Louis Pasteur

Louis Pasteur is my favorite scientist.

On Death and Chips & Dip

I'm loitering in Anthropology the other day and I see this book to rifle though. 'On Death' precedes 'Chips and Dip'. I just can't image a world where you would have things placed in this order. Chips and Dip in the afterlife? I think not. Well in my universe Chips and Dip are most likely the cause of said death . . . .

I am pretty sure this is art, but I could be wrong

I'm often running thru the archives, some of which contain dual life objects which function as both performance art props and as utilitarian objects in my life. This extension cord has been in hundreds of my performances. The end of it is a bit messed up and, well, I could fix it. But I'm not sure it isn't a valuable art object as it is. And to fix it would be to destroy it. My family thinks I am sliding deep into hoarding behavior. Any thoughts?

A Little off kilter

Right this way

Revealing and disarming and not really all that permanent.

a drop of water

Fractured man

Fractured man in a thousand pieces, cut up and reassembled a thousand times a day.

Cave boy tribute reading circa back in the day . . .

COS, Chuck over shoulder . . .

I got to visit the studio of Chuck Close the other day (thanks Bun and Adam!). There was art and stuff everywhere.

The bands were smoking, the audience not so much

On Vacation

The Sound is Furry

The Sound is Furry, February 12-13, 1993, Randolph Street Gallery, Chicago, Illinois

Because sometimes a half mustache on your way to work

Life and how to live it . . .

Small

Because barbecue

It is summer and summer requires Barbecue and this year requires the overhaul of the Weber Kettle 22-in charcoal grill.

Added a new closure for the bottom and added a wooden handle to the top vent and a temperature gauge.

Mets fan surrealist

Young once

Not sure why this is so creepy . . . .

 . . . but it is . . . .

Nonsense

Because the Fire

Because the Fire is burning, there is a shopping cart full of extinguishers. Because the fire is burning there is cart. Art loves a good cart, and so my heart

Monkey Wrench Gang

The Monkey Wrench Gang now comes with a digital setting . . . Apple of course.

NO!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Absolutely not. Please god no.

Because New York

Ramones and New York go together like ice and cream. A cool day on the dark side of the street leads to 2nd St. and second street leads to the palace that punk created. Country, Blue grass and blues, never the same . . .

Persuasive . . .

Because bowling . . . .

Stacked and windproof, Downtown Manhattan

Grown up flowers

Grown up flowers, it must be spring time in NYC because it smells like . . . well, you know.

Creative studio PLAYLAB, INC. has planted six inflatable flower sculptures all around the town. Sort of fun. This one is named Kerri on 55th Street.

Brussels sprouts should not be seen as . . .

This really isn’t the right way to do things.

You cannot un-see this

Head Grenade

A very large bag of Elvis 8-Tracks

Tell Me When It's Over

Dream Syndicate, live at the Hoboken Arts and music festival. May 6th, 2018

things that you find

Strange

man on the street

Thrasher friends

Here is a Thrasher from 1989 autographed to my by my old Pal Brian of JFA . . . I am somebody.

Black Beauty

Marquee Moon

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8L874E05oU


Here is a recording I made of Richard Lloyd at a book signing in Hoboken last January.

"Marquee Moon", Richard Lloyd, Hoboken, NJ  2018

It's about the guns. We have had enough . . .

Our awesome cats, Ambrose and Buster.

No newspaper on a snowy day, but I do have a pile of magazines.