The Joker?

I was watching the 1986 film "Crawlspace" starring Klaus Kinski earlier this week and I've come to realize where the inspiration for "The Joker" came from, just watch the youtube clip than make up your mind.

Sleep

Sun rise
Coffee, cream and sugar
A morning giving no surrender
Go back to bed!
Asleep all day for years
Nothing else but
Hiding from forlorn fears
Is the sun still out?
Put it away!
I don't even want to start this day

We go down for the sake of going under

My all time favorite record album

Sammy Davis, Jr. live at the Cocoanut Grove

I've never been able to find this album anywhere else aside from in my meager little record collection. I can never remember where I found it, a garage sale, thrift shop, record store. I haven't a clue, I've had it for years. It's all scratched up, it pops, it clicks and the odd hiss. But oh man! this album! Songs by Cole Porter and little numbers from West Side Story, bongo jams and impressions? what could be better? And all by a Back Jewish guy that hungout with Sinatra and Dean Martin. Perhaps someday when your over and the room is smokey, its the middle of the night you can remind me and we will play play this album into the morning.

MILES MILES MILES MILES MILES MILES MILES MILES
MILES MILES MILES MILES MILES MILES MILES MILES
MILES MILES MILES MILES MILES MILES MILES MILES
MILES MILES MILES MILES MILES MILES MILES MILES
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I don't take action until its too late, This is the one thing I cant stand about myself.

Once I was a Beatnik

Starman!

Ground control to major Tom, come in ground control!
A cloudy day, a Courtenay day. A day of thrifting, wandering and lingering. Three things I love to do. At the thrift shop on 6th street I found a star man jello mold, or is it a cake pan? I was thinking maybe an ice cube tray, I could stand it up as an ice sculpture for an Out of this world themed party!

WHAT ABOUT OUR SNAPS!

Laa da daaa

No ends

To dead ends
Wrong choice
Right choice
Hey! how about no choice?
Leave me alone
I want you
You want me?
You CANT want me!
Leave me be
Let me free
Oranges and Tea?
Who are we?
Who are we trying to be?

A bag of Gonzoes from Value Village, yes please!
My favorite is the one lacking eyes in the front row.

The boat without a name

I bought a boat last summer in hopes of water skiing and other nautical adventures through august. I started to work on it and got it half finished when I detached my Retina. Last night I had a dream of the boat speeding around on a lake. it has no name, I don't know what to call it yet. When I woke up from the dream I realized it was still only half finished in the back yard.



The Boat When I first got it.



After the paint job.

Helsinki

I've never been there have you? Do you want to go? Of course I know its Finland, I've never really thought of going to Finland either. I don't think it will be that cold, I thought you liked the cold anyway. It doesn't matter where we go, I just want to go with you. I loved you too. You think I over thought everything. I did over think a lot, I wont lie to you but I know what I felt. Thats fine. I'll go alone.

No music

The last groove of a record

A tick on every rotation
No music, just a beat
The lonely heart
Every rotation
A beat without music

Oh you'd hate to play a girl!

What? can it be? Cadence Weapon, Dan Bejar and Final Fantasy all playing Destroyer?



More fun? Dan Bejar playing the orange!

Once I was a ninja

Another day, another...

I sell my soul
One table at a time
Like a beggar
I search for spare change
Amongst dirty dishes
And greasy napkins

Do you want to spend the night with me?

You can tell me how bad I snore. Do I talk in my sleep?

Bungee cord, Simpsons and a summer of blindness...

You know those bungee cords, the ones you use for exercising?

Apparently putting one handle over your foot and pulling the other side toward your face isn't a great idea. One early summers afternoon on the couch, feet up watching the Simpsons feeling good after a few stretches its just what I decided to do. A quick snap and a sharp pain leading up to a detatched retina and a summer of blindness. If anything I got some bad ass photos out of an awful

season.



Does this bring me one step closer to Bowie?

Combing My Hair In A Brand New Style

Oh the curses I live with, pale skin, the inability to get a tan! freckles and curly locks of ginger hair, when it comes to the genetic lottery I've all but lost. From birth until the age of 16 I never combed nor brushed my hair, not quite full enough to be a fro it was just a mess. A week with my dutch grandfather changed all that. Brylcream and a pocket comb were Sunday mornings weapons of choice, an ironed shirt and the pre-church lesson that has stuck with me until this day. How a man should wear his hair. Now that I'm older that lesson has become all but instinctual. Though to contend with the curls I've adapted the vintage Micheal Caine.

Roscoe

Alex decided one day that we should go into the mountains to explore, we found a great cabin.


Inside the cabin was a notebook, people that had visited the cabin left their mark.


The drive into the mountains.



Candles and books, edible fauna and mushroom identification along with a few readers digest condensed story books.


The crooked roof reminds me of Serge Gainsbourg's nose....

Have I told you lately that I love you?

With an absence of Facebook, I've lost contact with a lot of people. It's not that I have anything against Facebook, I just found myself spending so much time doing nothing but looking at screen. Lacking in true human contact and taking the virtual to end my self inflicted solitude was no substitution. When it comes to be three thirty in the morning no ones on Facebook chat and I'm lurking others photo albums and profile comments I realized I had a problem, I'd have to cut myself free, give up this addiction.
Now that I've been free for a month I've decided to start a blog, without the social networking aspect yet still a place to share and for old friends to find contact.