You know the two old guys in the balcony on the Muppets? That's me and my friends going to a modern techno party.

That said, I still love a good speaker stack. If you haven't ever sat there in front of a stack of speakers where it's all lower than 800 HZ until it's well over your head, preferably by 2 or more feet- go do it sometime. I remember this one thing up in the D- I think it was a Cerwin Vega system- where you could actually see the waves of the bass distorting the smoke in the air during the sound check. Nowadays it's gotta be that Avalon stuff that EAW makes. Someday I'll build a home theatre system with that stuff.

Printing out some of Shandi's artwork for the next Art Sanctuary show. Got school tomorrow. I'm into June 05 bookkeeping. Sean has already moved into his new office and painted the wall:



Time to style this place up a little bit. In another month or two, we won't even have time to think about it. Come to think about it, I should get a real desk.

Art form in the medium future (not far, not near) - ecological vandalism of old, poisoned industrial sites. Artists with skills in biology, ecosystems, gene hacking, & a neoluddite inspiration will build small guerilla miniecosystems to leach out poisons and embarass corporate property owners.

Example - brownfield by a plastics factory, near a town that had to be cleared out because of the cancer cluster. long abandoned and tastefully camouflaged. low profile, uninhabited. first the trees start coming up, leaching out nasty chemicals and storing them in brightly colored wood. "daddy, why are those trees over there glowing neon orange?"

engineered fish that looooove to eat other fish full of dioxin. (hopefully they can actually break it down)

geneered vandalism. someday, we will look back at our early postindustrial period, and shake our heads not only at the long vanished species that we wiped out, but at the crazy new ones enthusiastic splicers let slip out of the lab.

guess it's time to go be social tonight.

It occurs to me that I could have freaked some friends out with that .09 cents thing. Note that I used the phrase "available balance" - I just was running close on what had cleared and what hadn't. I am used to riding this line very carefully. It feels like, oh, I dunno- extreme sports accounting. My brother pointed out that it could scare people who took it the wrong way.

I live frugally, in a $300 a month one room efficiency between three bars. But I used to be able to sleep inside a bass bin speaker so no biggie. My needs are simple. I feel like I have more than enough to be happy as a single human being.

Ok... nothing more to report. Going to go see Cadence and Jadin and Asana, my highly evolved goddaughters.

The surreal adventure of college life continues. Doing two classes, easy fun stuff, had to lay off the 4 class/full day Tuesday Thursday plan. The shop may be calm now, but it's going to go crazy once Spring hits. After one or two classes this summer or fall, I will have my choice of 15 hours of literally anything to graduate. Hilarious.

We are painting the shop. Slapped up a bunch of white in the printing room already, now moving to the massively scuffed up office area. Built a wall to give Sean Griffin his own office as our artist in residence- and to protect him from the repetitive 80's madonna/goth crusade that our sign division frequently engages in. He's considering additional eggshell sound dampening measures.

Most recent horrid sequel: transporter 2. No amount of scantily clad psychotic supermodel automatic pistol action can save you from Hollywood bullshit.

Random Battlestar Galactica aside: so where did Baltar stash the beat up cylon?

Still not decisive about the beard. It certainly cuts down on shaving time, but people think I'm some angry revolutionary, when I'm actually a rather happy revolutionary.

What I really should be doing right now is more accounting entries into Quickbooks. So I guess I'll head back to that. I'd rather get punched in the throat. But the American Dream apparently involves a great deal of accounting, and as the radio guy on Grand Theft Auto says, it's better than digging ditches in Kuala Lumpur.

Hmmm. Have to find the time (and a system, since I gave my gamecube to my godsons) to play the rest of those.

It's a golden age out there. Savor it.

$.09 available in the bank. Time to go shake some people's trees and get paid.

The Rodney Dangerfield "Back to School" episodes continue. Suddenly I find I have to take 10 classes to get a degree from U of L, when I only need 4 to meet the requirements to graduate. I could go back to UK, but 9 more classes in town vs 4 in Lexington almost sounds like a good deal. To be honest, my accounting skills could use a little honing. But this semester looks like: history of the middle east since 1453, world civ 2, and one of the two philosophy courses I need for the degree. The question is- do I take the really cool "Social Philosophy of Individual Responsibility" thing, which involves real reading and some grind, and takes me out of the Tuesday Systema class, or the Modern philosophy seminar?

It's actually the systema thing that's the dealbreaker. That stuff is doing me some serious good, physically and mentally. The same relaxation of fear-responses in physical fighting translate directly into responses to stress in business crunch times. IE, breathe through it, relax, move.

Then again, the Individual Responsibility thing is the guy's specialty, gets all into corporate responsibility, the freedom of the individual and the nature of group associations and our responsbility to them. The "only following orders" problem. When does the bureaucrat bend the rules they know to be unjust? Interesting stuff. And being in effect a corporate citizen now, I know it's not as simple as greedy evil corporations oppressing the people.

So for now I'll be in 4 classes, and figure out what to drop later. Note to self: do not overload. It's a weakness of mine.

Resolutions:
maintain. (school, shop, physiological balance)
seek out new human social activities.

These are doable.

Just finished by virtue of exhaustion the multi-Haws + Chris Rachel (Chaz's wife) Civilization 4 marathon. I was about to get punished on 2 or 3 sides, and was working as quickly as I could to get tanks, but it was gonna be a near miss.

It was so very good to have my other brother Asa in town. He lives in LA and gets back about once a year so far, and even though time seems to be accelerating, it's not often enough.

Anyway, the shop is closed for the shipping/federal holiday on the 2nd of January 2006, so I can sleep in.

Good night