I'm so sorry, little blog of mine. I'm afraid I have severely neglected you. If it makes you feel better, I haven't posted writing anywhere else since I haven't written anything new in a very long time which actually makes me quite sad. I will try to write more. If not for you but for my own good and for my own sanity and my own nagging creativity.

You Are My Sunshine

I don't think Blogger has an audio feature, so this is a link to me testing out my new microphone with the first verse of You Are My Sunshine.

Buy a God Damned Book Why Don't You

It was dreadfully dead in the store. The floors felt no feet, the books remained unbrowsed, and the poor girl at the register nearly died from the lack of stimulation. Sure there were a few mindless tasks for her to do, but she could feel each brain cell die of boredom. She heard each cell scream it's last breath before it's microscopic life was snuffed out. She was sure she saw the hand on the clock go backwards not just once and that time was actually slowing to a halt. Perhaps a crossword or sudoku from the free paper in front of her would keep her alive. There were no guarantees. So if in a few hours you find a corpse in a Janis Joplin shirt strewn behind the counter by the front door, you'll know she didn't make it. What a pity.

Duo Bowie

A drawing I did for the poster for my book club's February book, "Left Hand of Darkness" by Ursula K. LeGuin. Let's face it, Bowie is an androgynous alien.

An unfinished preview image of an animation I'm working on for hitRECord.org for Sundance 2010, which is in about 15 days. It's tissue paper and cardboard on top of a lightbox.

Puppet Test

Testing out my first paper puppet before attempting to construct a nicer one with better materials.

Rough Draft

I haven't been writing much, but I've been working on this. It's for an instillation at Sundance by hitRECord.org. This is nowhere near final, not final art or photography. It may not even be the whole story. I just threw this together to see if I could do it, if it would work.