the bird of babylon
>> Saturday, July 25, 2009
i've been working on a sculpture with laurie trok for the visionary arts festival i call the "bird of babylon". it's made entirely out of discarded materials... the bulk of which comes from a disgusting landfill in the allegheny cemetary... wire flower tripods for armature, fake flower stem wire for connective tissues, sun-bleached fake flower petals for feathers... an old boot, crushed lighters and other plastic crap for beak and other anatomical details. just two days ago we finished the under-structure...
the love of Kjersti Andvig & Carlton A. Turner...
>> Saturday, July 18, 2009

"State-administered death is always a greater horror than any other by virtue of the methodical reasoning that precedes it. French philosopher Albert Camus wrote that "capital punishment is the most premeditated of murders, to which no criminal's deed, however calculated, can be compared. "For there to be an equivalency, the death penalty would have to punish a criminal who had warned his victim of the date on which he would inflict a horrible death on him and who, from that moment onward, had confined him at his mercy for months. Such a monster is not to be encountered in private life."
tlen huicani
>> Tuesday, July 7, 2009
tlen huicani - "From the capital city of Veracruz, Jalapa, Tlen-Huicani (pronounced wee-KAH-ne) is one of the most faithful interpreters of the traditional folk music of that state and also that of much of Latin America. Tlen-Huicani, which means "the singers" in the indigenous Indian language of Nahuatl, has taken the beautiful "harpa jarocha" or folk harp, and has made it the centerpiece of their music."
(mp3)tlen - huicani - track 13 from "veracruz - son y huapango" (buyable!) this track is wonderous, flying and sparkling. the harp sounds right at home. genius. wish i spoke good enough spanish to interpret the words... carlos?
works in progress...
>> Monday, July 6, 2009

love.
>> Friday, June 26, 2009

potato story
>> Sunday, June 7, 2009
An old man lived alone in Idaho. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Bubba , who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.
Dear Bubba,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.
Love,
Dad
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Dear Dad,
For heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up that garden, that's where I buried the BODIES.
Love,
Bubba
At 4 am the next morning, FBI agents and local police showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. The same day the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love,
Bubba.
islam via omar mullick
>> Sunday, May 31, 2009
a lovely flow of events occurred yesterday, and i'll share with you all the notes taken. i was chilling out in Jamil's yesterday, picking up some jamaican colors for reggae night, and a photographer from national geographic comes in. his name is Omar Mullick, and he's a sharp cookie... we talk about anarchism, pittsburgh, photography and eventually islam. he has a degree in philosophy, a three year old boy and a rebellious past, so we had enough common context and perspective that i found it possible to ask things about islam without fear of offending him... or getting a bullshit response. also, having studied in a madrassa in saudi arabia, with orthodox in yemen and mystic sheikhs in america, he's got some real knowledge to draw from. he had some very interesting takes on orthodox islam's opinions of women, homosexuality and strictness. for instance, he claimed shariah literally means "broad road"... implying a lot more breadth than it's current limited interpretation.

