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I think I read in the book “The Artist’s Way” that one has to be willing to be a bad artist before they can become a good artist.

So I guess I am finally realizing that I may risk being a bad blogger.

So in that spirit I’m going to sart posting more. Everyday? Don’t know. I’m hoping to find my writer’s voice. I marvel at how really good writer’s have a voice, and also have a way of writing that I can relate to. Somehow when I’m writing I feel as if I’m just writing to myself. How do I write to a larger audience? I’ve been really impressed with the writing of Erik Davis recently. (Check out this article) Funny, intelligent, poignent and he is as humble as he is learned.

I have thought many times about going back to school, and I’ve wondered what would I study?.. Art, Consciousness, Philosophy..? And then the more I think about it… the only thing to study is language, as it is the thing that underpins every subject. Even in science (which I admit is largely ruled by another language - math) one must write and speak about scientific matters in a language that people can understand… and we use metaphors and examples and comparisons to constantly talk around it. Language both limits and expands our experience. It is how we understand and communicate about any of these subjects. Linguistics and writing and speech. Which reminds me… I started reading a fabulous book recently called “The Unfolding of Language” which details how language evolves… fascinating and well written. But of course it made me wish I had paid better attention during English Grammer in High School.

I just got back from Southern Oregon, visiting my friend Laurel & Mookie’s Farm! I forgot to get video tapes, but the one I had in my camera had 13 minutes on it so I waited till sunset on the last day and shot some footage. The light was beautiful and a couple days later I edited together a little short.

All that is missing now is a little voiceover from Laurel explaining a little bit more about the farm….

Can’t wait to go back!

I love this band: Neutral Milk Hotel

The King of Carrot Flowers

Part One

When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet

And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy’s shoulder
And your dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other’s bodies were for

And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go

And your mom would sink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try

its the word of the month.

yikes!

just got back from performing in Aruba with Xeno and Kristina Canizares and miss Belva. .. it was a blast and an odd cure for my woes.

Now I’m in full swing welding and constructing with Michael Christian trying to get this giant monstrosity of steel and art up to the Playa for Burning Man!

Yikes!

thanks everyone for the support in my rough times! I’ll be camping at Camp Carp - 5:30 & Esplanade… or come find us at Michael’s sculpture putting on the final details…. bring cold drinks and hugs cause we’ll need it!

Just a couple more days to go…!

Yikes!

I woke up feeling miserable today. Migraine, headache, dehydrated and stressed out. I had to call in sick to work, which sucks cause its rare that I have scheduled work… I can usually make my own schedule, but right now everything is collapsing…

I rested most of the day and then was able to get part of the way through building a pair of custom stilts for Cassidy, who is creating custom stilt pants for me and FedEx-ing them tonight in time for my trip to Aruba. Yeah, Aruba. I’m performing there for a corporate gig. Paid vacation at the exact wrong time of year. RIght before Burning Man? I wish I could cancel on the Aruba thing cause it is stressing me out, and then I will only have 4 days to get ready for the Burn in addition to helping Michael Christian finish his sculpture, and everything seems like a pain in the ass when I don’t feel good. and all of a sudden it feels like every single minute counts, yet I’m no at all committed to being so driven that I make every minute count.

I’m really tired of running around doing a million different things. I want to focus my energy. I want to be doing something I can believe in. I want fresh air and beautiful skies and no traffic and no war. I want dirt roads and nieghbors who smile and say hello when you pass them in the road. I want out of the city. I want out of the decrepit American culture of consumption, ignorance, and foolhardy independence. I want clean renewable energy. I want public transportation that is clean and reliable.

If we are going to have civilization, why don’t we have a civilization that actually works????

I quit smoking yesterday. Today I felt like I wanted to smoke but knew I really didn’t. I’m also committing to being a vegetarian. I did it for 10 years a while ago, and I also swear I would never own an internal combustion engine…. ahh idealistic youth… However, when you look at the affect on the environment (in terms of greenhouse gasses) between being vegetarian and driving a hybrid, guess what?

You are better off being a vegetarian. So why not both? I’m driving my motorcycle more (which gets close to 100mpg) and also not driving as much. I walk and ride my bicycle too. And I’m building an electric motorcycle which I could charge with solar panels. I considering moving to my friend’s farm where I can work growing food and living closer to the land. It feels more real to me and also I think it would so amazing for me to be out of the psychic consensus reality field…

I’ve also been very productive the last few days… getting my business taken care of… a big part of this is identifying blocks that are holding up my energy and then completing things.

So it is a powerful time for me I am feeling much better. thank you for your responses and for reading this!