the ultimate RUDE BOX

• 2011-12-31

  Happy 2012.

• 2011-12-27

  Printmaking

  Next semester I’m going to put a book together. 

• 2011-12-11

  Anonymous asked: fireball

  whiskey

• 2011-12-02

• 2011-10-16

  “The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That’s the only lasting thing you can create.” 

   Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

• 2011-10-14

  Yossarian lives.

  and 

• →

  Source: NPR

• 2011-10-13

  Haven’t ___ _ thing done.

  

  A beer for my back/neck painz would be nice. 

• 2011-10-12

  George on fantasy.

  “Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
  
  We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La. 
  
  They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to middle Earth.” 

  -George R.R. Martin

  Source: youtube.com

• 2011-10-04

  Adam asked me something like “who/what my favorite artist is right now?” I had to think about it. Maybe someone like Jock Mooney?

  

  Little Fucker, plastic modelling compound, enamel paint, 5 x 20 x 5cm, 2008

  Quieter than a flea’s hiccup, archival inkjet on paper, 14 x 9.25cm, 2005

  BUT it’s probably someone like Ingmar Bergman because his images/characters/narratives are in my head forever. BUUTTT then again, I think about David Sedaris books all day long … as well as a bundle of other books. BUUUUTTTT it’s could be… I love starting a sentence with an informal conjunction.

  Source: jockmooney.com

• 2011-09-22

  Working on stuff like this…

  

• 2011-09-16

  

  (via fuckyeahdementia)

  Source: lupea

• 2011-09-05

  “Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you’re stuck with this undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there’s nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there’s a peanut butter cup or an English toffee. But they’re gone too fast and the taste is… fleeting. So, you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts. And if you’re desperate enough to eat those, all you got left is an empty box filled with useless brown paper wrappers.”

  —The Cigarette Smoking Man, The X-Files

• 2011-06-18

• 2011-04-29