Above NY’, looking down from various perches.

The clairvoyance of Carl Jung in 1953 on the future of ‘world affairs’, strangely accurate wildly apropos…

We are living in what the Greeks called the kairos – the right moment – for a ‘metamorphosis of the gods’ of the fundamental principles and symbols. This peculiarity of our time, which is certainly not of our conscious choosing, is the expression of the unconscious man within us who is changing. Coming generations will have to take account of this momentous transformation if humanity is not to destroy itself through the might of its own technology and science…. So much is at stake and so much depends on the psychological constitution of modern man….Does the individual know that he is the makeweight that tips the scales?

The lullaby of winter’s gun powder skies and factory settings disappear with the new Schneider TM video, I too dream of sunny afternoons. Need more? twiddle the knobs on your brain by checking out more SchneiderTM with Frogtoise, animated video by the famed Japanese comic artist Katsuki Tanaka. A bit more fancy frolic with the Radio 1 Online Fat Boy Slim mixing game! Create your own original track with beats and samples provided by Fatboy Slim, then enter your mix to win a trip to Ibiza as a VIP guest of Radio1. Woo Hoo!

Sounds good, looks good, feels good too, Fischerspooner will perform at the Centre national d’art et de culture Georges Pompidou in Paris on March 29th 2003. The theme is yet to be announced. Strangely enough, their first show was at the Starbucks on Astor Place, Aug. 27, 1998. Time out for the rave alarm? Wow, and I thought body heat activated clothing like Generra’s Hyper-Color was cool, a Japanese scientist has developed a coat which appears to make the wearer invisible.

Until I feared I would lose it I never loved to read.
One does not love breathing – Harper Lee in To Kill a Mockingbird
(I don’t think she was referring to Camille Paglia’s book on Alfred Hitchcock’s ‘The Birds’)

Hey, I’m not trying to get all ‘Bourgie’ and shit on y’all but I ‘gots’ to stretch a little, see John Perry Barlow, the man who popularized the term ‘cyberspace’, and his interview in Mother Jones. He talks about the ‘Total Information Awareness Project’, online activism, file sharing, and the prospect of a digital counterculture. Relax, freak yourself completely out by checking out the frisco disco squirrels. Yes, this is a Phil Spector free zone, does that dude freak you out too? All hail Missy Elliot for her song ‘Gossip Folks’, you got to love a lady who releases a ‘clean’ and ‘unclean’ version…is that Frankie Smith’s ‘Double Dutch Bus’ in the background? Hell yes it is! Get Down to that Philly sound!

She�s smoked it, fucked it, and sung it. The legendary trannie punk Jayne County plays Joe’s Pub (425 Lafayette St. i.e. The Public Theater) for two nights, Feb 12th and 13th with her show ‘Jayne County Tells All’. She’s brilliant, rock stars Courtney Love and Debbie Harry claim her as an influence. If you’re going to miss it, I recommend her hilarious autobiography ‘Man Enough To Be a Woman’ where Miss Cocks tells the story of her rise from poor white trash to punk rock goddess.

Heads in their asses part one. Picasso painted his greatest masterpiece Guernica after the massive German air raid by the German Luftwaffe (Condor Brigade) on the tiny Basque town on April 26th 1937. Hundreds of people were slaughtered and the raid became a major incident in the Spanish Civil War. The painting is a prophetic vision of the second world war and today recognized internationally as a symbol of world peace. The work is where the classical meets the Neoclassical, the traditions of the epic and pastoral as they relate to modern art in the context of light winning over darkness. What a surprise it must have been to walk into the U.N where a reproduction of Guernica is in place, only to find it covered over with a baby blue banner and a U.N. logo.

More Art? The Met’s Leonardo Da Vinci Master Draftsman site. Also check out this interesting editorial from Art News Online, that reconsiders our romantic notion of this genius.

Yep, that’s me in this month’s Art Forum Magazine. A big thank you to the artist Pae White for the nice mention and selecting me for her top ten HOT list. Woo Hoo!

Arty snobs or creative visionaries? Progressive monied idlers or radical bohemians? The Bloomsbury Group, Love them, or hate them, their ideas on sexual ethics, liberation, biography, economics, feminism and art keep confronting us in the modern world. Or as one author puts it; There’s no need to be afraid of Woolves after all � they are, beckoning us all inside?

The greatest piece of Bloomsbury evidence, pro and con, is Virginia Woolf’s diary. I think it is a masterpiece: arguably more significant even than her novels. But, shriek the detractors, what an awful woman she reveals herself to be! It’s true that Woolf is not particularly concerned to cut a fine figure in its pages. She is too unsparing and honest for that. And while honesty is a provisional virtue (there’s no point in confessing that you’re a liar and a cheat if you have no intention of reforming), I can’t help thinking it’s preferable to today’s politically correct hypocrisy.

Madness takes it’s toll, please have exact change ready, or as John Dryden put it in 1861; Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide turbulent emotional lives have often fueled brilliant careers. Look at Mr. Dante Gabriel Rossetti, who, after his first wife’s death, withdrew into his own world of exotic animals, s�ances, insomnia, psychosomatic illness, and drunkenness. Proving that True life is still stranger than fiction, or ummm poetry for that matter. I must admit however that it is difficult to remain upbeat in this country. We suffered a tragedy on an international level and our President is determined to engage us in a war. Mmm fun.

Trying to find the perfect Valentines Day present? Try Uncommon Goods for all things uncommonly good, or unusual rather. If you’re bitter over a break up, and want to wash that man right out of your hair, you can now flush him too.

Pinball cha cha a brain spill in 2 parts

1. Zapatos de Ratas My wrestler is Maravilloso with the fire of one hundred red hot suns I challenge you to beat it and build your own Mascaritas! You will face many challenges like handling family, friends, and an angry killer toilet while upholding the honor code of Mucha Lucha.

2. On the animated series The Simpson’s, Crusty the Clown’s monkey is named ‘Mr. Teeny’

This Is A Magazine it has words and pictures in it. Issue 7 Volume 2 Fashion = Fiction The Rock-It Issue available now, instant online gratification, modular downloadable formats for pc/mac. Where the real and the fictive coexist through visual engagement, see pop slippage. Exposed fashion art design trans-global media graphics photo-op illustration and text, engage disengage expose extend and click.

You use the Dewey Decimal system and I love it. All around you are closet crafters. I am a sucker for the D.I.Y. and the allure of power tools. Nail gun, anyone? Better yet, the retropolis of renewel, wasn’t tomorrow wonderful? Catch this Urban Drift and fix up your flexible transcultural platform for new ideas in architecture. Design meets urbanism for a collaborative hybrid urban praxis. I can scale it down and I will, jaw droppingly beautiful reactions wearing Paul Frank Butt Hugger Underwear in the Men’s Lockeroom. Heck, if you can’t get enough of the little monkey that could, check out Paul Frank Industries collaboration with one of my favorite artists, Mark Ryden.

Guns gin and jazz, the famous and infamous femme fatales behind the true story of Chicago. Or how to turn ‘sob sister’ stories into editorial award winners, a Broadway hit and ‘box office gold’.

All things beautiful and obscure. Sharpeworld breaks all the Bauhaus party rules and fills the void where Thrasher, Teen-Set, Cricket, Boys Life, Allure, and Popular Mechanix left off. I can never get enough, freudian transference complete, one of us, one of us, one of us. Virtual grab bag of goodies and featurelettes. Check out her brilliant all inclusive Coyle and Sharpe website, masters of the street level ‘put on’.

Objects in mirror are closer than they appear. Old restaurants are filled with a watery darkness where gray haired ladies serve gelatin and fruit cocktails. Polyester pant suits, brown orthopedic shoes on a shag carpet rumba to refill your coffee cup. Everyone is ‘hon’ today.