Sunday, December 4, 2011

a Twiggy Xmas?

This one just went off to the gallery - the owners are making a 60's Christmas themed window so this was by special request.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

long time no blog.

trying a new stencil here. 3 layers. here's some tests. unhappy with 'em but . . .can anyone even tell me who this is suppose to be?

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Today's Scores

Cubs 4
Pirates 0

Philadelphia 3
Juarez 8

Roe 7
Wade 2

storage space 2
time zones 7

transitory verbs 8
stationary bicycles 1

Big Ben 7
Little John 6

What Passes These Days 2
The Change of Winds 5

the seemingly vague 8
trace amounts of shame 4

poetry, but not in the usual sense 2
Noxzema 5

long division 1
short shorts 7

discussions not involving the advantages
of three legged furniture 5
discussions involving the advantages
of three legged furniture 9

South Wacker 7
Downers Grove 3

Crazy Guggenheim Museum 5
Mixed Metaphor Building 4

being careful of what you wish for 3
getting what you wish for, kinda 1

Lou Gehrig’s Disease 4
Tommy John Surgery 7

bland vanilla percussions 6
small mouth bass 8

googling your 4th grade girlfriend 2
skinnydipping with your wife 5

banality 3
Jack Parr 9

a farcical tangle of events 6
the list of people who have played Bingo and lost 3

Never Never Land 6
permanent interim 5

before the invention of barbed wire 5
three potatoes ago 2

rollercoasters 7
drive thru McDonalds 1

crash cymbals 11
status symbols 0

broke & homeless 3
Standard & Poor’s 9

bunny ears 11
old jews 4

when all else fails 2
your mind’s umbrella 2

being celebrated by strangers 8
cleaning your toilet the next day 3

brown 1
magenta 7

rum and coke 6
milk of magnesia 2

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

lets just say . . .

June 2011 has been astonishing.
here's some pix that have nothing to do with that but I'm just filling in because that seems like too short of a post.
(fyi: most of these i didn't take...only kinetic and mini dog i shot)


meta graffiti

for you know who

about 3 lifetimes ago

kinetic close ups

how mythology has evolved

glasses and dogsitting

shadow of our moon

how the pros do it


how do they do that? op art 2011

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Recent Randomocity

Humanity is hereditary.

guy on Antiques Roadshow brings in an old purse and some sorta fossil. by the end:
Silk Purse - $180.00
Sows Ear - $22,000

experimental film a person could make:
3 Frames of the Condor

spreading god like peanut butter mayonaise

cartoon toothache

write a story you
would never write.

She always carried the threat of style.


crazy guy who sometimes when he's out with his friends he gets a little froggy and they have to put the elizabethian collar on him, like your sick dog wears. Only it's just a ruse to freak out strangers. the guy will be speaking quite eloquently one moment and the next he is growling and trying to get at something. something akin but not entirely to the guy who has a job down on the wharf - he sits in the drivers seat of his car with a full dog outfit on, the head sitting next to him in the front seat. He wears glasses and reads from War and Peace or The Brothers Karamozov, waiting for customers. The sign on his car reads "See The Crazy Dog". When the customer slides a dollar in the slot he sighs a big sigh (making a big show of being put out) puts a bookmark in his book, takes his glasses off and carefully places them in their case, puts his dog head on, checks himself in the mirror and then goes fucking nuts barking and jumping over the seats front to back trying to get at the customer. 30 seconds later he abruptly stops and goes through the same motions only now in reverse and goes back to his book.

he and her and their sexless fling.

guy explaining to another guy what god is.
He looks over us!
He made everything!
The guy is Amazed!! He's never heard about this man!

Double Feature: Deliverance & Cabin Boy


(In no particular order)
cut finger
broken heart
Mt. St. Helen
loss of loved one
heart surgery
your team lost
crack in the cosmic egg
bad haircut

The Jewish how ya doin' matrimonial sheet

a couple driving along Duluth on a gorgeous spring day...
HE: "This really is Beautiful here!"
SHE: "It's gotta be cold in the Winter."(Pause) "I wonder what the suicide rate is?"

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Former and present Chicago athletes that are also sentences.

Davey lopes.

Julius peppers.

Ernie banks.

Derrick rose.

(thanks to rick monaco for the ernie banks one)

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

in the field of depth, this would be your shallow end

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Match the Crime to the Face!

One of the local Chicago papers publishes the mugshots of recent arrestees, which to me seems wrong on a few different levels. I mean c'mon . ..innocent before guilty and all...but here they are in the paper for all the world to see. This doesn't even seem legal to me but here it is. It's fucked up.
But That Doesn't Mean We Can't Have Fun With It!
Does it?
See if you can match the face with the crime!

Here are the crimes listed:

1. animal cruelty
2. battery
3. cannabis delivery
4. illegal possession of a motor vehicle
5. criminal sexual abuse
6. hit & run
7. felony intimidation of a public official
8. improper lane usage

and here are the 8 faces

answers below. don't cheat.

How did you do? Let us know.

And P.S. the guy with the improper lane usage also had a DUI in there too. It's just that improper lane usage seemed funnier by itself.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Assumptions of the Young

OK I must be getting old. There, I said it. How do I know this at 9:30 on a Sunday morning? Because I just read an article online about how to choose your companions for Coachella.
In fact Coachella is so well known and renowned that they don't even mention who or what or where IS Coachella. I must KNOW that already so the writer just gets to the point of who you should go there with. But that's not the thrust of this post.
In fact the article was entitled

How To Choose Your Coachella Posse

See? right there. I've shared my life with various wonderful people at every stage but never had a posse. It was "just" a bunch of folks I loved and loved hanging out with. In my life a posse was in fact a group of angry and vengeful townfolk in black and white westerns who would hurriedly saddle up and go after the bad guys. Usually with one guy left behind who had some moral hesitations about the level of retribution his unwashed neighbors were showing toward the now track making miscreants. But I digress.
Anyway, I bit and googled Coachella. Of course it's a music festival. Taking place in Indio, California. (FYI: Countdown: 19 days)
I'm guessing Indio, California has had it's share of posse stories from back in the old west. It being a desert town resting between LA and the Arizona border. This I didn't need to google as I spent one night there many years ago. It wasn't the location I and my friends had planned on staying but a brokedown pickup truck made our decision for us. Our roadtrip started in Tempe, Arizona and was heading toward Los Angeles. Or was it the beach towns just below? I forget. This trip was fueled by all sorts of things not the least of which was half cocked youth. (This confirmed by the fact our vehicle of choice for the journey made it 2/3rds of the way to it's destination.) And when i say we were in the center of the desert I do mean it quite literally. When I asked the tow truck driver what town we were in he said quite deapan, "Desert Center". Yes there is a town called Desert Center and we found it.
Now remember this is 30 years ago so facts are blurry. Was the truck fixed that night or ? did we have two vehicles with us? Were we hitchhiking? it's vague now. But somehow we got to the nearest town that had a motel. Indio. The six of us?? this number too is vague.
We sent one guy in to get a room. The conversation probably like this:
one guy: "yeah i'd like a room"
them: "how many of you?"
one guy: "just me. yeah got stuck out here all alone. car broke down. yep, just me"
them: "OK that'll be 20 dollars."

About ten minutes after we all snuck into the room very surreptitiously, the knock on the door came. The motelkeeps were none too pleased with our little economically based maneuver. They didn't want the likes of us around their livelihood. We tried with the best argument we could muster...something akin to "C'mon". In short, the gig was up. We got our money back but ended up all stretched or scrunched up in various uncomfortable positions in a pickup truck, trying to sleep while most of the acts at Coachella this year weren't born yet.
I guess I did have a posse. I just thought they were a bunch of guys i knew and hung out with all the time.

Here's a picture of four of us still with the belief we were gonna be in L.A. in 3 hours.