If you have been following the news, a woman recently traveled carrying her personal battery powered phallus in her luggage. A TSA agent inspected her luggage and on the inspection notice left in her bag wrote, "Get your freak on girl." The passenger turned out to be a blogger and a lawyer.
I know that the busiest flying day of the year is coming up. It would be an interesting conceptual art piece if every flier on that day carried their own personal battery powered phallus in the luggage, their carry on bags, their pockets; if they wrote on it, "Get your freak on, TSA." If personal battery powered phallus' were piled up at airport security check points through out the USA. Art for Freedom's sake.
Who'd a thought the TSA has it's own blog?
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Inspiration in the Strangest Things
It has been a long dry spell. Since my mom died in late July, I have not been too inspired to make art. But sometimes you find inspiration in the strangest things. I read a headline about a woman being beaten by a frozen armadillo. I immediately envisioned my next painting. The working title is, "Awaiting the Secret Service."
While I was in Oklahoma for my mom's funeral, I learned Casa Vieja was having to close. They were major supporters of my art. I had just completed a series entitled, "Places of Corrales" to go with my earlier series, "Faces of Corrales." Now, I have no where to hang them. I miss Casa, the food, the bar, the friends. John, we need to meet for a beer.
When I was 13, my uncle let me use his Remington pump 22 to shoot jackrabbits and armadillos. His only instruction was not to hit any cows. I wish I had that 22 rifle, it was a fine weapon. Maybe if I sell a painting or two, I can buy me a new one. I recently looked at a new one, beautiful. Armadillos were filthy animals. Their ears were filled with all manor of entomology. Never ate armadillo, though like most rodent food, I hear it tastes like chicken. I can't imagine being beat by a frozen one or choosing one as a weapon. Death by Dasypodidae.
I read this morning that the First Lady is pissed at Paula Dean, queen of the fried Snickers bar. Apparently she dished the dirt on the First Food Nazi, spilling the beans as it were about FLOTUS' love of wings, ribs and all things fried, and her pigging out during commercials during taping of FFN's recent visit to Paula's set. Fear is this will hurt sales of "American Made," FLOTUS' book on the White House Garden and her secret life as a healthy person. I hope Paula stirs the pot here, I'd love to see a good cat fight, or in this instance a good food fight. I think Paula can take her. Long live freedom of food!
I was saddened by the death of Steve Jobs. I bought one of the first Macintoshes in 1984. Paid $2000 for it. I realized the world was about to change. (if only I had bought stock) I have been an Apple lover ever since. In the end, he too, like all of us will have to face the great Programmer in the Sky. Life has no on/off switch, only a reboot. Something only Windows' users understand.
Winter is upon us. Fireplaces are cleaned. Firewood stacked. Pellets in. Horse tank heaters and heat tape will be in by tonight. Ordered my winter bicycle apparel. Winter sweaters ordered. I still need to pull out my flannel jeans and long sleeve T's. My wife will want to buy her new horses blankets. Hun, don't read that last sentence, didn't want to give you any ideas.
I read about the Occupy movement and the Arab Spring with some consternation. I fear neither will result in freedom and individual liberty. The history of governments is tyranny. The American Experience has been so unique in world history. I fear we fail to see that. I fear my children will not know it.
As Gene Autry put it, "I'm back in the saddle again."
While I was in Oklahoma for my mom's funeral, I learned Casa Vieja was having to close. They were major supporters of my art. I had just completed a series entitled, "Places of Corrales" to go with my earlier series, "Faces of Corrales." Now, I have no where to hang them. I miss Casa, the food, the bar, the friends. John, we need to meet for a beer.
When I was 13, my uncle let me use his Remington pump 22 to shoot jackrabbits and armadillos. His only instruction was not to hit any cows. I wish I had that 22 rifle, it was a fine weapon. Maybe if I sell a painting or two, I can buy me a new one. I recently looked at a new one, beautiful. Armadillos were filthy animals. Their ears were filled with all manor of entomology. Never ate armadillo, though like most rodent food, I hear it tastes like chicken. I can't imagine being beat by a frozen one or choosing one as a weapon. Death by Dasypodidae.
I read this morning that the First Lady is pissed at Paula Dean, queen of the fried Snickers bar. Apparently she dished the dirt on the First Food Nazi, spilling the beans as it were about FLOTUS' love of wings, ribs and all things fried, and her pigging out during commercials during taping of FFN's recent visit to Paula's set. Fear is this will hurt sales of "American Made," FLOTUS' book on the White House Garden and her secret life as a healthy person. I hope Paula stirs the pot here, I'd love to see a good cat fight, or in this instance a good food fight. I think Paula can take her. Long live freedom of food!
I was saddened by the death of Steve Jobs. I bought one of the first Macintoshes in 1984. Paid $2000 for it. I realized the world was about to change. (if only I had bought stock) I have been an Apple lover ever since. In the end, he too, like all of us will have to face the great Programmer in the Sky. Life has no on/off switch, only a reboot. Something only Windows' users understand.
Winter is upon us. Fireplaces are cleaned. Firewood stacked. Pellets in. Horse tank heaters and heat tape will be in by tonight. Ordered my winter bicycle apparel. Winter sweaters ordered. I still need to pull out my flannel jeans and long sleeve T's. My wife will want to buy her new horses blankets. Hun, don't read that last sentence, didn't want to give you any ideas.
I read about the Occupy movement and the Arab Spring with some consternation. I fear neither will result in freedom and individual liberty. The history of governments is tyranny. The American Experience has been so unique in world history. I fear we fail to see that. I fear my children will not know it.
As Gene Autry put it, "I'm back in the saddle again."
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