Cowboys vs Indians

The perpetual debate! This is far more serious than the political struggle that is republicans vs democrats. Scarier than alien vs predator. If you ever read Indian in the Cupboard or wanted to be a Pony Express rider when you grew up, this dilemma most likely plagued your wee little kiddie mind like it did mine.

A little background to how it played out in my mind back in the 90s. Grant me the excuse of preschool naivete for the offensiveness of some of the list.

• Cowboys: trouble makers, go camping a lot, wear big hats and plaid shirts (the original hipsters?), carry cap guns, shoot first ask questions later, ride white horses through idyllic fields of grass and never get shot, say y'all a lot
• Indians: POCAHONTAS! eat berries, walk in the woods without leaving a trace, carve cool stuff in wood, teepees and longhouses, headdresses and beaded thangs, the utltimate foragers/tree climbers

Anyways, while i did want to gallop a little pony with panniers of mail through Pauite territory, I think I'll always be that little kid playing in the woods with a feather in my hair. Or maybe a not so little kid, building a self-destructive/ingenious board game with my friends.


 designing/wineing with sean rohan

 Went up to the cabin for some woods wandering in good company. Found some mushrooms. Played with pooh-sticks - a few first timers in the bunch. Drank a lot of wine. Created a board game, features include a point system, art (flowers, "sea of wine"), mazes, table descisions, etc. etc. Found a feather!

Life in the technodrome is great. Especially because NOW WE HAVE INTERNETS!! Yep! Now knowledge bombs and 150% mark-ups can be verified via the veritable wikipedia! Family, family dinner with the boys. Paella props go to Ollie and Dutch. BJ's lurking just outside the frame.

 

dreamscape

Lately I've been keeping a dream journal. Its not going well. Here is my latest entry.

"I dreamed it was the med room and someone was like its daylight savings so its a couple hours ahead, and i said it doesn't work like that. I think it was heather from work. Its hard to remember"

I have run into a few kinks with this project. Namely, I keep dreaming that I am writing in my dream journal. Then when I do actually write, I can only remember snippets, and my handwriting is pretty much illegible. 

On the other hand my dreams have become way more crazy/vivid/awesome. 

we were at a big building with elevators. and they went up and down. and i was trying to escape from something.or at least there was something scary going down. i had the power of stealth, but the sensation of biking too close to the curb, when you get a jitter down your spine. once i  had to pretend like i was dead. it was  creepy. i had the cap of something in my hand, and as i lay there, in a gown? i was trying to keep my arms crossed and let them not see the rise and fall of my chest, and the little red bike tube cap in my hand. it was like there was a plot to destroy a royal family, and i was in it. each of these elevators lead to a circular shaped room, like the one on the main floor in berchets. except that the elevators were slow and unpredictable and i was trying to escape. there were stairs and i couldn't figure it out. one time the elevators opened onto nothing.then i was down on ground level and it was a big convention center building. except not - you know, different in the way dream things are. i was running all around it. once i ran the stairs in the bottom basement. i think this is because i hit the P1 button in an elevator to escape. 

Weird dream. I dream about work a lot, and the hospital. I also have been seeing more of the people from my life in dreams, instead of strangers. I like dreaming. I like daydreaming. I daydream when I run. Its awesome. Its cool because when I'm running its like there's a soundtrack to my dream, and the music usually affects where my mind goes, and in what direction, before I lose it. I like new music because it takes me new places when I run. I'll run longer. Sometimes faster, sometimes slower, but always longer. 

Eat Your Vegetables, Get High Off Decibels

New day. New couch. New speakers. New shirt. New music. Feeling good.

Spent yesterday running around Seattle doing nothing, doing everything. Highlights include a feature in a granola ad? Seattle, the mostest naturalest city? Greenlake high-dive minus the diving board. Swing dancing in the living room. Exploring John Marshall High School - abandoned school for the miscreants of Seattle. Finding an original copy of the 1967 classic, The Man Who Walked Through Time: The Story of the First Trip Afoot Through the Grand Canyon. Meeting up with my friend Craig to buy cheap electronic equipment. Frequenting the fruit stand. Blasts from the past? Secret notepad notes that make my day. Figuring out my agenda with a little help from friendly neighborhood corespondents. Silk-screening.

New Simba in Shades t-shirt. Shout out to the Pride Rock Crew. Thanks boys.

 Figured out that my computer has a photoshooting setting thang where it takes sets of photos over a period of time. There is a name for this. I expect it can be found on wikipedia. Anyways. Took a series of pretty funny photos hanging out in the living room. I'll spare you the creeper eye ones we took.

sweet beets for you little earsies
http://soundcloud.com/macklemore/macklemore-x-ryan-lewis-cant

Now, for a little art appreciation. Please critique "Mary". She graces the mantle above the fireplace. I think it might be time her to get a feature exhibit! In the basement! 

Banish to the Basement?