November 30, 2006
Puddin' Pie
What will the market bear for a 99 cent treat?
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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.
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December 10, 2005
Beer, Weed, Latté
(Sung to Jay-Z's 'Money, Cash, Hoes')
Beer
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Weed
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Latté
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Beer
Weed
Latté
("...what?")
Beer
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Weed
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Latté
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Beer
Weed
Latté
("...come on!")
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October 05, 2005
p M r O o N n K o E u Y n
KELLY
Kelly owns/runs/moderates several forums online, ranging in subject from digital calligraphy to trading orange juice concentrate. These allow monkey to mythologize, speculate, intuit and otherwise influence in a decisively non-rational way the interactions and thoughts of others who subscribe to these forums.
Kelly authors several blogs under various pseudonyms. Kelly uses these blogs to challenge blog convention (such as time, subject, content, display, resolution, etc.) to disallow the reader to take for granted the convenience of the medium.
Kelly studies etymology and regularly substitutes historical root terms for the accepted, modern word form, sometimes using hybridized root terms to create new language where the current roster of words in circulation seems claustrophobically limiting. This, of course, self-consciously presupposes that at some point future readers of Kelly's musings may adapt these new words with enough regularity that they may morph into more refined versions of themselves and become inserted into some dictionary.
Kelly is obsessed with not being obsessive. Kelly regularly does nothing regularly. Kelly cannot sleep in the same place two nights in a row (with the exception being monkey has exhausted monkey to the point that monkey falls asleep where monkey is). Kelly will sleep anywhere, at any time, even or especially if it inconveniences someone else. Kelly is like a cat in this way, except for yesterday when monkey was a zebra, or tomorrow when monkey is spaghetti and ballsmeat.
Kelly fashions a tool belt filled primarily with smashing instruments and bonding agents. These allow Kelly the option of reconfiguring anything at any time, including the tool belt, the smashing instruments and the bonding agents.
Kelly received professional training as a stunt monkey, not to work in moving pictures but mainly because monkey enjoys a good adrenaline rush at the expense of the emotional and psychological well-being of passersby.
Kelly loves nature. Unfortunately for the trees and napping squirrels, Kelly also loves chainsaws.
Kelly's preferred mode of transportation is mass transit. Kelly uses this private time to put on monkey make-up, or make banana calls to monkey subconscious desires.
Kelly almost always first offers a barter of dance/performance (of appropriate length) for goods or services. In opposition to Kelly's better judgments, Kelly continues to offer this as fair trade despite once being hospitalized after paying off an impulsive llama purchase.
Kelly prefers to eat with monkey hands, but if necessary, will smash food to a pulp and consume with monkey sp-ork.
Kelly carries large bags of foreign currency coinage in small denominations. Kelly will often spell out invented words in brail with the coins on public sidewalks and/or public bathroom floors. This also gives Kelly the opportunity to impulsively hop on a plane to another country and pay for goods and services if monkey dancing proves to be unprofitable.
If Kelly must answer the phone, monkey always greets with the name and slogan for the most recent company that allowed Kelly to dance for goods or services. If none yet exists or it has been some arbitrary length of time since Kelly was able to barter in monkey preferred fashion, Kelly greets with an offer to dance for the person on the other end of the line if that person agrees to hang up without saying a word.
When walking down a hallway or along a sidewalk, Kelly will switch sides to ensure that monkey doesn’t regularly pass on the same side. To the relief of local law enforcement officials and the larger motor-vehicle-operating population, Kelly rarely does this anymore with monkey unicycle.
If challenged to a dare, Kelly will surely decline but will have the phrasing of that dare inconspicuously tattooed on monkey back.
Kelly enjoys dressing in one-piece suits. Monkey suit-of-choice is either a wet suit or a Kevlar-reinforced motorcycle suit. They are always modified to avoid equal-length appendage concealment.
If Kelly must use a readymade pattern, it is camouflage, or at least non-regular. Monkey strangest piece is a camouflage life vest, which comes in handy when the impulse to jump off a bridge strikes.
Kelly is a ferocious lover. Monkey will not engage in sex unless there are equal parts pain and pleasure. The tool belt is especially convenient for accomplishing this.
Kelly baths in natural bodies of water regularly. Monkey prefers if they are somewhat conspicuous locations so that lucky individuals may experience monkey body art.
Kelly is not artistic per se, but does have several creative pets. Anything that they produce is hung from the ceiling or re-configured into sculpture. If Kelly finds one of monkey pets’ pieces particularly disturbing, Kelly will eat it.
Kelly is a healthy individual. Monkey tracks monkey health via photographing every bowel movement and cataloguing it. This allows monkey to observe variations in color, consistency, diameter, length and buoyancy and also make beautiful wall coverings. The best ones are sent out in December as presents for all of those who celebrate Mass-Christ or somewhat.
Kelly prefers to write or sketch in odoriferous locations, pungent landfills are best. If Kelly is at home writing on the walls, floors or ceiling, monkey will create a pungent stench to stay lucid. If the desire to inscribe hits and flavorful air is not an option, monkey will use cat tranquilizer to stay lucid.
Kelly is athletic and participates in multiple marathons each year. Monkey preferred style is to sprint as fast as possible until arriving upon a location where music can be heard. Kelly will then break-dance for the spectators as other participants run past.
Kelly studies alternative forms of communication. Smoke signals, signing, ESP and Morse code allow monkey to engage in conversations that would otherwise be impossible.
Kelly serves monkey community by volunteering at the local prison. There, monkey motivates the prisoners to vanquish their pained thoughts via artistic expression. Kelly will offer to purchase the most honest works (with dance, if possible) to elevate the prisoners’ sense of self-worth and value as creative individuals. Kelly also sometimes has violent sex with them.
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September 08, 2005
-----(5th)-----(5th)
functionalist texture?
functionalist texture.
--layering--(2nd)
bldg controlled by positions of data/information storage and its relevance on data/information acquisition.
centers - think of portland bookstore.
---i'm thinking of a cubic form with a regular grid of rows, columns, etc., highly visible from below, from afar, and densities of "color", let's use book as the module, depends on the density of the unit---(3rd)
precedent study.
--precedents are apparent in functionalist texture.--(2nd)
chronology is apparent in functionalist texture.
how is this information relayed?
container not as, equally or more important than content?
what is content anymore?
reality?--(2nd)
who is prioritized in organization of data/information?
librarian?
ceo?
architect?
engineer?
client?
customer?
patron?
critic?
lawyer?
small business person?
mayor?
--what would be the non-program?
the empty space surrounding the center(s)?
how does information grow?
more centers must be created
they must be fractal
they must be organized by growth
content containers must be mobile
always multiple centers
at what point are there too many centers? a random field, gray, non-discrete?
at what point are there too few centers? a dictatorship? a monopolizing of area density?--(2nd)
functionalist texture.
data visible from below but not in the way that uv rays age hard documentation.
--layering--(2nd)
color coding.
--green, blue, reluctantly crouched at the starting line--(2nd)
functionalist texture.
L O C
A T I
O N S
and there effect on
understanding
navigating
who is prioritizing?
functionalist texture?
--what is the residue of how that piece of information arrived at its "location?"
how can this help the query-initiator understand that information?
where did the facts in your preferred fact book come from?
how many previous fact books?
how many previous fact stories?
how many previous fact lies?
where when whom?--(2nd)
conceptual design is prioritized (feedback to beginning, all add'l comments will be marked "2nd" as in second iteration, third iteration marked "3rd", fourth "4th" and so on...)
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April 28, 2005
b F a A l Q d
"Why do you shave your head?"
"Are you bald, or do you just shave your head?"
"How long does it take you to shave your head?"
"How often do you shave your head?"
"What kind of razor do you use to shave your head?"
"Have you considered using Rogaine?"
"Have you considered a hair transplant?"
"Can I touch your head?"
"What does it feel like?"
"Do you use shampoo?"
"Do you have to use sunscreen?"
"Are you down with the skinheads?"
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