In the futile quest for the procurement of my legally binding document binding me for another $5K or so to my gilded Forester, I chanced upon, to my utter astonishment, the following:
1. Video of Motley Crue and a bio of a way-fledgling metal rocker named Jace, along with his portrait. In black leather, of course. I was to, some time ago, watch the enclosed video and then Jace was going to get back to me for doing a photo shoot with him, in the style of... you guess it... the Crue. NB to all smartypants/record store types and Germanophiles. I am fully aware of the umlaut situation of the band's name. However. Blogger does not recognize, allow for, such dots. Thank you for your attention in this troubling matter.
2. Broadsheet-sized pink sheet of paper, folded four times. On it is Bruce Nauman's sort of Yoko Ono-esque directional poem/piece entitled "Body Pressure." I quote: "Press very hard and concentrate." Concentrate indeed.
3. "Gold" initial pins of my deceased grandmother Victoria Plumsteel, taken from the lapels of one of her suits, by my namesaked Aunt outside of Houston, Texas.
4. A complete shitload more but also
5. The Action Sampler, published by the Lomographic Society. Still find it 4-up sort of interesting.

Time for more caffeine, more inspiration, more -no- -yes- merry procrastination before finishing the shiny happy mag piece.
More Love.

CentricS, who, as some, noted his epinwlessness, which I always thought perhaps a blessing rather than a chagrin, turned me on to this hotspot, this genius e-place that you must traverse to soon.
Over & Out.

Was severely ma'am'ed today.
A(n unhinged) guy working at the UPS store greeted me with an amped-up
HI MA'AM MELPEW.
There I was, minding my own art business, entering an overpriced national photo contest (via ASMP - which I thought to join for approximately half an hour until I noted what a rigamarole their application process is with requests for tearsheets, two org sponsors, and more) at $20 a shot/image/jpeg.
The last thing I needed was overzealous counter help.
Or a counter helper in need of a nic break, I noted a cigarette awaiting a breaker, balanced on the cash register.
First place. Digital camera. Show.
The counter guy yelled MA'AM a few more times and he had so not instilled my confidence that I could not entrust him with my envelope of entry goods.
Nuhnuh no, that's okay I'll mail it. Then I left and marched over to the mailbox ten feet away from UPS's door. MA'AM indeed.
Tomorrow is CEPA Gallery's dropoff for their member show and as I've missed all other Middling City gallery member gigs this, I feel in my bones, is the one to not be Yours Truily missed.
Back to the story overdue over at the shiny happy mag offices.
Overdue, overamped Love.