we’ll miss you, lolie. :c
Monthly Archives: November 2006
i have a total of four pet projects during the year, one collaboration that is happily purring along (http://www.paulandkat.com) and three of which are under construction. i stopped in middle of the first two projects since they both involved a bit of experimentation and random stuff that i’ve never done/handled before. the first one involved masonite, acrylic, and neodymium magnets but i quickly replaced the magnets due to safety and budget reasons and have one prototype sitting on my carpet. the second project involved yellow spraypaint and 80’s nostalgia. i’ve been hesitant on doing the trimmings with acrylic because i can’t paint for sh t. i’ve been caught up over the weekend with the third project, which i’m planning to give out to a few friends as random gifts. i completed a prototype that gathers sunlight last night and i personally think is quite spiffy.
i’ve been wanting to post pictures, but until project completion… silence is where secrets go.
veins are awash with acetaminophen, caffeine and sugar, running through the length of cold fingertips. i can feel my brain swathe in a coating of numbness that makes me strangely aware of it’s presence, versus normal days of familiarity that make you forget what’s there.
when molecules invade your receptors, perceptions of the world is at their mercy. the world is bound to chemical alliances. the possibilities to stretch or cull patience, amplify pleasures, dull pain. artificial has no meaning when everything is real inside your mind. camera zooms out.
mouth gets dry.
heart is pounding.
the world is your stage.
the audience yours to be conquered.
i was thoroughly enjoying a sunday morning catnap and probably missed a good portion of the best of france and italy car show in van nuys. wanted to take more pictures, but the sun had already shifted across the sky when i arrived, and the tummy was not too happy about my cheap lunch that i inhaled in the car while driving. good stuff out there though, i was really glad i found out about this through an enthusiast i met at one of my clients for work. i wonder if i’ll ever make the plunge for a ’59?
it’s easy to get lost in the rhythm of routine, when the drawl of the week comes to an end with the long awaited friday nights, lazy sundays, and non-sensical dreams that can be afforded in between. moments can be counted in seconds, but weigh far more as a whole than in parts, so we tread carefully never to be lost in between what’s real and what’s not. or, perhaps, the real challenge of the weekend is to find yourself situated comfortably in between both.
the big ball of earth is fat and round, and our eyes can only see till the edge of the horizon. but the universe is never-ending and our dreams can have no limits within reason.