30 June 2005

I promised someone that I would post this very creepy but kind of funny
Talking Squirrel Flash Commercial
from Big Time Attic. Yes, the very one that triggered my interest in squirrel fishing, though my mother claims that she sent me the squirrel fishing link when I lived in my little Dickensonian Langan garret.


27 June 2005

Taos this weekend was fabulous, but sadly not as photogenic as it should have been. Apparently it was rather dark all weekend. Maybe that's just a function of the constant mountain monsoons, one of which we got stuck in up near Taos Ski Valley, thus forcing us to take shelter under someone's second-story deck. It became clear, about 7:30 on Sunday night, that it had become personal: literally seconds after we got out of the car to walk the dogs, the sky opened up on us (and ONLY on us -- the rainstorm fell on a teeny patch of land maybe 2 or 3 acres wide, exactly where we happened to be). When we scorned the storm and continued our walk, it started HAILING. Obviously, someone was trying to tell us something. ("Are those dorks getting out of the car again? Okay, RAIN! And if that doesn't work, HAIL!!")

03 June 2005

This exhibit, summer friends with new roses, takes its name from one of my poems, ici. I believe they're publishing ici in the letterpressed zine accompanying the exhibition as well.

The other day, I heard an interview with Pete Seeger about his song "If I Had a Hammer," which had been used (in a comic way, with different words) to support republican Tom DeLay. Seeger was asked if he was angry about his song being corrupted and used by the very groups he'd always fought, but instead of being upset, he said something about how songs take on a life of their own, and an artist can't control the ways that the culture adapts and adopts the song. I thought it quite an inspired answer, really.

And that's how I feel about my own work. It takes on a life of its own; it goes out into the world and suddenly this little thing that I wrote in the loggia when I was 19 has meaning for an artist in Pennsylvania. Very cool.

01 June 2005

Reader, I edited this.

I promise you, I spent over an hour the other night, simply creating an update worthy of your time and attention -- namely, all the stories from middle school I neglected to post in the months of April and May. School's out for the summer, but I only have four days left before summer school begins. I make no promises about future updates, only that I will attempt to re-update the lost edits and get you your summer reading before summer ends.