hyenahell

The way you scowl at that Starbuck's cup makes my huevos shrink in fear; if I was starting a The Warriors-type gang, I would definitely want you in it!
You seem to be more responsive to Melvina than Starbuck's.

Thank you for all that pic-resizing.

I love your big head. In the words of Bowie, it is a SWEET head.

Hey, imagine pink pants to go with ^< that jacket up there! At that point, I'd be forced to refer to you as "Leather" in all communiques.

my pants fit, but the belts are all tight. damn quit eating!

btw, I'm so absent minded, I've seen Kara Walker. She's in the first 2 seasons of art:21 on PBS. I've checked out the DVDs twice from Arlington Library. I really want to own them, too.

Collier Schorr, who was in my crush list and is now in my artists list, was in those shows... Sally Mann, too. Collier looks a boyish version of Bailey, she looks like Bailey's brother or something, hence my gigantic crush on her. Sally Mann's mom looked like tattoosandwhores I forgot to tell her about that (Sally showed old pics of her parents).

I have a crush on basically every woman artist in that damned series! Except maybe Louise Bourgeoise... not because she's old (I have a crush on Agnes Varda, after all!), but because she acts kinda creepy... it's amusing, but she has that severe old European woman 'tude thing going on.

I found Kara's looks and voice very sexy. I found her placidness vs. her art's rage alluring, too. It's rage, but with a sense of humor.

Arlington Library is in the process of getting the art:21 3rd season DVD. I've already put it on hold. I missed it and No Direction Home on TV in Sept/ Oct, due to me never watching TV anymore!... but Arlington Library saved me. They had the Dylan, and are getting this one.

So are you going back to New Orleans? My friend stayed with me for a couple of months because of Katrina. Now he's back near the french quarter, but there's not much in the way of utilities.

Happy Turkey Day!

Well, glad to see you made it out ok, sad you had to leave NOLA, but at least you didn't lose everything.

Love your Hirsute pic. You have BEAUTIFUL eyebrows!!!

SADLY

This is exactly how I feel about scurrying critters.

One exception. Palmetto Bugs are like Titanium Golems. I think butterflys summon them to do their bidding.

RAT QUEEN RAT QUEEN!

jules will herd them for you! <3

Rhys actually has to drive that rat over 3 miles away in order for it to not come back.
Creepy thought.

MU.HA.

Sorry I missed you on this trip.

best of luck with the trip...i hope all goes well, love.

Yes....be safe!! Hope you find what and who you are looking for.

Good luck getting back to Nola... hope your house, friends, and family are all okay... keep us posted...

Sold 'em before. They don't last as long. Lei arent bad for durability, but that pretty much makes them the best of the worst.

As for the cost - it shouldn't cost less to put a pants on than it would to get someone to take theirs off.

A good rule.

Thanks. If the opportunity ever arises, we should definitely have us a sit-down. I suspect we'd really enjoy eachother and that the hours would pass all too easily.

This may be an unusual compliment, but I assure you, a compliment it is - You smoke well. As an artist, I think you know what I'm trying to say. Sometimes the seemingly simple things in still pictures convey a great deal about the subject and his/her aura. You? I catch a confident, matter-of-fact, ease and wit through something as fundamental as a picture of you smoking.

A sit-down would be good. My friend list on the site is made-up exclusively of people with whom I have, plan to, or hope to have the chance to, someday, share space, ideas and energy. We'd have a good time.

You hit the nail on the head terming the bass saga a beginning/end of an era story. It's most certainly that. And... yeah, the hands are big. It's really hard for me to find gloves.

Caddies are pretty hip. Like I said, it's a soul thing. White/cream and red is a great combination. I'm having quite the romantic rennaissance with the pre-1970, big American car. One of my all-time favorites is a '66 Dodge Coronet 500 or 440 Coronet in white over red. Good stuff. May not have the style of a Caddy, but it's as nasty as a big American shoebox gets.

Right car, wrong color

As for the schooling - I've been harboring the idea for at least 8 years. When something festers that long, at some point it must be given serious consideration. I talked to my stylist - for/in whom I have nothing but adoration and trust - and she gave me the skinny. You can either go to school to be an aesthetition or a stylist. Stylist is the only route for me. I'd kill myself in terrible and elaborate ways if I spent the remainder of my years giving facials, manicures and waxing. Just not for me. I'd have to go the stylist route. In Illinois, that means a 1500 hour course (approx 10 months) and a chimp-simple exam. That's just the formality. I've been told to expect as much actual education there as in driver's ed. At that point, I get a job as an assistant in a salon and go through a period of apprenticeship. After that (probably 2 years in total) I'd be thrown to the wolves to fend for myself. Lesley told me that I should look into coloring since there's huge money to be made, but I really see myself cutting and sculpting.

Af course, at this point, I know just a little more than nothing, so it's easy to speak in specifics and absolutes. I just think it'd be a nice way to keep my hands and my creativity intact.

I, too, have heard that being suspended is really quite something. I don't see myself getting hoisted skyward, but it's something that I find truly impressive and amazing. I can only speculate as to the nature of the sensation, but it must be absolutely ovewhelming and probably quite humbling. Keep your ear to the ground. You never know when time, place, people and hooks will cross your path. If you feel it, don't hesitate.

Sometimes, when it comes to gatherings and especially on 'amateur nights' like Halloween, sober as a judge can be the only way to go. After the suspension, the teeny-boppers I was with hauled my ennui laden ass to a party where nobody was hanging from hooks and everyone was falling all over themselves. Once I caught the vibe of the party through the stench of stale beer and the haze of bong smoke (not spending much time with either these days. just feels right in the here and now), I was able to make to take full advantage and accentuate the positives.

doesnt that hurt when you carve your ass off? Might make some people(your man-toy especially) unset that you no longer have an ass too.

Excellent gore. I never can get the point of infection/festering wounds right. I just rely on makeup and extra blood.

I didn't get a chance to saw anything at the time, but I really liked the work you posted in the last entry. The harpies were pretty damn cool, and I was especially fond of the piece for your friend's benefit show in Atlanta.

very fuckin cool!