I apologize for offending anyone out there.  However, it is x-mas time and the Jew is bored.  So A and I did some mad libs:

Dear Sweetheart,
I lay awake all jesustime thinking of you, your warthoggy smile, and our tryst in the bolivias butt.   How Bonely, I recall our meeting, how my heart banged with blueballsidly when I first saw you.  How sandpappery you looked in that blister red fun factory bandito dildo and those two chaiffed jockstraps on your blueballs!
I cherished every moment we were together and was gassy when our date came to a close. I can’t say how horndogly I regret spilling papal fluid on your fused fingers; you were dharmamegha about it, however, for which I am grateful. You are so beautiful when you’re dharmamegha.
You’re bloated most other times. Your eyes are like deep pools of teat milk, warmed in the moonlight. Your cheeks are as rosy as facebook stalkers. Your lips are like succulent pigasses(fried). Your hair is black = “#000000″ like an animalllllllll! (muppet babies) on a summer’s day. Your non-functioning ovaries are two 2 ton hessie muscular anuses of liquid latex.
I can’t wait to fist with you again. Write soon.
Conely,
Your Friend

and I doctored up a email x-mas card.clicksy

Nothing says “Happy Holidays” like being a dick.

I feel like I am fuzed to the bed.  Reading and learning French.  Sorting out music, files, backups.  Catching up on emails, posts, and thoughts.  I posted all the 35mm Montreal pictures :

overhere

We have decided to officially host Game Night here on Saturdays at 6pm.  You are all invited.  I want to start having other things here like meditation, wheel throwing, glazing, etc.  I feel like we have so much space and equipment that it would be a shame to not open it up to friends.

I have been thinking about scales lately.  Models.  When in Montreal there were three different pieces that were works on model scale.  I couldn’t take pictures of two, but I thought it interesting that it was at three different museums.  Also, since we got the train set (!) I have been trying to think of how to make a cohesive environment for the tracks to be laid.  Now that we have a kiln I can actualize some of what I was intrigued by.

I’ve also been thinking about madness, magicians, carnivals, and hospitals.  Looking at that typed out made me think, ‘things really haven’t changed.’  But the difference is that I am not just working as a reactor and loosely manipulating what I already know of these subjects and placing them in charicatures on a paper or canvas.  I want to do the research justice.  I have found that if I am going to make it a cartoon, then instead of making 300 little vomitous representations I will sit and think before I execute.  It has been a hard habit to break, but I think I have finally reached the point where I am not just reacting (where the worth is defined by the amount and suffering).  And the comic is still going to be a reality.  Keep an eye out for news on its release.  I don’t have a name yet, maybe I will suffer through that.

Tonight is my last night in Montreal Quebec.  We spent an overwhelming four days here.  We were immersed into so many pools of interest: art texte, local artists, CCA, Musée d’art contemporain de Montréal, Stew Stop, Metro, Architecture, Alternative Auberge, Concordia University, Peter Flemming, Mount Royal, Little Italy, Saint Laurent, and most importantly… Drawn and Quarterly.  All of the stress and tension has been worth the holiness of that structure.  It is where I want people to ask for my book in urgency.

This is the end of a long semester.  Cheers!  I can’t really vocalize my feelings on how school is going because, and I am not exaggerating here, my esteem and happiness (regarding and not regarding but influenced by), is currently orbiting directly around the sun of an institutionally defined worth.  I love so many things about being intellectually overwhelmed.  I love so many things about feeling my tired hands as I lay down.  I love the exhaustion, the will necessary to keep on, etc.  The one thing I do not like is when I fall into that trap of definition of worth based on the test or survey of another, especially when that “other” is really just a cog in the organism of a regurgitated structure (the Art World).  With all that being said, I can legitimately say that I am engaged in my work.  I am definitely refining my ways of compartmentalizing and vocalizing my ideas.  I am learning to zoom in and out of the subject at the appropriate times.  I am suppressing the urge to go insane by the multi-contradictory suggestions.  I am trying to do things right the first time.  Step quieter.  Move with purpose (mouth, feet, hands, et al).

In other news, my cousin, Dana, is engaged!  We are still at the dojo.  I still want to build a tree/hobbit house.  My hair is getting long again.  I still get tired of writing blogs instead of talking to you in real life.

Pictures to come soon, my friends.