Pat Robertson has might have an excuse. He is just a tired and scared old man. There is no excuse for Rush Limbaugh. Even a recent hospital stay, and his newly found fear of death, didn't make him any less a jackass. Maybe he did indeed make a pact with the devil herself.
Yes Limbaugh opened his face and told people not to donate to Haitian relief. He said that you already have through your income taxes. He said, if you donated through the White House website, your name would just end up on a DNC mailing list. Guess he didn't notice the link leads directly to the American Red Cross site. So no asshole, President Obama isn't going to steal the donations. Maybe you should just crawl back into that hole you crawled out of and leave us all in peace.
Lets just hope the only people who listen to Limbaugh are the ones who waste their money on his books. I suppose that is more than enough.
I saw these two emails as responses to a Cafferty question on Cnn.com :
"Technology has made it so younger people are now donating. I'm 17 and I donated through texting. I would of never donated any other way because I don't know how. But I do know how to text."
"I'm going on 61 and this was the first time I texted something to something else to donate money for a cause. That has to count for something."
Also so far it's estimated Americans pledged more than $8 million via text message to the Red Cross alone.
Sometimes I am proud of us ....
tuneage
Friday, January 15, 2010
Observations from the Window
Pillows and blankets are wonderful things.
I only brought along five leather jackets. Seems I need more.
There don't seem to be many people on the street at 2 AM. But than again most bands play till 2 or 3 and last call is at 3:45 so maybe everybody is just snug in their bar stool.
Lady Gaga seems to be blaring from every speaker and wall sized monitor in the village. Oddly I don't seem to mind it but, at the same time, it makes me feel str8er than I ever have in my life. But, emm, guys don't bother. I aint feeling that str8.
In the yellow pages for the Village/Soho area there are 444 bars listed and only 93 chinese restaurants. That's too damn much Lady Gaga and not enough General Tso. There are 21 bars in all of State College. So it seems Ive either moved to heaven or hell. I'm really not sure which yet.
If you want to sleep don't drink Bull Breezes. Red Bull, vodka, and a tiny bit of cranberry juice.
I should turn off Anderson Cooper. The Haiti earthquake just makes me want to cry ....
But yet I'm glued to it
Send a $10 donation to the American Red Cross by texting ‘Haiti’ to 90999
tuneage
I only brought along five leather jackets. Seems I need more.
There don't seem to be many people on the street at 2 AM. But than again most bands play till 2 or 3 and last call is at 3:45 so maybe everybody is just snug in their bar stool.
Lady Gaga seems to be blaring from every speaker and wall sized monitor in the village. Oddly I don't seem to mind it but, at the same time, it makes me feel str8er than I ever have in my life. But, emm, guys don't bother. I aint feeling that str8.
In the yellow pages for the Village/Soho area there are 444 bars listed and only 93 chinese restaurants. That's too damn much Lady Gaga and not enough General Tso. There are 21 bars in all of State College. So it seems Ive either moved to heaven or hell. I'm really not sure which yet.
If you want to sleep don't drink Bull Breezes. Red Bull, vodka, and a tiny bit of cranberry juice.
I should turn off Anderson Cooper. The Haiti earthquake just makes me want to cry ....
But yet I'm glued to it
Send a $10 donation to the American Red Cross by texting ‘Haiti’ to 90999
tuneage
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
David Reed
Tonight I attended a pre-opening event at Peter Blum Gallery in Soho. I'm not about to do this for every event I go to but it was the first and his work is totally kewl. I especially liked the working papers. I tend to doodle and write notes in a sketch book when I'm painting but I never really thought about how somebody else might do it.
Excerpt from show release
"Well-known for his abstract paintings, the working drawings and color studies provide a rare glimpse into David Reed’s process and contemplations. The color studies display Reed’s experiments with color, light, and form. Works such as “Color Study #27? exhibit his signature winding, wrapping, rhythmic ribbon-like shapes, and lay the groundwork for the paintings. While the working drawings, ultimately, provide a kind of diary of the artist and each painting, recording Reed’s deliberations and struggles with the work over days, or even years. For example, in “Working Drawing #295-3? Reed writes, “3/19 Thought at first that this would work – no longer sure.” Likewise, they contain a biographic and personal element, chronicling events in Reed’s life, from studio visits to protests occurring outside his window. Made on grid paper, the working drawings possess the qualities of an architectural drawing with schematics outlining compositions and dimensions, or a scientific journal with detailed notes on decisions made regarding color. Just as Reed turns his paintings as he works, he turns the drawings, resulting in writing that is at times upside down or sideways."
Oh and there was champagne !
David Reed Studio
Peter Blum Gallery
Excerpt from show release
"Well-known for his abstract paintings, the working drawings and color studies provide a rare glimpse into David Reed’s process and contemplations. The color studies display Reed’s experiments with color, light, and form. Works such as “Color Study #27? exhibit his signature winding, wrapping, rhythmic ribbon-like shapes, and lay the groundwork for the paintings. While the working drawings, ultimately, provide a kind of diary of the artist and each painting, recording Reed’s deliberations and struggles with the work over days, or even years. For example, in “Working Drawing #295-3? Reed writes, “3/19 Thought at first that this would work – no longer sure.” Likewise, they contain a biographic and personal element, chronicling events in Reed’s life, from studio visits to protests occurring outside his window. Made on grid paper, the working drawings possess the qualities of an architectural drawing with schematics outlining compositions and dimensions, or a scientific journal with detailed notes on decisions made regarding color. Just as Reed turns his paintings as he works, he turns the drawings, resulting in writing that is at times upside down or sideways."
Oh and there was champagne !
David Reed Studio
Peter Blum Gallery
Dream Gurls
First day at my new job and I'm in a silly mood so i give you this. My top ten Dream Gurls in no particular order.- Anne Hathaway - just let me set eyes on her and life will never be the same. Rachel Getting Married is fast becoming my fav movie.
- Britney Spears - please just don't ask
- Rachel Maddow - Host of The Rachel Maddow Show on MSNBC
- Emma Anzai - bassist for the band sick puppies
- Christina Scabbia - lead singer for the band Lacuna Coil
- Amy Lee - lead singer for the band Evanescence and of my fav song My Immortal
- Kate Beckinsale - emmm Kate, Selene, whichever whoever
- Cathy DeBuono - actress, Out at the Wedding, and host of web-show The Gloves are Off on SheWired.com
- Kate Moennig - yes Shane from The L Word
- Morgan Webb - producer of G4 X Play and host of G4 Underground
gallery
tuneage
(12.14.2010 update - sorry but i deleted this gallery)
Monday, January 11, 2010
A Starry Night
"I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day."
Vincent van Gogh
After years of studying this artist and that I find myself drawn more and more to van Gogh. He believed art was a form of expression in that it was an emotional and spiritual experience for him. Maybe that’s what draws me to him or maybe the fact that he was insane. Van Gogh was a heavy drinker and tobacco user which exasperated his mental illness. He didn’t get along with other artists.
A Starry Night is a perfect representation of the Post-Impressionistic style of painting. With its swirling colors and lines it incorporates not just the color and light that is found in the earlier works of these painters, but shows how forms and feelings also came into play. Swirls were applied so thickly in this painting that the paint itself cast shadows. His heavy brushstrokes and vivid colors portray the night sky as crazy and chaotic and the village below as peaceful and serene. It’s been debated whether the swirling sky represents his state of mind when he painted it. For van Gogh art was not a black night sky over a small town art was a personal expression of how he felt when he looked at the sky over the town. This is significant in that his ‘interpretation’ made him a pioneer in the modern movement of artists.
A Starry Night was painted in June 1889. Just over a year later, in July 1890, van Gogh walked into a field with a revolver and shot himself in the chest. He died two days later.
It’s been said there is a fine line between genius and madness.
A Starry Night
tuneage
Vincent van Gogh
After years of studying this artist and that I find myself drawn more and more to van Gogh. He believed art was a form of expression in that it was an emotional and spiritual experience for him. Maybe that’s what draws me to him or maybe the fact that he was insane. Van Gogh was a heavy drinker and tobacco user which exasperated his mental illness. He didn’t get along with other artists.
A Starry Night is a perfect representation of the Post-Impressionistic style of painting. With its swirling colors and lines it incorporates not just the color and light that is found in the earlier works of these painters, but shows how forms and feelings also came into play. Swirls were applied so thickly in this painting that the paint itself cast shadows. His heavy brushstrokes and vivid colors portray the night sky as crazy and chaotic and the village below as peaceful and serene. It’s been debated whether the swirling sky represents his state of mind when he painted it. For van Gogh art was not a black night sky over a small town art was a personal expression of how he felt when he looked at the sky over the town. This is significant in that his ‘interpretation’ made him a pioneer in the modern movement of artists.
A Starry Night was painted in June 1889. Just over a year later, in July 1890, van Gogh walked into a field with a revolver and shot himself in the chest. He died two days later.
It’s been said there is a fine line between genius and madness.
A Starry Night
tuneage
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Rant of the Day
I just read this and I don’t know if I was ever so disgusted in my life. I don’t know why it should bother me because I’ve seen much worse. Just something about the smugness of her struck a nerve.
"My position on gay marriage is well documented--and though I am totally against denying any American legal rights and protections that another is privy to, I have reservations about going as far as gay "marriage."
Here are the two questions that comprise the basis of my hesitation:
First, if gay marriage is made legal, could the ACLU and others of their diabolical ilk sue a Christian/Catholic/Mormon/Muslim church that refused to marry a gay couple due to religious conviction/beliefs? And would the SCOTUS have to uphold a ruling because of the new found legal status?
Second, yes...sorry...the dreaded "slippery slope" argument. What about polygamy? People that claim they were born loving more than one--that feel it's their calling? Or a group that feels as if cousins--or half brothers and sisters should marry? If we broaden the definition of marriage, how do we determine when to stop? How is it fair to allow two men to marry but not a man and two women?"
tard
Don't even read the comments that go with it or you may have a prob keeping your breakfast down too.
Unless you are gay I don’t see what the big deal is with gay marriage. No body is going to put a gun your head and force into one. If you don’t like gay marriage there is a simple answer. Don’t have one. But don’t get all high and mighty and tell me I cant. When compared to things like war, health care, and the environment gays getting married shouldn’t even be an issue.
Thursday the New Jersey senate rejected a bill that would have legalized gay marriage in the state. A day later the Portuguese parliament passed a bill allowing gay marriage becoming the sixth European nation to do so. Gay marriage is also permitted in Belgium, the Netherlands, Spain, Sweden, Norway, and Canada. Maybe one day this country will catch up with the rest of the civilized world. But somehow I doubt it.
I love the line "Did I vote on your marriage?"
tuneage
"My position on gay marriage is well documented--and though I am totally against denying any American legal rights and protections that another is privy to, I have reservations about going as far as gay "marriage."
Here are the two questions that comprise the basis of my hesitation:
First, if gay marriage is made legal, could the ACLU and others of their diabolical ilk sue a Christian/Catholic/Mormon/Muslim church that refused to marry a gay couple due to religious conviction/beliefs? And would the SCOTUS have to uphold a ruling because of the new found legal status?
Second, yes...sorry...the dreaded "slippery slope" argument. What about polygamy? People that claim they were born loving more than one--that feel it's their calling? Or a group that feels as if cousins--or half brothers and sisters should marry? If we broaden the definition of marriage, how do we determine when to stop? How is it fair to allow two men to marry but not a man and two women?"
tard
Don't even read the comments that go with it or you may have a prob keeping your breakfast down too.
Unless you are gay I don’t see what the big deal is with gay marriage. No body is going to put a gun your head and force into one. If you don’t like gay marriage there is a simple answer. Don’t have one. But don’t get all high and mighty and tell me I cant. When compared to things like war, health care, and the environment gays getting married shouldn’t even be an issue.
Thursday the New Jersey senate rejected a bill that would have legalized gay marriage in the state. A day later the Portuguese parliament passed a bill allowing gay marriage becoming the sixth European nation to do so. Gay marriage is also permitted in Belgium, the Netherlands, Spain, Sweden, Norway, and Canada. Maybe one day this country will catch up with the rest of the civilized world. But somehow I doubt it.
I love the line "Did I vote on your marriage?"
tuneage
Friday, January 8, 2010
The Window Seat
It’s a tiny three room apartment with a bedroom that barely holds my bed. With creaky steps and a door buzzer that sometimes doesn’t work right. Lower Manhattan rent. It all doesn’t seem worth it. Except for one thing …
The window seat
It’s almost two feet deep and crammed with pillows. The seat is long enough for even me to curl up in. Three floors above the street it is high enough to give a feeling of privacy but yet low enough to see the faces of people as they pass by. And there are always people. Anytime of the day or night there are people going who knows where. It sounds corny but it really is a city that never sleeps.
To sit in the seat is to enter a whole diff world. Even as people and cars rush by time itself seems to slow down. Whether reading, or writing, or just sipping a drink your mind starts to wander. What was, what is, what might be. The future seems a lot clearer and the past not so far away.
Sometimes I just look out the window and smile ….
tuneage
The window seat
It’s almost two feet deep and crammed with pillows. The seat is long enough for even me to curl up in. Three floors above the street it is high enough to give a feeling of privacy but yet low enough to see the faces of people as they pass by. And there are always people. Anytime of the day or night there are people going who knows where. It sounds corny but it really is a city that never sleeps.
To sit in the seat is to enter a whole diff world. Even as people and cars rush by time itself seems to slow down. Whether reading, or writing, or just sipping a drink your mind starts to wander. What was, what is, what might be. The future seems a lot clearer and the past not so far away.
Sometimes I just look out the window and smile ….
tuneage
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Inspiration
“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.”
Vincent van Gogh
Inspiration is a funny thing. It can come from something good or bad. Love, hate, a song, a word, the color of the morning sky, or the stars at night. I suppose all art is inspired by something. I never thought that way but looking back at my work I see it is true. I mean even a photo is inspired by what you are seeing.
Of my three fav paintings two were done years ago when I was still an undergrad. One I call ‘Dark Shit’. It was painted just after I got out of rehab and is painted in grey undertones with swatches of black and red over top. Still dazed and confused from a summer in hell it is if I stood back and threw my demons on a canvas hoping to trap them there.
Not even a year later I painted the blue painting on the sideboard. ‘Elephant Rose’. Totally diff from the dark one it is all bright shades of blue. Inspired, if anything, by the sheer joy of survival and putting some of the dark times behind me.
What I never experienced before was a continuing inspiration. In the past year I have done a dozen ‘quality’ sketches, one painting, and picked up my camera again. All inspired by the words, and just desire to see, of a good friend. What was an off handed comment about a rough sketch became a months long project ending in my third fav painting ‘Gurl Parts’. A summer vacation became an overdue artistic release of charcoal. I picked up my camera again just to see if she was right. And I started taking dozens of pics in sl partly in competition but mainly just to her reaction.
Probably the biggest body of work I have ever done in such a short period. Inspired by a my friend.
Thanks
tuneage
Vincent van Gogh
Inspiration is a funny thing. It can come from something good or bad. Love, hate, a song, a word, the color of the morning sky, or the stars at night. I suppose all art is inspired by something. I never thought that way but looking back at my work I see it is true. I mean even a photo is inspired by what you are seeing.
Of my three fav paintings two were done years ago when I was still an undergrad. One I call ‘Dark Shit’. It was painted just after I got out of rehab and is painted in grey undertones with swatches of black and red over top. Still dazed and confused from a summer in hell it is if I stood back and threw my demons on a canvas hoping to trap them there.
Not even a year later I painted the blue painting on the sideboard. ‘Elephant Rose’. Totally diff from the dark one it is all bright shades of blue. Inspired, if anything, by the sheer joy of survival and putting some of the dark times behind me.
What I never experienced before was a continuing inspiration. In the past year I have done a dozen ‘quality’ sketches, one painting, and picked up my camera again. All inspired by the words, and just desire to see, of a good friend. What was an off handed comment about a rough sketch became a months long project ending in my third fav painting ‘Gurl Parts’. A summer vacation became an overdue artistic release of charcoal. I picked up my camera again just to see if she was right. And I started taking dozens of pics in sl partly in competition but mainly just to her reaction.
Probably the biggest body of work I have ever done in such a short period. Inspired by a my friend.
Thanks
tuneage
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Addiction
I was an addict. I *am* an addict. It’s a very hard thing to say but its true. It's something that, once you have been there, you never totally leave it behind.
I have an addictive personality. It has taken many forms in my life from cigarettes to Ben & Jerries Cherry Garcia to, at times, sl. But its also left me with demons Ill forever struggle with.
I left myself in a pit so black I never thought I would be able to climb out. I’ve spent a month in rehab and almost wrecked a car. The police found me sitting on the hood of my car in a ditch. I think I waved. I burned through a years worth of tuition money in a month. So in other words I’ve been to hell and I know what it looks like.
The memory becomes the backdrop that you forever look at your life against. Little things that bother other people I shrug off as nothing. Than I’ll blow up over something trivial because it sets off something in the deepest darkest part of my brain. Some people think I’m down right crazy.
I tend to use the word ‘karma’ now.
I’m thinking Amy and I have a lot to talk about ….
tuneage
I have an addictive personality. It has taken many forms in my life from cigarettes to Ben & Jerries Cherry Garcia to, at times, sl. But its also left me with demons Ill forever struggle with.
I left myself in a pit so black I never thought I would be able to climb out. I’ve spent a month in rehab and almost wrecked a car. The police found me sitting on the hood of my car in a ditch. I think I waved. I burned through a years worth of tuition money in a month. So in other words I’ve been to hell and I know what it looks like.
The memory becomes the backdrop that you forever look at your life against. Little things that bother other people I shrug off as nothing. Than I’ll blow up over something trivial because it sets off something in the deepest darkest part of my brain. Some people think I’m down right crazy.
I tend to use the word ‘karma’ now.
I’m thinking Amy and I have a lot to talk about ….
tuneage
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
How
How did I end up here? Waking up in the middle of the morning to the sound of sirens in the street instead of the peace and quiet of the mountains of central Pennsylvania?
I always loved NY. Since the first time my mom brought me here when I was a kid. And yes there was a time when I was a kid. At times it seems so long ago. This city, and especially the Village, always had a hold on me. I don’t think a year has gone by since that first trip that I didn’t spend some time here. The museums, galleries and later the music and clubs. The crowded streets at three in the morning. I don’t think there is another place quite like it anywhere.
I met Ash my second year in college and we have been good friends ever since. That in itself says something about her because I have no idea how she could put up with me all this time. When we graduated she headed right for NY while a muddled along for years working on my masters.
All along my plan had been to move up with Ash after I finished my degree. But things never seem to go as planed and I was offered an almost perfect job at Penn State. I had to think long and hard about it but, in the end, it was just too good an offer to pass up. I did some teaching, met new people, and got to spend a lot of time with my brother who is now a senior there.
Than this past summer I spent some time with Ash and at the gallery she works at. I met the woman who runs it for the Swiss owners and ended up going home with a loose job offer. I think I spent two months torn over what to do. I remember somebody saying “I can't figure out if this is the gods dropping another gift in your lap, or the gods tempting you to fuck everything up again”. This was exactly my problem. The hold the Village has on me against my job at Penn State a place that has almost an equal hold.
In the end I had to do it or spend the rest of my life wondering what might have been. So here I am with the sirens blaring.
Hey I can always go back to the mountains …..
tuneage
I always loved NY. Since the first time my mom brought me here when I was a kid. And yes there was a time when I was a kid. At times it seems so long ago. This city, and especially the Village, always had a hold on me. I don’t think a year has gone by since that first trip that I didn’t spend some time here. The museums, galleries and later the music and clubs. The crowded streets at three in the morning. I don’t think there is another place quite like it anywhere.
I met Ash my second year in college and we have been good friends ever since. That in itself says something about her because I have no idea how she could put up with me all this time. When we graduated she headed right for NY while a muddled along for years working on my masters.
All along my plan had been to move up with Ash after I finished my degree. But things never seem to go as planed and I was offered an almost perfect job at Penn State. I had to think long and hard about it but, in the end, it was just too good an offer to pass up. I did some teaching, met new people, and got to spend a lot of time with my brother who is now a senior there.
Than this past summer I spent some time with Ash and at the gallery she works at. I met the woman who runs it for the Swiss owners and ended up going home with a loose job offer. I think I spent two months torn over what to do. I remember somebody saying “I can't figure out if this is the gods dropping another gift in your lap, or the gods tempting you to fuck everything up again”. This was exactly my problem. The hold the Village has on me against my job at Penn State a place that has almost an equal hold.
In the end I had to do it or spend the rest of my life wondering what might have been. So here I am with the sirens blaring.
Hey I can always go back to the mountains …..
tuneage
Monday, January 4, 2010
Lessons
A few lessons Ive learned in my first days up here ....
- Bars being open on a Sunday is a blessing and a curse. I mean even I need a day to say 'oh no I'm not gonna today'
- I need a smaller bed ! And with that I'm to effing tall to live here !!
- I procrastinate and sometimes it kicks your ass. I wanted to have a new portfolio together before I moved and alas I didn't do squat. So now I have this week to do it if i want it finished before I start work. grrrrrr
Me
emo. A word from hell. Yes I can be emo. I have a short temper that i have been know to lose on occasion. I have been trying to keep that reigned in. Sometimes successfully sometimes not.
But to understand me you have to understand one simple fact. My art is everything to me. Its comes first, last, and fills the middle. It has been that way since I first picked up a pink crayon and fucked up the bedroom walls. And to me all art flows from emotion. Maybe I'm wrong in that but it's how i feel. I know artists who think the exact opposite is true (artists are a weird bunch). Some people never seem to get that without the emo side I just wouldn't be who I am.
When I paint I put everything I have into it. I can go days living on nothing but coffee, alcohol, and cigarettes. No food, sleep, or contact with anybody. Court, who I lived with at PSU, would check every now and than just to make sure I was still alive. Than when I'm finished I go thru the biggest crash. It can last for days and is hard on anybody close to me. The last time i painted anything I fought with somebody for days after. And the sex sucked too! Now that is something you will rarely if ever hear me admit.
So where am I going with this. Who knows. But that's it for now.
saddest tune i ever heard
ugh thanks sis for sending me that
new pic
But to understand me you have to understand one simple fact. My art is everything to me. Its comes first, last, and fills the middle. It has been that way since I first picked up a pink crayon and fucked up the bedroom walls. And to me all art flows from emotion. Maybe I'm wrong in that but it's how i feel. I know artists who think the exact opposite is true (artists are a weird bunch). Some people never seem to get that without the emo side I just wouldn't be who I am.
When I paint I put everything I have into it. I can go days living on nothing but coffee, alcohol, and cigarettes. No food, sleep, or contact with anybody. Court, who I lived with at PSU, would check every now and than just to make sure I was still alive. Than when I'm finished I go thru the biggest crash. It can last for days and is hard on anybody close to me. The last time i painted anything I fought with somebody for days after. And the sex sucked too! Now that is something you will rarely if ever hear me admit.
So where am I going with this. Who knows. But that's it for now.
saddest tune i ever heard
ugh thanks sis for sending me that
new pic
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Here I Am
Why am I doing this? Honestly I have no clue.
In the past weeks I left a place and a job I love dearly. Penn State University (btw Capital One Bowl final. PSU 19 - LSU 17). A good friend of mine moved to the west coast. And the day after new years I moved in with another good friend in the Village. Soon Ill be starting a job in a gallery there.
Years ago I kept a journal. It always seemed to help me clear my head in the 'dark days'. Recently I had a conversation with a doctor friend who thought it might be a good idea to do it again. To help me adjust to all the recent changes in my life.
Well here I am. Time will tell .....
tuneage
In the past weeks I left a place and a job I love dearly. Penn State University (btw Capital One Bowl final. PSU 19 - LSU 17). A good friend of mine moved to the west coast. And the day after new years I moved in with another good friend in the Village. Soon Ill be starting a job in a gallery there.
Years ago I kept a journal. It always seemed to help me clear my head in the 'dark days'. Recently I had a conversation with a doctor friend who thought it might be a good idea to do it again. To help me adjust to all the recent changes in my life.
Well here I am. Time will tell .....
tuneage
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