I’m IMing. I haven’t really done it in awhile. When I was in my teens, it was like texting to teens these days. I was addicted, and I was really good at it. I was able to get my point across, be funny, and maybe even enjoy myself. These days it’s much more utilitarian. Much like any writing I do. I have to be prodded into it, and even then it’s only a shadow of my former voice. Regardless of that. I’m IMing. It’s hard for me to talk. Getting over a cold, now compounded with another one. I ordered pizza from the place that lets me order online just so I wouldn’t have to talk. And how did the IM end? “I believe in some traditional gender roles.” What does that even mean? Subtextually I’m not sure. On the bright side, it’s 9PM, and I’m awake. Unusual.
September 29, 2008 • 12:11 am 0
People Missing Teeth
It’s just after 8pm. My hands are completely caulked. Today was my first experience with it, and I left the top (the top that I fashioned by knifing the upper section off) off, and ended up with a gelatinous goo mound. I took said goo mound and tried to apply it to a beautiful matte print. I don’t know the result of that experiment but I’m not too optimistic. The earlier project with caulk has much more potential. All in all, a good day.
Filed under: Imagination, random
June 17, 2008 • 8:53 pm 1
Question Today
Where do I want to be in 5 years? Geodesic incompleteness might lead an uninitiated individual to ponder the intrinsic validity of this question. Speculation aside, one might question if a true answer would offset any already-dictated and directed path. However, when we stir in modern philosophical theorems and generally excepted notions that space-time is an arrow, pointing in whatever direction our psyche produces it, we are able to more soundly justify the existence of the question and our abilities to answer it. Whether or not a true and just answer to the question offsets and detriments the possibilities of its forthcoming can only be ascertained in practice, not conjecture.
Nonetheless, I’m willing to push forward and risk any personal quantum consequences attempting to answer this query with forthrightness and insight might catalyze. So, again I start. Where do I want to be in five years? I’m prepared to outline my projection in two discrete aspects. The first being the absolute evolution of my personal id and the point at which it can be defined in this earthly time period. The second, slightly more tangible reactant, is the impact I foresee imposing on others during and up until this timeframe negates itself.
Firstly, in regards to the state of my id. I see it in good standing. Perhaps more physically dissolved and diluted by everyday simulacrum, but nonetheless strong and less-awkward. Overall, I assume and anticipate fully, more action coupled with more questions. Questioning being key to any evolution, assuming it is to continue beyond the window given.. Otherwise, I’d hope to see a dramatic drop in angst and metaphor. Any psychic malnutrition will be met with the protein of reason.
On the second front, we look at my outward impacts-where they will lead and resolve to. I expect and will make adjustments to ensure that I have followers. Not just fans, but in fact, mobilized groups of individuals who believe in what I say and emulate my actions. The impact, of course, will be more far-reaching than direct connection. I expect to dissolve any transparent guides pushing apart logic from action. I also hope to have coined the term laction to refer to this natural evolution. A new divide will form naturally between the “lactive” and the “inlactive.” Those pursuing laction and the illactionites that only further their own domains. This kind of friendly imbalance will lead to a natural balance and pasteurization of overwhelming principles.
In conclusion. Five years, not such a long time from now. Art from me? yes please.
June 15, 2008 • 11:33 pm 0
father’s day
swimming in gene pools
Art by Wallace, words by Portia
Filed under: art, haiku, Imagination, prose, random
February 27, 2008 • 3:00 pm 0
Whether your tool of choice is a hammer or a smile…you can help.
Image I shot in riverside
Yes, when I was 14, my then-uncle, took up a hammer to mercifully help a small hurt bird. No one really knew why he chose this method. Later we learned all kinds of weird and absurd details about him as he left our lives. Nonetheless, when given those two choices, it’s evident which is more effective.
Filed under: art, john kester, random, childhood, john kester, photography
