Early in the year of 2012, I found myself incapacitated by flu. This illness was quickly followed by strep throat. Within a few weeks after the strep episode, my knee yielded 60cc’s of fluid and after the removal of said fluid, my meniscus ripped in a couple places. Now I wait for surgery which is to take place on April 30. The point is — once this knee gets the attention it needs, it is time for me to get back on track. Deliver more...
First person to pierce the dim-witted exterior of my endeavor, a young man by the name of James Bridle — whose writing can be accessed in several places but for now, booktwo.org will do as a reference point. Not only does he write quite well (kudos to UK education, I suppose, or he could be a natural with technical superiority) but his information sends me in the correct direction. I’m not overwhelmed by geegaws and shiny internet...
In order to learn new technology, one must experiment and compose from within the new perimeters. In the spirit of ever-increasing e-book and online reading potential, it’s time for me to venture outside my comfort zone and try Kindle publishing. I’ve know how to create a .pdf since most of you were toddling around in spanky pants … the format was adopted in 1993 for crap’s sake. For my initial foray into this type of...
Isn’t it odd how in 2012 we can call someone a dear friend and have never met the person? We probably don’t even know what he/she looks like and yet, they are friends. Often this seems disingenuous, a group-speak continuum with an insincere motive. In my case, though, I don’t have time to waste on insincere moments or personalities. One dear friend unmet is John Tarkov. We’ve been chatting online for a few years, each...
The Spatula Center represents Assemblage artists and their utensils. Permanent installations only. You see, I lost my blog. Last year, Mental Kudzu went the way of many internet foibles and I am recreating it, bit by bit, via the WayBack Machine. Here’s a bit… there will be more. Friends and foe alike are asking the same question. Why go from writing to 3-D mixed media art? This question, more often than not, is accompanied by...
*This must have been around the middle of Season Two: Flannery came into the Center sporting a worried look and nasty black eye. “Don’t say a word, Farquart… and don’t laugh. Yes, yes… I was sleepwalking again. Fell off the fire escape right onto the hood of a 1974 Ford F-150 truck. Hurt like a sumbitch. Velma’s truck. Dented the hood like someone smacked a deer going 75 on the Interstate. Liked to break my arm. Doctor said to me, he...
“Velma, we used to have legs like that.” “I swan to goodness, Vivian, what century are you living in? Your varicose veins are roadmaps. I could drive to Chicago from LA by following the lines on the back of your right thigh.” “No, it’s the purple, you old fool. When we were in the Rockettes…” Fistula Abangali, sidewalk vendor, approaches the two old women. “Want to buy a leg? I give you good...
