Hello Everyone,

This Saturday August 5 is the art show and anniversary of my studio space, Eidolon. Here is the general info, come out if you can. I've included Michael Cianfrani's poster for the event. Email me if you have any questions.

Saturday - August 5, 2006, 7-10pm
eidolon art studio
7001 N. Glenwood
Chicago
773-381-5462
Redline El, Morse stop, exit north on Lunt, across from the Heartland Cafe


Angela Scalisi: Photography, mixed media and diabetic works of art
Tara Noftsier: Photography and acrylics/mixed media
Sarah Carson: Claywork, ceramics and pottery
Tory Ortschied: Lighting design
Kevin Kalom: Leatherwork; whips, crops
Michael Cianfrani: Screen printing, batik, and photography
Hilesh Patel: Painting, spray paint, watercolor, stencil; canvas, wood,
metal, paper & other objects

Live Music with Christine Cozza (guitar), Dave Boddiger (guitar), Bridget
Donegan (violin) and Sean Reidy (upright bass).

And of course, food and refreshments will be provided to keep everyone
pleasantly chill.

p.s. - yes, we have air conditioning
p.p.s. - yes, you should forward this to others

Charlie: My father often talked of things being revealed - that was true invention, he said. Revealing something's use, and magnifying it; discovering its imperfections, improving it, and putting it to work for you. God had left the world incomplete, he said, and it was man's job to understand how it worked, to tinker with it, and to finish it. I think that was why he hated missionaries so much - because they taught people to put up with their earthly burdens. For father, there were no burdens that couldn't be fitted with a set of wheels, or rudders, or a system of pulleys.


Except of course that Allie Fox, Charlie's dad went mad. I love the quote though.

I always post about this site.

But it's just another reminder that the world is so big and so small.

Unseen Al Gore Campaign video

I watch this and I think, god, I like this guy. He seems like a normal, decent human being. I can disagree with him or argue with him and it'd be alright. He wouldn't put me in a corner. All in all, I really miss this guy - miss him in daily public life. Cheers, Al.

I like this quote from Anthony Bourdain.

"Bad food is made without pride, by cooks who have no pride, and no love. Bad food is made by chefs who are indifferent, or who are trying to be everything to everybody, who are trying to please everyone ... Bad food is fake food ... food that shows fear and lack of confidence in people’s ability to discern or to make decisions about their lives. Food that’s too safe, too pasteurised, too healthy – it’s bad! There should be some risk, like unpasteurised cheese. Food is about rot, and decay, and fermentation….as much as it is also about freshness."

It's something you don't consciously think about on a daily basis, but if the things that you want in life...you know those things, some of them they exist on an abstract level while others are more tangible, if they aren't really wanted then it doesn't work. Is that too vague for you?

Success, money, happiness, peace. Ok, so those are a little general, a lot, and they are ideas but let's make it something more tangible. Think about it, let's say, an i-pod or heck, a piece of custard pie.

You have to really want these things.

You have to really want it. I guess its a new theme in this journal but really it's the same old theme in life. You look for a job...you got to want it or at least make yourself appear like you want it. Nothing comes to you of you don't want it. That's not some buddhist meditation on the nature of things. It's just the way it is.

The universe or whatever you want to call it knows when you are ready. For a large mass of potential nothingness and everythingness it's pretty patient. Are you ready, it asks. Are you really ready?

When you are, when you can want then things will come. You can build it but you have to want it otherwise it won't come. Otherwise it's frustratingly hollow, to borrow a phrase. It's pretty similar to artists who mistake ambiguity for profundity.

When things get dismal, I wallow and feel bad - it helps of your hands and feet go numb and you lose muscle control...helps the drama - I tell myself, "You're not a new leaf."

But behind it all I realize I just don't want it yet. I'm not ready. There are quite lovely people around me, the loveliest I think, poets, heartfelters, artists, thinkers, visceralators, running human beings who all look at me with that same look. Just like the universe. They all wait. Get up, boy, they say, Get the fuck up.

Everybody's moving. Everything is moving. Move. MOVE.