knife knife

Copies of Wreck Four are almost done.



This is Steven with a large knife taped onto a larger knife.


We built this slotcar track. It's a bit bigger now.

"Le petit garçon que j'était

n'aime pas du tout ce qu'il a devenu."

I "got up" at the edge last week, here are some flicks Cliff sent me of the finished product. Thanks Cliff for lettin' me do it and Lazo for hookin up the projector.





So now I'm chillin with this bro for a few weeks while my mom's in vietnam. She's been raising chillun's for thirty years (seriously), so she's due for a vacation by now.


The best thing that happened on the first day of watching him was riding bikes to the movie store to rent a video game last night. He fell into a snow bank, stuck his tongue to his handlebars then ripped it off. I didn't notice the tongue thing 'till we got there and he didn't say anything. Then when we got there he told me, and i laughed. When I looked at him his mouth was all covered in blood. It looked like he had been mawing on a raw steak. I had to do the parental lick-a-hanky-and-rub-it-on-his-face thing. It was awesome!

So now its nine in the morning, I've already eaten breakfast, read my book, played video games, showered, drank a pot of tea and made a blog, and i'm fully awake. This rules. I'm sure the novelty'll wear off some time. But for now I'm super-psyched.

If you wanna call me, call 1-204-482-7473. If long distance is a problem i can call you in the evenings if you drop me a message.

sad kids

my life is a big lump of turd, and my phone is later'd so call me on the land line (204)482-7473 if you wanna talk. i guess you can still send me texties on my phone (204)801-0438 if you want.

bottoms:
employment insurance (or my lack thereof)
my phone
my phone bill
being fat
my outstanding rent/bill paments
my creative inepsy
the cold
my debts to people i love
my debts to institutions
my lack of music
my busted computer
breaking every piece of electronics ive ever owned

tops:
tacos
skateboarding
i used to have a pretty cool moustache


this is an image i took of a bullfight in quito, ecuador.
click it for the bigger version
"tortura, no es arte ni cultura"


this is a drawing




if someone wants to give me an art show, i wouldnt mind having something to look foreward to in my life. ive got a buttload of images im sittin on.

"whiskey river take my mind,

dont let her memory torture me."
-willie

tops:
willie nelson
my new fixie
late night rides, half in the bag, bustin hella skids
brisk walk broments
michael seiben
WRECK 4: the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe
being "over it"
DERRY
the post

bottoms:
nope, not today

if you wanna go for a bike ride, i know a guy who's got NOTHING goin on. you know the number.

"why don't we all go for a soda.

its better than slander, its better than lies"

back home, and missin my camera. if anyone wants to lend me a digital camera for a few months, i'd be psyched. but for now, i've got some images to share that are non digi-photo-based.

a couple images from down south i'm into:

anti-bullfighting protest poster


i found these seprately in iquitos, peru.


tops:
-marcie comin' home!
-jimbo
-sushi being a part of my life again
-gettin' a fixie on ol' blackie
-wooden ramps
-slash's to fakie on said ramps
-developin film in a halfway prompt manner
-the neuf!
-cyndi (lauper that is)
-public enemy
-this zine i got this mornin. it rules when people send 'zines instead of letters that say "heres a dollar, gimme a zine". pink crack was the hypest part of my day. its pretty much paintings, drawings and SHREDDING. thats my kinda 'zine


here are some 'roids from the night i left, a quarter of a year ago.

the strangler


shalynn


the neuf


bottoms:
-consequential livin'
-razor burn
-when you crack open an avacado and it tastes like the colour brown
-the grapevine
-dealin' with brakes in the winter

here are a few drawings i did on my trip that im psyched on





wreck 4 premiers on december 28th!
7pm at the park theater, five bucks


to anyone who i might've touched in a manner that made them feel uncomfortable on saturday night. i'm sorry, i'm a toucher, its just who i am.

wreck wreck wreck wreck

so the other day jamie and i got robbed. i actually had 85 cents in my pocket at the time so all i lost was my blogger. which sucks ballsacks 'cause now i walk around goint"ah bro, i wish i could blog that..." then james takes the photo and all the blog glory. whatever, either way, thats the reason i dont have any photos in this blog. but i do have two sweet parties to invite you to