Archive for July, 2010

The Rain, The Wheel, and Questions of Identity

Posted in Culture, El Rancho, rancho cato with tags , , , , , , on July 27, 2010 by A.

2 pm 7.26.10

It’s pouring rain outside, it’s been raining all day. It’s been raining for a fucking week. Raining hard enough that I haven’t seen the rancho catos.  With flood warnings up I wonder if the water will bubble up though the manhole cover on 36th again. That was a fun night, Roommate Kim striped Boy-toy Ratboy naked, sent him out in rubber boots and blown up condoms tied at his elbows. In the middle of the street whahooing in the flood.  The neighbors across the street who were watching the cars get up over their hubs in water, cheered like mad. Fun times before it all went very bad. Jackie was there that night. She would love to see some of this rain on her chunk of North America. And if I could I’d move some of this to her.

As for me, I’m damp and grumpy. This is the start of a three week stay-cation. And it’s all rain. It reminds me of when I went to McCarthy two summers ago. I sat in the fucking rain for two weeks. Not doing much of any thing, drinking coffee with rum and Carolinas cream liquor. Here in town I just don’t feel like going any where.  I’d have to put on halibut gear. Biking in that stuff you just get sweaty wet before you get to your destination. Last night was another BBQ fail. Sorry guys, it was just too wet.

So I’m hanging out here at El Rancho. Still working on the spin things. Till my eyeballs start to bleed.

Who Are You?

Jackie has better access to her blog stats than I do. She can look at nation of origin, on hers. I know when a hit comes though a refer, but only get the IP when some one leaves a comment. The pic of the dog bite bruise on her thigh is very popular with men (assumed) from Saudi Arabia (which is for sure). Gross. And when ever I get a hit at the post of my own thigh bruise I know that’s it’s probably some sicko in Saudi. If I knew Arabic I would write over the picture. ” Sick lover of dogs, Allah sees what you do.”

The point of this is that I’ve been getting other weird hits. From a drug abuse site or sites. alcoholloveyourtreatment, and alcoholproblemo. My  personal favorite, melikedrugabuse.

Now I know some folks who could use some time in rehab. I’ve known people who went to rehab only to hab again later. Nothing too harsh. Alcohol being the most common drug of choice. But I know no one on the inside right now. Oh, what’s that? Rehab for me? No thanks. Rehab is for quitters and I’m not a quitter.

But, melikedrugabue,  I’d love to learn where and how you found me. Are you a doc type or a client type? Is my blog a lesson in how to fall down or get up? One on the long-term effects of my drug of choice? Or are you after a visual contact high? You might visit the Burroughs Project page. And I do have a number of brain paintings in this blog. May be a lesson in drug users who manage to have a productive life and still get high.

I suggest that you go to Jackie’s Memories of Re-eduction Camp.  When she got busted I told her that what she was going though had nothing to do with punishment or justice, it had to do with revenue for the State. It isn’t about re-education ether. A waste of her time and money. I think the first thing she did when done with this bullshit was to get good and high.

But hey, stick around you drug connected folks. Got some cool art and some comics that at least some my fellow Alaska’s think are pretty good. And a fan base of Doctor types and their drug abusing clients wouldn’t be all that bad.


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The Wheel and The Rain.

Posted in Art Projects, Culture, El Rancho, The Hood on July 20, 2010 by A.

Here’s a link to Ccirque’s site http://magcloud.com/browse/Search?q=cirque

(Almost) Dead Old Man Biking.

Posted in Bikes, The Hood with tags , , , on July 15, 2010 by A.

Going home, about 4ish. Off to Carrs for some fruit and tuna and….
I have to cross N. Lights, Minnesota, and N.Lights again getting there. I slide passed the Homeless camped out on the corner and cross N. Lights.  The heavy traffic of ‘Idiot Hour’ is here an hour early. I’m fully waiting for the light to change. Jumping the light right now is not a good idea. I cross Minnesota, and wait.

I watch this skinny old guy across N. Lights roll up to the intersection. Shit, he barely stops in time to keep from rolling into traffic. I don’t think he had the hand brakes figured out yet. His feet were heel down trying to stop.

The lights change to let cars turn from Minnesota on to N. Lights. They are on the old man’s right side. He doesn’t look or see them and rolls right out in to traffic.

I see one car behind him and one coming up in front. I can’t take it, and cover my eyes with my right hand. I heard a guy next to me “Look Out!” I’ll deal with whatever comes next, but I don’t want to see it happen.  And nothing. I uncover my eyes, and skinny old man is pulling up next to me. I yell because the traffic is loud. “Be careful!, they will hit you.” I look into his eyes, dear God, he’s drunk.

I ride on, I wonder if he’ll remember that he was almost old man dead.

Spin Things

Posted in Art Projects, Culture, The Hood with tags , , , , on July 14, 2010 by A.

Target construction

Posted in Art Projects, Culture, The Hood with tags , , , on July 11, 2010 by A.

Torsos, Target, Forelegs.

Posted in Art Projects, Bikes, Culture, The Hood with tags , , , , , , on July 8, 2010 by A.

Thinking

Posted in Art Projects, Culture with tags , , on July 3, 2010 by A.