discipline...

"It's gonna take a lot of discipline," Zote said as he exhaled smoke from his lungs.
He had a mercurial look in his eye. "It's like riding the eye of the hurricane. As long as you stay focused and keep inside, you will be okay. But if you lose your will and slide into the storm, it's all over."

Tyler recalled those words as he sat down on the street. Zote liked to speak in grand sweeping allegorical terms. Since the two had fallen out over terms how to figh the revolution, he had put his words, image and everything else out of his mind. It was too painful.

But now water had passed under the bridge.

Indeed it had.

As he made the rounds of the street where he used to pick up the packages of zif which was the ruby kite's underground currency, it had become a tourist area. Ronald Raygun's revolution had been most successfu. Zack Smiter had only bought it to new heights. The street was filled with the progeny of wall street bastards gorging themselves on the fat of the land. Gone were the days of conceptual art and punk rock. High rent and trendy boutiques ruled the day.

This development didn't bother him that much. In one way or the other it had always been so. It just took discipline to see it....

rebirth in the time of information...

rebrith in the time of information...here in the late summer founding inspiration to start rebuidling the web server. It comes from somewhere...I don't know where but it comes despite the crowded bars with young girls with mini-skirts who do not care about Fritz Fanon's "Wretched of the Earth"...despirte the cookie cutter suits flpping account executive deals or slick wall street hedge funds..this is the time devoid of ideas...this is the time of indifference, blizted by over saturation..networked death...fronting cool image bombardment of senses...rebirth in the time of the information despite no one will real the blog...I am not important enough, young enough, sexy enough but as mentined before, it feels so good to let the words flow...to let the words go...to let the ideas ring out in the american hollow night past the laptop juniiem, mainlined cellphone junk, hip hopped gangsta beat bullshit....

image on t-shirt

reading about the conceptualists of the 1960's...they were concerned with the supremacy of idea..to them, art was in the idea, what they called the primary information whereas the physical representation was secondary information, only there to introduce the idea...these concepts resonate with me...kosuth wanted to remove the art from physical presentation, very much how css wants to seperate content from presentation...

my mind works along these ways and is part of the inspiration for the many images I produce...people have told me and I do believe they would make great t-shirts...but I am out of the flow...the people I hang with would never put a credit card number in to buy a t-shirt of mind...they will never even read this blog...I believe that it is this indiffrence which has allowed Bush to wage unrestricted his war in iraq...everyone is way to concerned with their image to be truly involved...

I could solve that problem easily with my image on a t-shirt...