~yajdahc~

eh?
i have no idea?

but... the coffee is good, the sun is shining, work is work, annnnd friday drinking, saturday WoW'ing, and sunday drawing-ness is soon approaching.

Thursday is that day where: (insert reply)

WTF?

OMG! so, J3 has been working at this little art store near our place for like 6mo or so, and crazy people come in and freak out all the time. So she finally decided that she doesn't need that (i agree) and so she wrote up her letter of resignation saying she will be quiting after the holidays (cause she's too nice like that).

So today (icing on the cake) this asshole that owns the restaraunt nextdoor (The Vermont off of Hollywood & Vermont) comes in and freaks out on her cause the artstore doesn't have what he needs! like verbally abuses her and makes her cry! then keeps at it in front of other costumers making them leave cause he's in such a rage. J3 is trying to stay calm, while crying and starting to have an asthma attack, but this guy won't let up!
so she's crying and trying to tell him that he's scaring her and to please leave the store or she'll call the police!
then this guy says he's going to report 'her' for slander, and that he's close personal friends with the police cheif and will get her arrested! wtf? what did she ever do to him???
... she even tried to call the cops and they said they couldn't help her!
911 said they couldn't help her! and to just try and calm down and talk to the person and straighten things out.
LA's Finest!

So, crying, humiliated, and severly asthmatic at this point -she quit her job as soon as the other employee (owner of the artstore) got back with their lunch, and good for her! Who if he's any kind of friend would have tried to say something or at least consoled her or gone next door to straighten things out!~

no one should have to take verbal abuse from anyone for 2day/week @low$/hour job that they just took for fun, especially when she doesnt even have to work!

GAHHHH!!!!
i've met this restraunt dude before
he's a complete and total asshole!
...and now i'm all 'big guy pissed off' and want to 'take care of things' but ZOMG! what the fuck! thats not what adults do!

This kind of shit shouldn't happen...

after talking to her on the phone and calming her down a bit i convinced her to go get some hot lunch in her, get the new sweater she's been liking in the store window down the street, and meet me at work for dinner and a movie.

*sigh

here's the info:
< copy/paste from www.awn.com newsletter >

Brothers Quay's The Piano Tuner Of Earthquakes Screening
Los Angeles, California, USA
Dec. 1-7, 2006
The Nuart is set to screen the Brothers Quay latest feature film, THE PIANO TUNER OF EARTHQUAKES.
The long-awaited film is told using a mixture of live action and stop-motion animation.

Malvina (Amira Casar), a beautiful opera singer, is abducted by the mysterious Dr. Droz (Gottfried John) and taken to his secluded villa. When an innocent piano tuner, Felisberto (Cesar Saracho), is summoned to service Droz's strange musical automatons, he slowly learns of the doctor's plans to stage a "diabolical opera" of Malvina's fate. Secretly conspiring to rescue her, Felisberto becomes trapped in the web of the doctor's perverse and surreal universe.

Showtimes will be dailyat 5:00, 7:30, 10:00; plus Sat & Sun: 12:00, 2:30.
The Nuart Theatre is located at 11272 Santa Monica Boulevard, Los Angeles.
For more information, visit www.LandmarkTheatres.com or www.zeitgeistfilms.com

...today i've giving thanks for fancy beers, my lil hottie, cattle dog full o scraps, amazing food with my lil creative family, stunning art where ever i look, and all of my friends irl and here on LJ!
You all rule!
i love you all so much!
~yaj

for no reason in particular... i love the quote i just came up with. it was inspired by the picture below.

"A wolf in sheep's clothing often gets fucked"



hahahahhah... i crack myself up when i drink a lotta redbull.

eherm... so ya, i love this cartoon i found today
Kiwi

i just read the quote
"If you argue correctly, you're never wrong."

...i'm like deer in the headlights when an argument comes up.
i'm so frigging Gir on the inside that i don't even notice when my outside, mainly my lips with sound, makes the wrongness... or 'if' it even is...
i often dream of chopping wood to vent frustration
yeah, like lumber
i've done it, i loved it, its gratifying
i'm all awake at 134am, mellow from some scotch, and craving snacks
*sigh

i've never felt so confidently centered and non-centered in my life. its like i know where i am, don't care where i've been, and don't think much about the future, other than taking care of everyone who's anyone to me. but i'm totally happy/confused/settled/in love with the now... wtf? & nice!

and then theres the other part of me that's running around like a crazyperson on the inside screaming "the sky is falling the sky is falling! Where? I dunno! but the sky is falling the sky is falling! ...well, why? cause it always has been!!!!!" ...but its not.

and i look at that self and shrug m'shoulders and think "odd little boy"

btw... i got a new cacti this weekend, but its soooooo beautifull. it was in my dreams last night when the bad parts came. its plump green-ness chased the demons away. I actually hugged it thismorning and it poked me as if saying "dude, i'm a cactus! ...but i love you too."
(i will post pictures soon'ish)

Civilization will not attain perfection until the last stone, from the last church, falls on the last priest.
- Emil Zola

half of my belly is filled with/made of noodles
thats the half of my belly that i love
that half can stay
i <3 you noodles
you make me happy...

when i eat you i feel like i'm on the beepop or champloo world
my eyes are giant stars and my mouth is wide with sparkles shooting out while i shovel in more noodles and excalim my satisfaction with thee

i watched a movie about bukowski tonight and the undertones/overtones *tones of his writing and his voice reading his writen words seem to have struck a chord in my wants/needs to write. i write a lot, "a lot". most of those 'lots' are put aside in little files or notebooks for either loss on an old harddrive or what i love to call the oops i washed another notebook; which btw makes them so much more charming if i do write so myself. when i write i enjoy choosing a voice to write in, a voice that i might of had or one that i've heard and i try to maintain that voice throughout the writ. but who knows wtf its for, or why i do it or what the hell?
its odd.
but one things i know is that i've experienced quite a bit in my life so far. strange, horrible, beautifull, wonderfull, alien, and mudane all the like... its so fucking wierd to think about it all. so odd and strange and yet so normal.
child, dreamer, scholar, athlete, slut, ranger, lover, alchaholic, all american, hater, writer, cartoonist, sergeant, animator, video game maker, drug abuser, drug advocate, cement layer, teacher, watcher, pyrimid scam-ee, psudo parent, raver, rockclimber, short order cook, stalk-ee, Director, painter, fanboy, time traveler, goth, hitchhiker, fighter, techhead, negotiator, boyscout, poor man, rich man, party promoter, responsible adult, carefree woodland hippie, verbally abused child, dancer, airborne jumper, office worker, Dj, slave, store manager, customer service rep, cheater, actor, skateboard/rollerblade repairer, company owner, husband, boyfriend, artist... and i'm sure so many many more things. but now i'm kinda numb. just kinda numb to it all. like when someone complains about mudane shit, i'm like ya man, that must be tough. and then i think about all the shit thats happened to me by my own hand or others. wtf is it with everything that makes me so fucking bitter? its not like i've had better times in my life... i've mostly had much much much fucking worse times.
why to i have to hate so much that its all so numb to me anymore? do i care? who knows... i sure don't. why do i even wake up in the morning? why do i accept that going to bed at night is going to be the precursor to horrible dreams? every fucking night. night after night i have the worst fucking dreams! its like all of the worst parts of my life, add bad descisions that i'd never ever make, with a twist of bizarr fucking shit........ then add things that have no pertinence to anything that i can lay a finger on and add panic. dire and deathrattling panic.
then i wake up.
rinse and repeate the most boring workdays ever in my life so far, but the most lucrative yet. and there ya go.
am i just crazy?
do i need medication? should i take it all away and never have to worry about the why or how come? or do i just deal with my shit and try and grow from it?
i often feel like i've spent this life living many lives, trying on hats and pants and walking miles and miles in so many different shoes...
i just wanna sleep restfully
not like death, just some rest
~restlessly mine
~~me

Happy Samhain Kiddies...
http://www.mythinglinks.org/Samhain.html

this is my costume...


Listening to www.soma.fm tuned into DOOMED!!!

MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAA....

ok, so i'm gonna raid tonight and hand out candy... i rule!
ARRR!!! robot skull ARRR!!! robot skull miao!! ARRR!!! robot skull ARRR!!! robot skull
skull skull skull skull skull skull skull skull skull skull skull skull skull

anyone wanna go to this when it shows in LA?
http://www.zeitgeistfilms.com/playdates.php?directoryname=pianotunerofearthquakes

finally to a point where the shape of my ear is effected by the size of the plug... makes me happy!
:)

Ding!
so i took a bit longer than i thought, but i got my new plugs safely and easily into my lobes.
they just slipped right in
...awesome...
now i just need to figure out what kinda wood they are
its like a deep red wood, no finish, and they smell a bit smokey when their wet...
maybe red oak cause its a familiar smell
i dunno... they feel great though
maybe its all in my head, but i feel like i can sense their energy.
its really calming when i take notice
getting to 3/4 inch has been a small goal of mine for years now
its nothing life changing, but its definitly a warm fuzzy feeling
...and i wanted to share that with ya...

~yaj
(i'll take pictures this weekend)
...now its time to get friday overwith and hope it doesn't leak into the weekend

so... the weekend.
i had a long long long long long weekend that was over in like a minute.
First was friday night of watching sci-fi and drinking fancy beers, then after jennifer retired for the evening i got online and played world of warcraft til the wee hours of the morning. i'm sucha sucker for staying up all night playing video games. tv will put me right to sleep, and clubbing is no fun anymore -i'm picky about music after living in chicago for so many years and having awesome Dj's for friends. i'd love to go dancing a lot, but with the clubs just playing bad booty music and jennifer not liking crowds my dancing til i pass out ended a bit ago... meh.
lessee... Saturrrdddaaayyyy was filled with brunch with friends, painting all day, then going to an art opening where jennifer was part of a group show. there were some decent dj's there (see how wishywashy i am?) and a horrible band. the dj's were spinning some really nice Dub/Downtempo House/numbient... AND the art was awesome. I even got to talk about painting and stuff with some artists that i've really been wanting to bump into. End the night with some cold pizza and the new episodes or Dr Who... then zzzzz.
Sunday! Happy Aniversary Brunch followed by drawing some Burlesque chickies and sipping on silver patron and lime... mmmmm... i even got to meet and draw next to audrey kawasaki (awesome). she and her pal were super cool to meet. The girlie that threw the class even had cupcakes... i love cupcakes!!!
Dinner was goulash from the soup kami on melrose strip... and the curtains close for the rest of the weekend... ooh lalah...
;)
now its monday near the end and i'm all like mannnnnn did i accomplish anything today? yeah, i did... but still doesn't ever feel like it.

i'm pretty sure that this weekend i will get my new wooden plugs into my ears. i'm pretty excited cause this size is one that i got to slowly over many years and my lobes are still nice and plump and undamaged. recently i've been using teflon tape on my blown glass 9/16 plugs and i'm out past the flair with no resistance, just a few more wraps of tape every other day or so for the last couple of weeks. such hard to beleive easy stretching...
i cant wait for new organics again... you can totally feel the energy and i've been missing that.

the last organics i wore were buffalo horn hand carved from a buffalo that lived free and was found dead of old age (so i was told), and the energy from those was amazing.

this time i've got some plugs carved from a deep red wood that i cannot pronounc or remember but the color and grain reminds me of my childhood playing with teak idols that my grandfather was given when he was in ww2 china helping people evacuate as communism was setting in.

having wood as part of my body and my energy is a welcome thought indeed.

i can't remember my dreams but they were pretty bad. man i hate that... there will more than likely be little bits of dream that dribble out into my mind during the day that will make me *sigh. those parts were usually the strongest parts of the dreamness. maybe another creepy painting idea will come of it. i don't make those paintings... maybe i should. but with a stupid comical twist and added whacky elements.

my pal john is waiting for his baby boy to be born... i don't know why i think that's cool. normally i'm all like 'babies suck' ~but his sounds cool. we got him a bunch of coolio rocker/artsi babystuffs. Bruce Lee and Einstein t-shirts, a onsee that said 'louder than black sabbath'... and various other items that rawk. ...strange.

my pal jeffwood reminded me (in a beautiful posts on tribe.com about his trip to burning man.) that creativity can heal and make you happy, and that he had been missing that aspect for a while. i think my creative spirit has been on a partial vacation as well. i've been using mine as a tool to make an income and not making enough personal creativeness time. gotta remedy that one eh?

i use to go to this neato meditation thingy before figure drawing classes on sundays (backintheday) and after the sitting then the drawing i was soooooo stoney for the rest of the day... totally chill and artminded.

i kinda miss that. mr sketchy's art class that starts on our 4 year anniversary day will be such a treat i hope...

The Shep 'Rise Above' show was amazing!!
i got in around 8:30 and barely made a couple of laps, and was 1 person behind the last sold print that i wanted, before i felt the pressure of hundreds of bodys and had to squeeze my way back outside... and utter an 'omg' at the line i just missed. wow.
His pieces 'in person' always evoke such a deeper response when you see the layers of news clippings, photos, and background stories, among a few of the items behind the main images.
With pieces like the "I'll kick your ass -And get away with it", and the ghost images behind his Mural piece in the back keeping my attention i'll definitly be revisiting my photos over and over.

Ever since my wayback artkid days in chicago shep has been a strong voice with his craft. You'd be stuck waiting on a frozen el platform huddling for warmth on your way to work for 'the man', and then notice a new giant andre, and crack a smile... or the time that the local coffee shop got bought out by starbucks and opening day was quite interesting...

its very cool to see his development.
i just hope some of the LA scenesters that have been showing up in gaggles to the hot openings got some of the messages presented in this week's shows; and bought more than just drinks.
Great show!

(pictures to be posted soon)
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Pick of the Harvest 3 -show

Stunning!!!
ok... so i'm a little late to this show. But i got the chance to check it out for the Art Crawl!
:)
first off... its such a great space and within walking distance! (yes i live in a bubble)
All of the art was so good!
i don't think i'd be able to say enough great stuff about the works there since there were so many and they were all spectacular. but of course there was a breathtaking entrance and the inspiration from oggling close up at such great technique displayed at the show.

i don't think there was a piece in there i wouldn't have bought if i hadn't already spent my cash on gumballs, comic books, and a williamsburge unbleached titanium.

(Pictures to be posted soon)

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Banksy show...

i wanted to go to this and be all like OMG! that is sooo cool! i love banksy's work, i love what he says he stands for, i always love to see his art all over town! but... i have to say i didn't like seeing the pictures of and hearing about the poor elephant that was there.

Now maybe the elephant was just fine, and maybe it had a spectacular time and was healthy and well treated, but come on... spraypaint on an animal that has no choice in the matter? And with the reaction that it got from the city of LA? did he think it would just be fine to paint an elephant in an activist rich environment? i hope he doesn't ruin renegade shows for other artists. i really really wanted to see his work in person but, right or wrong -safe or not safe, i just personally could not promote that...

~yaj