Maddog Rants again. A classic story from a few years ago.

View of the new Farm. Weed Pulling Meditation Center will be operating soon.

Click on image for larger version.

Eagles are Awesome!

Watch this, then meditate...

There is so much I could say about this video that I won't. Maybe later. Just watch it first.

Chicken ala King

Chicken ala King, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

what

Under Destruction...





I changed the template and chopped the right side off of half my pictures.

TESTING NEW TECHNOLGY...

BEAR WITH ME...



This is a project started for the Showdown in Chinatown 24hr film contest. The theme was love. The props to be used were bubblegum and wine. We never got to the props.

Short film on Me-U , the most banned performance artist in Chinatown, riffing on the theme.

Digital Chicken

Chicken Totem 2, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Hawai'ian Print

Hawai'ian Print, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Eye Candy Man.

I write words. I take photos.

I find it difficult to join the two. Words can run deeper than the image and the image can be wider than the words.

Pictures from my life, what I see, they can't say.
I could write for ever about one image and never capture it in words.

A Paradox walk into a bar...

Burn

Burn, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Bass Nectar @ Eli's Bash

Bass Nectar @ Eli's Bash, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Party

Fire Face

Fire Face, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Flleting, a flicker of a flame holds a shape for a frame to to hold it for more than that.

Tino

Tino, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Consistancy

Pants, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Hello.

I don't know how to make web adresses itno hyperlinks on this blog with a Mac.

Something to do: http://www.thecleverest.com/content/attractors.html?

Cut and Paste. Web crafts.

Mantis, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

First I find a photograph, then I find a title, then I write stuff.

Infrequently. Recently.

I think about my life sometimes and I consider writing it down. Sometimes I go furthur and consider how I would write it down, I consider how honest I'm willing to be. Can I talk about this situation in a way that conveys my experience of an interaction without impuning another that helped to make the happening noteworthy?

"If you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all."

I have something nice to say. I also have things to say that can't be considered nice, save in the maner of their presentation.

Can I really Dicern without Judgement? It that what I do? Or is it still a prayer I say by way of self deception?

Honesty in a non-offensive way.
I think that can be called Grace.

I guess I could write about my reluctance to write about specific situations, ones that I feel strongly enough about to want to preserve them somehow in word or memory. But then it's like poetry, or chemestry, like some obtuse word geometry that acts as a skeleton that you must flesh out with your own I.D. Id. Requires interactivity and not just receptivity. Investment of your time and interest can yield oracular returns that compound over time as a relationship.

J.R. "Dog" Dobbs

Dobbs, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

@ Two Months

Proto Pipe

Proto Pipe, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

My friend Doug has one of these. I always admired it. I love the feel and look of brass. The bottom pops out for easy cleaning, with the poker which locks in the middle tube that holds the stash, andalso cleans the smoking chamber. The lid slides to a tight fit to prevent spilling and/or odor. Well made thing give me great pleasure.

Yep

Porn2, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Year is winding down and speeding up at the same time for me. Feeling a need to process, clean up, organize, administrate, prioritize, and find an excuse to use the word flummoxed.

But I'm not feeling confused, or perplexed. Feeling more whelmed on the verge of over. Last week I was wondering if I would ever write again. All the time that I could or would use for writing has been spent making videos. I'm hooked on candy graphics, giving myself a crash course in editing on iMovie. The graphics are designed to be played on the big screen at shows and clubs. Though I am editing them in time with certain songs, they are meant to be good with anything that has a beat. I have been kaliedescoping moving images with natural undulations, mainly Water, Fire, and Porno.

At the moment I'm converting a video to fit YouTube, Listing to KCRW on line, blogging this thing, updating my Flickr site to upload a picture of my new smoking device to post above this entry. Transfering files to my external hard drive. I'm also doing laundry and periodically snaping at J.R. "Dog" Dobbs for biting my ankles.

I have to do last springs cleaning, LOADS of laundry, move a nursery, finish a landscaping job, shop for my daughters birthday, work out a business agreement between a non-profit group and myself, negotiate a ten year lease on the new nursery/"office", maintain the half acre around my house, write up a business proposal for my interactive entertainment concept, write up an estimate for what it will take to set up my new farming operation to supply the new Whole Foods coming to town, edit the pilot for the Dark Night show, Start planning the TV shows for January, train a puppy, etc.

I'll feel better when I prioritize all that stuff so I don't spin out about where to spend my energy at any givin moment.

I'll have to put that on the list.












Ga

Defered Maintenance

Odd Thing, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Coasting Down from an ostensibly objective perspective.

Where to start, the hardest part. Defered Maintenace forms in my mind in bold print. I'm having a hard time seeing beyond it.

Piled high these things not done. I scale the pile of what to do's and take a gander at the higher perspective and see what all this defered maintenace is part of. At this vantage I see the Big Idea in relation to the things Not Done in relation to It and I do have to pause to appreciate the process of the gig I have that has me. Things, projects, endeavors, relationships all intertwined and in need of maintenance. Feed the puppies so they grow into big dogs not so in need of the constant nurturing necesary in the early stages of development.

"There are two kinds of people in this world: Those that suffer from a lack of life, and thise that suffer from an over abundance of life." -old dude in a bar : Waking Life

I'm understanding this quote better now.

Wakikng Life lied to Me

00000, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Note: I CAN adjust lighting levels in my dream.



I was shooting a movie. I was on the beach trying to get people to participate. I wanted to shoot a scene where there was a long line of people walking into the ocean. The idea was that they were following the dolphins lead: as the story goes, the dolphins were land mamals long ago, that decided to return to the sea.

I woke up and was looking in the fridge for something to eat, I was putting something togeather, and put it all in a tupperware container. then, a moment later, I opened up the container and there was a graesy mexican dish, and the puppy was in there. He was all greasy. I started to wash him in the sink. There were people around, people like I grew up with, disconnected dogmatic religeous types. I started asking them who put my puppy in the tupperware. They acted like I was freaking out over nothing. I thought to myself that I might be dreaming, so I tried to flick the lights on and off. They worked. So I was bummed that this was really hapening.

I found myself in a vehicle driving down the road as a passenger with a few others. I saw a little boy on a motorcycle collide head on with a car, and he went flying. No one else saw what I saw, and no one else stopped. I told the driver to pull over and ran back to investigate. I ran into a building that was where the road had been prviously and there was a big haired lady talking with someone. The others were talking to her about the boy, and it was hers appearantly. They all seemed relieved that he died in an accident. I ran past them to the boy, who was lying face down. He was tiny, maybe eight inches long, pale, amd naked like an alien. No one seemed to care. I thought that they might be right, that he was better off dead, but I couldn't help feel compassion for this little thing. I didn't know what to do.

I found myself in a vehicle again talking with an older woman. She looked at me and asked me a question. When I answered my eyes began to well up. She pushed furthur with more questions and the tears began to flow. She told me I was suffering from a lack of love, human contact. Everyone around was so inulated in themselves. As was I. Alone with all these people. The tears just flowed.

So, I was dreaming...Or am I?

DarkMambo

DarkMambo, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Greetings...

Ok

The Malcomitas (sp?) are slated for the next show on the 19th. For the sake of the audience I will ask them not to ask me to dance during their performance. Thank me now, or thank me later...

Stay Tuned...