The photography of action figures dolls miniatures 

is in its breakthrough moments of becoming a recognized art. 

Above by my artist pal Neil Burke.

 

Reading about awful shit happening to people all over the place. Democracies dictatorships all the same. This is what governments do. One country screws religious ethnics other's despised nationalities. Here we fuck over racial groups, and everybody bleeps up Queers. They all...all of them do it. Some for ideological religious tribal hegemony. Other places because the insane president for life feels like it.

People once organized do this.
As far as evolution knows we're all still on the veldt.
It hasn't yet noticed that we live in trans-tribal urban cultures swim in space fly the skies need money have anthrax bombs, and 24-hour online porn. Our reflexes are still about running from big animals that want to eat us, and nasty tribes with the same idea.

I should teach a simple course at Brooklyn College.
"Why shit is fucked up, and why you could still get eaten."
They'll be hats, and t-shirts.

 

 

"...sign here"

The Musician composer writer David Abram, in his book The Spell of the Sensuous. He there suggests that we owe our animal pals a debt for our ability to read and write. He notes that our ability to read abstract words and figures, as you are doing now, may have evolved from our ability to read the tracks of other creatures."

Write a word a story or poem using the above track images.

 

"...days go by"

It's near dusk tho' it was dawn moments ago. I opened my windows. Fresh air...cold fresh air. In those romantic 19th century novels, they mention airing out the sick room. They had no meds that worked so it was all intuitive remedies. If nothing else things would smell better. We should be clean and tidy to face the foe. In this case a mutating virus.

First things first.

Started today w/a hot-hot-hot shower. Made the bed tidied up read emails. Later went to market. See a few posts below what I found. Wandered home. No one shot at me this time. Read wrote bits of stories. Stared blankly at dark matter. Napped watched live streams of folks'n places around the world. I miss going to real places. Like when I woke up on Mars that time. See above.

Put dinner on.

An oddly collaged chicken soup. All manner of ingredients tossed in. I figure some parts of it are bound to work. Btw what they say about liquids is true. Hose ya self-down with juices teas water. Hold the Pepsi or Root beer.

Granted not a thrilling day...this time. But a day in the life.

I am heartfully grateful to have had it. Be brave be smart be kind.

 

Our dawn Moon.

 

"...Zap"

Was watching streams from the Space Station. 

Saw a meteor enter the atmosphere. 

Did a quick screen grab. Life in the future.