food coma.

finish on the in-progress work:


i've had a ridiculously hard time coming up with ideas for this show theme "wild times." i cannot get past stupid things like spring break girls gone wild or boozy bashes, skinny dipping.
so instead, i'm starting to gather ideas for things that are quite the opposite. like, buying cat food on friday nights and like, computer games.. book clubs.. ha. i don't know.. what else is unarguably not wild?

m.i.a.

i'd heard some of england's current musical darling ellie goulding's music before- even had a few songs of hers on my itunes- but after seeing this vid of her performance at radio 1's big weekend, i was swayed into her favor like so many others. i appreciate any female who doesn't shy away from the drums.
her album Lights is out and if it sounds like your bag, check it out.

art-wise? i spent the last five days house and dog sitting. at some point yesterday, my sketchbook i've had since 2006 turns up missing. i retraced my steps, tore apart two houses, and drove to three different towns recovering my entire day of events in search of my pocket life. after a near breakdown and a text to my mom that "no i don't want to talk about it and no i don't want witnesses to my breakdown," i decided on a long shot and checked the garage of my host home. there, in the middle of the floor, gently chewed and cast aside, was my sketchbook.
i wanted to cut that dog.

but i didn't.


if i had lost my book, this would have been among the casualties:


and my twins cover comes out today on the boise weekly. check it!

sigh.

vestiges.

i just finished this poster for Built to Spill last night.. if you're around about town, you should consider going. it's worth your dollars.

ETA: i've got some of these posters available at both the Basement Gallery and The Visual Arts Collective.

i've still got this lingering cough- merely a small, annoying reminder of my plague days. i finally gave up on "taking it easy" since no amount of soup, meds, or orange juice seemed to kill it. if i was going to be taken down, it was going to be miserably drinking beer from the confines of my bed. and i'll be damned, armed with six mexican beers, i began to kill the mighty plague.
Dos Equis, you saved my life. you can be my wingman anytime.
whilst on the ill, i admit i watched many a questionable quality entertainments. you tube vids that my pal nikki shared with me about drunk people retelling events in history as it is re-enacted by famous actors like Crispin Glover and Jack Black was memorably among the top. it's juvenile, yes. random video-vomiting aside, there were gems that reminded me of my college days, history major pals, and a bottle of Wild Turkey. i'm going to grace you with one Drunk History below, but for the faint of gut, i warn you there is vomiting shown. and probably some swearing. it's integral to the story though, promise.




(don't be fooled by the drunk history imitators. their vids are considerably lamer.)


last: my spring playlist. enjoy!

miami horror - sometimes

the sounds - beatbox

two door cinema club - something good...(t+f remix)

beach house - take care

decemberists - los angeles, i'm yours

modest mouse - florida

built to spill - car

the wombats - moving to new york

the sounds - no one sleeps

(you can download this song free off their website, which i highly suggest you do. now.)

sickness.

i emerged from easter weekend with a family feud and a near-black eye (unrelated to family feud). then i was mightily stricken down with a case of The Plague. i blame the biological warfare of cousins and nieces under the age of 8.
the bruise has since healed, while The Plague remains. I have infected all but one in the household. we mainly lay in bed all day and either moan or groan about it, shuffling in slippers to the kitchen in search of either various cold medications or orange juice. there was a minor scare when i hit an orange juice drought yesterday morning, but a call was made and foreign aid arrived in a grocery sack toted by my mother.
i've lost some good days of productive art-making, so i'm pulling a brave move and going off the meds. i should bypass the comas they seduce me into and actually get some work done with the rest of my day.

on it.

at this particular bar above, the bartender waxed poetic with an air of self-importance about attending Burning Man while mixing some concoction for my posse that he referred to as "Skittles," which reached the rank of "Worst Shot of the Night" after downing it and gagging that it "tasted like the 80s." (by the way, if anyone has seen my M.I.A. brown sweater from that night, you should kindly return it. i have spent far too many a chilled evening lamenting its absence. that, and it will forever serve as a reminder that alcohol is a demon.)
after sufficiently recovering from last week's wedding festivities and tending to our battle wounds, unexpected maid of honor duties which included the returning of the tux the next afternoon while Roomie 1 spent the day in the ER as a byproduct of said Demon, i'm back to work and on the ball. i've been meaning to post photos of my DBA traffic box work, but a dead camera battery did me no favors in this area. it's since been charged and i'm gracing you with very low res, shitty photos because:
1. i don't actually own a nice digital camera, or even a digital camera. i've bought many a dig (read slang: "didge") for other people but never one for myself. ironic. i'm an amateur professional.
2. these panels, being 30" tall, are far too large for any scanner near or in my possession. again, amateur professional.

i believe the ACHD has installed the vinyl wrap already, or will be doing so this week. my box location is supposedly at 6th and Main downtown, and will be "unveiled" for April's first thursday. (in the round, the panels should connect and be viewed as both a ship departing and simultanelously arriving.)
ETA: box location is at 8th & Bannock St. downtown.







flashback toonage: pixies - here comes your man

not far enough.

i'm adjusting to having two new roommates who, upon moving in, came with over 500 channels of DirectTV: the invention of the devil.
i haven't gotten much work done, to say the least. ten minutes ago, one of their gigantic black labs took a small break from chewing on a bone (the size of a human femur) to vomit sporadically all over the living room and kitchen. 20 lbs of unchewed dog food and a half-masticated, uncooked bratwurst lay all over the floor amongst the splatters of blood-- because, as if this couldn't be topped, the same dog is in heat. it looked like a serial killer explosion. i could only laugh as Roommate One whimpered and faux-cried while Roommate Two forced her to scoop up the steaming mess.
yay me.
(now they're "playing" board games. i just heard One yell and knock Two's playing pieces all over the floor while screaming she's a cheater. Two insists she didn't remember where her playing pieces were.)
this is a test of my art-making diligence, right?
... there are so many enticing tv shows beckoning...
eff you, tv. eff you.

damn, working from home iz hard, yo.