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November 30, 2006
Puddin' Pie
What will the market bear for a 99 cent treat?
Posted by a.bishop at 01:51 PM | Comments (0)
Do not disturb.
As I ponder the future of Titanic Mistake, and a potential home for its peripheral potential, I look sharply at my own contributions to date and realize that my role has essentially been the same with this enterprise as it has been for others: to produce. I am now very comfortable with this position and realize that my creative aspirations enrich my ability to produce, not the other way around. Professionally I am a producer. I could call myself some sort of architect or some other bullshit. But I produce. I basically just rub things until they look decent enough to make people not want to vomit. Sometimes they take their checkbooks out.
Titanic Mistake became as most things become, it was a seed planted into a favorable season and grew into a healthy sapling. It was occasionally over-watered and pruned too heavily, but it endured and now may be transplanted from its burlap blog into urban soil to mature and bear fruit.
The Capkin has persisted to become a non-artist in serious risk of having to shorten this title, one way or the other. His lack of understanding of the art world has proven to not be a strength nor a weakness, but rather hot sauce you could wipe out of the corner of your mouth with his work. The power of the content of his creations are the virtually-daily recordings of a man who is coming up to speed with where he might want to be had he not taken choice and his creative potential for granted. This content falls into containers established near the beginning of the journey, the rules for its production, the heading for the ship that becomes from his scribbles. There is spillage, but the containers remain. There is thread.
The TreeHouse will require considerably more care and foreskin. The Capkin will manage the entrepreneurial aspects of capital management and allocation, creation of artistic materials and idea generation in a Crunkly manner. The Archbishop will serve as a warming lubricant for process. He will facilitate all aspects of creation. He will also filter all phases of "external" visibility and these will be compared against the rules established before war was waged in honor of uncommon nonsense. Princess Pkink may want to dance to the rhythm of the drum beaten with Peyronie's drumstick. Isabella Babylon will likely join her. Do not disturb.
Posted by a.bishop at 02:17 AM | Comments (0)
November 20, 2006
Me neither.
Did you ever notice that a map of the northern half of Manhattan kind of looks like the leg and hoof of a cow, or a fat horse, as if hung upside down, or in the final stages of rigor mortis? Me neither.
Did you ever look up the word "dictionary" in the dictionary? Me neither.
Did you ever think about what it might be like to just run away, leave everyone and all of your worries behind, just start over from scratch, change your name to something cool like "Cliffside McGillamany"? Me neither.
Did you ever type a sentence and want to include a punch line right after it but not sure if the reader could peripherally read the line below, ruining the surprise? Me neither.
Did you ever stick your finger so far up your asshole that you had to go twice as far, just to see whatsa was goings on there? Me neither.
Posted by a.bishop at 10:01 PM | Comments (0)