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OCTOBER 2008

Oct. 31-Nov. 2

7:15 PM Ruth and I are home. We are going to have a HOT TUB under the warm fall night sky of new points of wonder in the ever evolving observable universe. ..Here in New Mexico.

But Ruth and I one night together witnessed a miracle.

Maybe it will HAPPEN AGAIN TONIGHT.

10:00 AM Each month this BLOG page gets such a long scroll down by my adding info, I wonder if anyone ever has the patience or curiosity to get past the opening banner...well one more insert just so my DAY OF THE DEAD  theme has some continuity.

I had intended to get all three of my skeletal musicians done before the end of October, but missed by one day...and yet that is actually more accurate being today is ALL SAINTS DAY.

So here they are.

Oct. 29-31

We went to Elephant Butte again for three days, also to the western towns of Winston and Chloride. Mainly we just hung out, went for walks and Ruth once again looked for investment properties.

For the moment  here are few snapshots of the journey. I am too exhausted from last night's Event at the Mine Shaft...so I will just number them  and get around to details later as well as explain about Day of The Dead Event.

 Picture number 9 and 10 give a brief history of Chloride.

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1. New camp at Monticello Point. 2 to 20. Winston and "ghost" town of Chloride. 21. The pass into Winston/Chloride valley. 22 to 30. Walks on first night at campground. 31 to 34. Places of interest in T or C. 35. Last night at Monticello South State Park. 36. The trees changing up the Rio Grande.

As for the DAY OF THE DEAD EVENT...Ruth and I went to the party at the Mine Shaft, where I danced with "Tooloose  Togetsick" (as seen below) and I was Vincent Van Bag.

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1. Tooloose Togetsick. 2. Vincent Van Bag and Good Witch. 3. VVB & GW. 4. VVB &GW. 5. Last day of October.

Oct. 28

The first Day of the Dead Dude. I still have two more to finish for the unholy trinity, hopefully by Friday for the first event of the up coming WCAD 2009

Oct. 27

It has been a transition time in many ways, and for me in particular, I have been trying to leave the house building mode and go back to creating artworks...hmmm...so far it has been very clumsy, so I amuse my self with the spirit of fall.

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1. Leaves are changing down at the river. 2. Cats are cuddling. 3. Angel doing. 4. Angel doing again. 5. Old bird sculpture found a home in the garden. 6. Same for the horse. 7. And the dragon. 8. First face variation. 9. Second face. 10. Final face. 11. Cross a giraffe with a goat and this is what you get. 12. Drinking beer with Len at the Mine Shaft.

Oct. 25

Whoa Dude!...or WINZIP?

Over minutes

my brain is so scattered

from one land unto the next

we are but voyagers

Land eternal

And so....if I actually have anything to say

I could say it right here. right now. And that is a recall of an old title...

Halleluiah the hills

hallelujah the hunter

home from the hills

Hallelujah the hills

Oct. 24

Sometimes I wonder why I bother to go to art galleries, considering the dulling effect of seeing boring things that are priced beyond belief and yet obviously are sold....It makes me feel inadequate in a strange kind of way...like, if I am such a God damn good artist, how come to this day,  I barely make enough money to sponsor a mouse?

But then once in a while, I see stuff artists do that is brilliant and worth every penny and bravo they are "making it".

I had a friend who was ten years younger than me, that at one point in his career was the most published artist in the entire world, beating such challengers as Monet etc... and one day he said to me in a very astonished kind of naivety,  he finely knew he had "made it" when suddenly realized he had not bothered to add or subtract  his check book for over a year, but each time he got a bank  statement he had more money than the time before.

But here is the irony, a year ago he fell off his bicycle and was killed. What good is money and "making it" without life?

Oct. 23

9:00  AM  Today is a goof off day for Ruth and me. We are going gallery hopping in Santa Fe which we haven't done for a long time. It should be fun as there are a bunch of new galleries and the new PARK at the railway...whoopee...

Other than that, not much to report...the weather is clear and cool...the world around us seems to be okay and I don't feel to bad considering we had a dinner party with old friends for the last two nights.

8:30 PM And so this was the day:

Hmmm...well there was much more than this, but sometimes I just forget to raise the camera...

Oct. 22

The days are definitely cooling down which makes it easier working out in the warm sun. So after getting the grounds all cleared up for our BIRTHDAY BASH,  they are cluttered again with bits of wood every where---part of that being my habit of collecting wood for future artworks and part being the feeding of the fireplace...

At the moment I am working on the ANGEL SERIES again, being they almost always sell.

I still have several big maintenance things to do to the house before WINTER arrives, but I am not quite ready to stop goofing off acting like I am an artist who occasionally makes things...

Also, if you have checked into the  COMMUNITY ARTS  page I have opened my big yab about doing something for this years WCAD event...

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1. The beginning of something. 2. The sculpture yard clutter. 3. Something emerges. 4. Ah yes, the remote holder. 5. Again. 6. Angel with paint stick arms.  7. Standing Angel front. 8. Standing Angel back.  9. Fall window  in the the bath room, which is not quite finished yet...

Oct.21

There is fog out my window, something very California coast like that makes me nostalgic about the years I lived in CA way back yonks ago.

Yesterday I went into Home Depot to buy some materials and asked one of the employees where I could find the particular item. Later I passed him and he said to me, "Are you one of those old time hippies?" He laughed and I knew he meant it as some kind of complement, but it seemed funny he recognized the OUTFIT...well I laughed too, after I took notice of my garb, and remembered an old coot with  long white hair and beard who used to sell the ORACLE down on Mission street.

Yep, I guess I am one of those old time hippies.

Ever once in a while I do wonder why I ever left California.

Oct. 20

Watching Sarah Palin on TV makes me understand more than ever before how retarded not only the Republican party is, but also my fellow Americans.

Who the hell is Joe the Plumber? How about Jack the Lumberjack, Bill the Brick Layer, and Larry the Lab Rat?

There are now unbelievable protests in Iraq, wanting us out...tens of thousands on the street, and we have lost over 4,500 troops, for a country that does not want us.

No wonder.

The reports come of Iraqi casualties being anywhere from 25,000 to 2 million---even Saddam  Hussein would have been hard pressed to have done-in that many...

Oct. 18

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1. We went down to Elephant Butte for a couple days...yes it is in the middle of nowhere.

2.What is there? A large reservoir and very desert mountains and plants and warmth in the winter.

3. We camped with our new "camper" and because a man arrived after us was upset his favorite spot was taken, he  gave the camper a name we are considering in Spanish, "El Pedazo de Mierda".

4. Ruth controlling the beasts we took with us...so considering the size of our lodging it was a little tight.

5.. Not exactly the wilderness or romantic but we managed to at least get away for a while...all of that, it was so nice to come home.

Oct. 14

Yesterday was Columbus Day and I remembered when Tommy Nelson (Del Nero) and I went to Eugene, Oregon in 1962.

It was a High School Journalism Conference with kids coming from all over the state. I suppose there were a couple hundred of us bedded down in the same hotel

All went well for most of the morning and in the afternoon things began to go to hell.

Wind started blowing, I mean blowing BLOWING  and kids started standing around a huge Douglas Fir tree that was making a horrible cracking noise. Then out of nowhere the wind tripled in force and the trees that were behind the kids started  falling like domino chips.

Kids were screaming, windows were blowing out, umbrellas were sailing everywhere, it was chaos.

I had moved my little Hillman Minx convertible from the place it was parked to a spot nearer the conference area, and when Tommy and I ran back to the buildings with all the other kids who were panicking, another huge tree had flattened a car where mine had been.

The winds blew well over a hundred miles per hour, knocked out power all over the state and fallen trees blocked most mountain highways.

That night there was no electricity in the hotel, and it was pitch-black except for those few who had flash lights. Kids were running like rats all over the place with teachers screaming for us all to go back to our rooms.

I think there were more than usual unexpected pregnancies that coming year in many High Schools.

Tommy sent me this return email after I reminded him of our night:

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The wind.
No lights in the hotel.
"Red" from Pendleton.
"Buck" Rogers bribing us to get Denise into his room.
The tree that fell where we weren't.
Great times, eh!
I miss them. 
I miss you. 
I miss the energy.
Nelson

Oct. 13

Busy  as usual, but always it seems I get so little done everyday.

One significant thing for me.  I finally have discovered the bridge between the books in my trilogy...so I have been going back fixing the framework in the first book...as I said significant to me, as this is news I think the world will not detect...

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1. I will be announcing the details soon of an event for WCAD 2009

2. the cover for ASSASSIN'S ANGEL and still working on final pages...

3. possible cover for THE CRYSTAL TIGHT ROPE

Oct. 11

Yesterday speaking of the world as we know it...I am amazed...who would believe GM coming to an end... more mind-bending than the USSR no longer existing.

Yet, the people of the former USSR still exists, as does the land, so it is our definitions of stuff that stops...like cars for instance will continue no matter under what label...and probably Americans will exist for a while longer although without the security of delusion.

Now we get to see what most of the world has put up with since we climbed out of caves...

Sure, I feel sorry for people who are being fried in the greasy pan of GFC  (global financial crisis) and maybe soon I will even get to feel sorry for myself and Ruth if our world falls through...but,  it does not scare me to death. I have been totally broke (as in not one penny, that is to say ZILCH) in more than one country and one time.

Sure I hated being BROKE, SLEEPING ON PARK BENCHES, UNDER BRIDGES, HUNGRY AND COLD.

 The fact is I continued just like the people of countries of no more.

Suffer Baby. (the favorite reply of my mentor Mel Fleming when I cried about bull shit)

We are in the shit and someday it will be better or maybe worse but we will survive until we die of due process

Life is not fair and never was.

Oct. 10

WHOA ...YADDA, YADDA...

My little BLOG with Ruth in this life is so INSIGNIFICANT.

But... there are those lyrics from long ago..."Little wheels spin, spin. Big wheels turn, turn." Buffy St. Marie, I believe...

And another fragment, THE HARD RAINS ARE GO'N TO FALL....(Dylan)

Well....hmmm...it seems the world as we know it,  (REM) has come to an end.

Oct. 7

The YARD SALE come and gone, meaning a lot of the junk is gone. Some of it sold and a lot of it I just plain gave away, saving me from hauling it to the dump tomorrow.

As the cliché goes, ONE MAN'S TRASH...

I really meant to do something with all of those treasured pieces, and in a way, I have, by passing them on to someone else to repair. A young man came back and told me he fixed the $1 piece I sold him, which means he now has a $100 piece of equipment. so  at least one person did well in the investment world this week.

Along with that, another person paid $10 for a broken 1950's Maytag washing machine. His wife and I both thought he was crazy, but after I sold him the huge paper weight, he was curious enough to notice all the running gear was still intact---and that made me curious to see if it actually ran...which to our utter amazement, it did...now I am going to contact Maytag to see their reaction.

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Aside from that, as usual our cats do things to amuse Ruth and I.  Jezebel acting like road kill, was cute enough for a photo...

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And speaking of kill... the skunk has returned. I found the head of one of our chickens this morning out in the pen. Too bad he got a hen instead of our incredible noisy rooster. But now, it is the skunk vs. me, as it knows where the rest of its meals will be unless I do something about it.

In cleaning out the studio, I came across a trunk full of old photos and drawings from another life ago.

The photo of the kids on the van, was when I directed a small "community arts project" on the Isle of Arran in Scotland.

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The drawings were done in the NUTHOUSE when I got out of the army.

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And now, the entire political spectrum seems to be crazier than any of my fellow nuts of many years ago...Hey how about that VP candidate? McCain actually wants us to consider him seriously after he picks a joker?

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OCTOBER 2

Such excitement! Whooopee! Yippy-ki-yi-yi and etc. Tomorrow will begin the fabulous EVENT.

I debated my better sense to leave the old sign from two years ago:

FLARTMART

Somehow, the title was just too ingenious.

The general public failed to recognize the clever mingling of flea/flart and  gallery/mart...

Dullards!

Let them eat cake.

We will go back to the boring but classical signage.

YARD SALE

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1. You can see it is the up-coming replacement to Wall Street. 2. My God, the masses will flock...

JUNK WAS NOT CONGLOMERATED IN A DAY

AND...as John Stewart said,

IF DOG SHIT WAS MONEY AND PARK BENCHES WERE MANSIONS