Sunday, 25 December 2016

If I knew then what I know now.  Several hours given to cleaning up my facebook timeline.. Obviously I need to keep the lines of communication open and you need an account for other apps to work so Ive given over to just keeping the page clean.  Ive made it down to 2007 posts.. absorbing all the phases Ive gone through and noting the changes in my personality and sense of humour.. It's giving me an overall feeling of understanding myself more and my position.  It paints a larger picture that I can see clearly.. I don't feel as lost.  I recommend you go through your timeline some time.  All by myself for xmas and it doesn't phase me at all.  Have I grown or just become de sensitized.  Both I guess.  This photo is a costume I designed one year.. "the skull merchant".  It is appropriate in this entry because it represents the fearless journey through my past skeletons.. and the willingness to free them.  Merry Christmas. Live again.

Saturday, 24 December 2016

Total number of portraits done this holiday... 7.  Not including the fact that ones like this contained 5 people.  The house still has not been cleaned.. except for the bathroom which couldn't wait.. it was too demoralizing.  I squeezed it in between dismantling the kitchen counter for the countertop guy who came and installed the new sink and counter yesterday.  His name was GREG.  He started the day with banging his head several times under the sink.. swearing and sighing a lot.  I told Olive he was performing like her making a fuss about carrying her backpack to school.  She asked what I meant by performing.. I said it meant when people make a big show of their displeasure but fail to change their unavoidable situation of having to get through a task.  Greg cheered up later when I put the classic rock station on which is code when you are doing anything trade related.  I worked on my final portrait and the day was good.  Since updating the blog last for my loyal 6 viewers.. I have done nothing but draw.. go to yoga a few times and messaged random girls on IG looking for a movie date.  I went to starwars by myself and chose seat 17 because it added up to 8 and was in the centre of the theatre.  My fortune cookie from a chinese meal earlier that week said my lucky number was 8.  Turns out my seat didn't exist.. there was an 18 and a 16 but 17 was basically the aisle so the manager set me up in the handicapped area pus I got 2 free tickets.  I took a stranger from IG the next night to "Passengers".. it was good.

Friday, 16 December 2016

Skuzzabot returns.  It can survive any of my life bullshit.  So lets roll with it..
The cd suitcase is empty and the gold has been sifted out.  Here is a cool VIDEO of the graffiti community partying at the 5050 gallery show after the Quake of the Cans jam.  Some lovely faces in there especially DJ Promise.  Word.  So what is this Skuzzabot?  well it came from salvaging old paint cans at the dump.. the idea is that the dumpster swallows the paint.. comes to life.. and creates art.  SKUZZA means rotten and dead.. BOT means artificial intelligence.. so its a metaphor of the organic and digital worlds melding.  It looks cool too and is mad funny.

Thursday, 15 December 2016

The big ugly old blue vinyl suitcase is out.. it's full of old cds with image files of photos and art from the early days of my digital transformation/absorbtion.  The early 2000s saw me as an angry confused hippy that lost a friend to suicide and a baby to abortion.. I thought I had thrown my life away trying to be an artist and decided to give over to the service work of environmentalism.  I tried to quit graffiti and be selfless.  I was saved by Harley Smart and Erika Heyrman from the Wildfire bakery.  At first I was jealous and rude to Harley.. but eventually I understood his way.. even if I still felt like an outsider to the growing new art scene in Victoria.. Cam Kidd moved in with us and we all became "the Belmont Boys".. those days were pure joy.  I dabbled in the digital.. and tried to fit my art into Fantan 16 and a half... fifty 50.. the Ministry of Casual Living.. it went ok.. but I never really fit in.  I was the weird older graffiti guy that couldn't adapt to the new young hip art scene.  Cam was able to walk in both worlds quite well and Harley soon moved on ahead to do great things.. He blazed a trail.  My graffiti got back on track thanks to Hype who got me out painting again.  I met the WHRS crew from Calgary who were into the rave and festival scene.. Shambhala inparticular in 07/08 and discovered "partying".  I moved to vancouver chasing the Lighta crew bass music movement and all of a sudden on a trip back to victoria to visit I met Olives mom and my lonely ass got talked into having a child.  Its all a blur from there.. the photo below is me right before the move to vancouver.  I would like to get back to that person and continue on from what I've learned.. and with my new best friend Olive by my side.

Wednesday, 14 December 2016

Ahh the good ol' days..  before the drinking got out of control I would usually just fall asleep on the couch after painting as long as I could.. I would wish for stimulants to keep me working but that was still a rare thing.  I'd wake up and have a normal if slightly hungover day.. probably gardening or working on an art show.. or going over to Olive's moms house to help out or watch her so she could work or go to school.. or take Olive swimming which we have always done religiously since I can remember.. Grampa sent the usual what does she want for xmas message yesterday so I said to get a proper swimsuit from HTO.  She has always had cheapo kiddy ones from walmart or target.. so I think its time to see how a real suit stands the chlorine.. all her other ones have disintigrated along with both of our skin.. we now have to grease up with coconut or moisturizer after each swim because she got exema.. oops.  My skin is getting dry but I thought that is just from getting old.. Ive never been a moisturizing man so it's hard to get in the habit.. it just feels unnatural to rub stuff in your skin all the time.. I don't see why you cant just consume lots of olive oil.

I refer to myself in this photo as being a lounge lizard.. and I guess lizard skin sheds off.. like the phases of life I go through.. the guy on the couch would never go to yoga class.. or college.  The house we lived in then was fondly called the Belmont house and we all were the Belmont Boys.. the house belonged to Meriel Fletcher and it was by her grace that we were allowed to carry on as we did.  Harley Smart got us all aboard and Cam Kidd moved in and stayed the longest.  We had a driveway that turned into a landscape art sculpture I called "Tomato Mountain".  It happened by inviting the city of victoria to dump 10 yards of street leaf mulch in the driveway...  We spent summers painting, partying and swimming in the kid pool around it.  Here is a VIDEO of the mulch being dumped and me dancing with the casio keyboard.  Alfons and I will be doing the Casio Christmas this saturday!

It all started at the Belmont house one christmas when I bought Olive a casio that had light up keys.. of course it birthed a comedy creation from the chemistry of friendship Alfons and I shared.. I can't remember how it started but we called ourselves "Coffees and Teas".  Alfons was in school then doing his music degree and probably never thought he would be a dad but look at him now.. all familied up.  I'm so happy for him.. he is the most deserving man I know to have a loving partner and big squishy baby boy named Boden.  We eventually partnered up with Jenny Ambrose at her venue called "The Makehouse" and will be doing our 6th annual performance there again this year.

Tuesday, 13 December 2016

It's time to make more videos.. I don't care what they are.. I'm going to start tonight with a funny laughs montage and try and push the content again.. however cheap.  This photo is from when Kay and Zsophin did their documentary on the Trackside gallery in esquimalt called 100 layers of beige.  Olive and I were about to go to the pool because we forgot they were coming over to shoot the interview and they ran up to us in the truck.. "No we didn't forget! haha.."  somehow glitter ended up on my face.  I cant remember who took this photo but I sure do appreciate it.  It was so fun to share the spotlight with Olive.  It is a great little documentary.  I housepainted today and ate 2 red barn wraps.. Started watching the new season of Peaky Blinders.. I love it but it really makes me want to drink.. or just get one of those poor boy hats.  Vancouver monday was tight.. thanks to the homey for pickin me up and escorting me to the spots.. the grime glove remains in Quinn's hand.. hope to see him this weekend.  I'm tired.

Sunday, 11 December 2016

Screenshot from IG
How about those gams.  This is what happened when I got inspired by rooting around in the lost and found... my current bathing suit had ripped from excessive chlorine so I had to hit up the bin for some fresh trunks.. when I happened upon a woman's swimsuit that said "Rad".. The idea formed very quickly and after washing it I changed the R to a D and the rest is history.  I'm sure "The Bug and Riko Dan" would have a fit at the thought of their new song being used in such a manner but oh well.
Yesterday was an early tornado of art making, snowman making, fort making and potion making.. that meant the middle part of the day was spent home making instead of getting on my portraits.. I just got the outline sketched out and then it was time to pick her up from second playdate where there was cookie making.  This morning we have a coffee play date and hopefully the girls will sit long enough for grown ups to enjoy themselves.  We might make the mural police vid later as an excuse to eat a box of doughnuts.

Saturday, 10 December 2016

Here is a snowy picture because it is snowy.. the rain is washing that away now but the kids made snowmen.  Some of those snowmen might identify as non gender specific but I don't care.  This is my blog, my body.  I had the computers serviced by my new tech buddy.. he is a single dad as well and took the time to check out my website.. The macs are runnin cool.. thanks coach!  big shoes to fill.. one computer for sound and the other for visual art.  Started buying grime again.. first track bought last night was Frisco-dan gorgon.  Somehow these guys are keeping youtube free of any new material.. so it feels rewarding to get exclusive shit when you have to pay for it.  I've been steady upping the IG with old screencaps of my website stuff.  It's hilarious how nobody ever looks at the website.. it's like all new work to them.  This week has been all housepainting.. no yoga but I can feel the postures in my everyday movements giving me support and transformation.  I'm feeling securely sober but longing for adult companionship.. haha that was eloquent.  I hope to make a funny video about victoria murals this weekend but playdates come first! oh yeah and there's the 2 portraits I said I would do for tomorrow night..yeesh!  no time for silliness.  Trip to the art store this morning and staples.  I'm gonna hit up the grime search now.

Tuesday, 6 December 2016

It's slushing outside and social media is acting like a blizzard.  I'm ashamed to feel so much cooler for not being that person but nobody cares.  Im also disappointed in myself for speaking out in a meeting last night when someone was sharing.. they kept dropping f bombs without just cause and basically talked a bunch of nonsense.. but it's principals before personalities so why can't I be more tolerant.  I heard some good messages last night but forgot them.  Oh I remembered  one.. when on his deathbed he was asked.. so do you believe in god... he said he didn't know but it was a better way to live.  I was painting someones house yesterday.. I am today as well.  He had some coffee and lunch breaks during the day but it wasn't until 4 when the pogues were playing on the stereo did he offer me anything.. it wasn't food or coffee though.  I don't mind that I wasn't offered food or coffee but I find it funny that people are always quick to share booze over anything else.  I declined and was proud of myself.  Irish punk sure triggers me though.. as does most music.  speaking of music.. I foolishly agreed to dj at Niaddy's birthday new years party.  I asked her if she wanted me do do grime or my lounge act.. she says both.. haha.  Haven't played in years and now I have to put a set together that goes from lounge to grime.  I need to knuckle down on getting back in the mix anyway so this will be a good challenge.  hope I can get home soon and get on that.  Still gotta take these macbooks in to the dude and get em souped up with ram and solid states before I can figure serato out.  Tutorial town.

Sunday, 4 December 2016

paintbrush xmas tree

The videos are back.  My kookie xmas tree idea came to fruition with the help of my faithful companion and our friends Jackie and Marlon.  Saw our pals Ian and F for a swim and before that we went to the super boring Dickens fair at Olive's school.  Too much ugly knitted stuff and awkward older hippy candles, painted rocks and trippy woodwork.  Jams, jellies, cookies... barf.  Olive was ticked that she couldn't find anything worth spending her $5 on and I was going into zombie mode.  I pulled myself out by making a medallion out of leggo and chatting to one of the dads who is in the leggo club.. leggo is like currency he says.  We went B&Vs to get the painting from Justin to re sell.. might end up trading it for some weird jewelry haha.  Justin referred me to this little interior paint job for today.. so its wrangle my gear from all over the house as soon as Olive is happily settled at school.
One more thing.. I got to catch up with Harley Smart who has become one of the nicest guys I know.  I am so proud of how far he has gone with his book binding business.  Him and Ryan are rocking it with their thing called Anteism

Friday, 2 December 2016

My man.  My mentor.  My Mike.
Finally got to catch up and get some wisdom from the East Van Guru.
The coffees at Milano in gas town were TIGHT haha.  Robin hooked up the big bowl latte and we got down to sharing some recovery thoughts.  He's playing trumpet mostly these days butIf you wanna see and hear him dj he's at Milano in gastown lots.  Vancouver was nice..  whipped over there on the 7 ferry and just made it back on the 9.  JJs train benching diner for the breakfast special with Robin.. some sight seeing.. Virus murals.. waiting outside the amsterdam cafe for soak to get through rush hour movie set van traffic.. under bridge lay up rockin.. perfect connect with the seabus.. super tired on the ferry but these kids had rick and morty goin on the laptop so we had some laughs in the lobby.  House painting today..  I wish we had a skytrain in Victoria.

Wednesday, 30 November 2016

What the heck... you might be wondering.  I had every intent of doing something serious and technical with my time.. but no.  Silliness won out and I created "cool tubes".  It's not just another graffiti lettering piece.. it's a phenomenon.  Graffiti lettering kind of looks like its squirted out of tubes.. and then there is the whole Rammellzzee wind tunnel thing.  So I'm going to work it into my dialect... "going to paint a cool tube."  I hung with big Heph under the bridge after my morning of drawing and yoga.  One of the dudes in my class gave me tickets to his choir thing at the church.. I'd stay home but I opened my big mouth and said I like choirs so now I'm committed.  Then I will go to the pool and float around.. might go to van tomorrow.  I want my grime glove.. I want to visit people and an adventure would be good.  Think of all that sci fi reading time on the ferry and bus.

Tuesday, 29 November 2016

It's a screenshot..
Taken from my most pop insta post.. a sudden inspiration video while making breakfast.  I've slowly been developing a tiny sense of community on IG.  Looking at this mystery person named "some bird"s pictures of funny graffiti and train monikers.  East Van resident it looks like.. I got out of myself and tiny island headspace for a moment through their photostream.. It also helped having Shayla come cut my hair and talk about how nice people in Brooklyn were on her recent trip.  It was so nice to have a visitor today.  I keep thinking about getting ghosted by A.. damn.. it doesn't hurt but it really bugs me.  I took myself out for dinner at whole foods and used the coupon mom gave me for a "big salad" in honour of Elaine Benes.. I traded the drawing for the haircut and it just so happens that my mom's name is Elaine.  I sat at the tables near the end of the checkout isles.. which is funny because you get to watch people buying their groceries while you are eating yours.  I also got fancy lotions for my dry ass pool body.  I'm all creamed up slippin on the keyboard over here.  Gonna watch westworld and if it doesn't get on with the plot quicker I'm moving on..

Monday, 28 November 2016

She's upon the usedvictoria for $400.  It might become our art supply station if it doesn't sell..  The last thing I want is more furniture around but I guess that's the nature of the showroom.  Had a nice walk downtown with Jackie and Mar.. rode the ferris wheel in centennial.  As we were nearing the entrance to the ride I heard some rap music that the street kids were playing while drinkin in centennial.. you know sometimes when you hear music from another angle and it sounds like different music?.. well I said to Jackie that it sounded like Ukranian music and the girl at watching the gate said that no in fact it wasn't Ukranian music.  I asked her if she was Ukranian.. yes.. she was.  ha..  ferris wheel was great fun.. I enjoyed the view of our world recognized example of midcentury modern design.. the fountain by Jack Wilkinson.  Framed in by the spacey vibe of the ferris wheel..
We hit the South Park school craft fair earlier and Olive and I scored some nerd jewelry.. I got Rick and Morty cuff linx and she got Betty and Veronica earrings.

Sunday, 27 November 2016

Ever since seeing the Nightmare before Xmas I have always thought halloween and xmas should be mashed up together.  Last night was no exception.. all the kids at the santa parade had bags for all the candy.. some of which was leftover from halloween.  I got to hang out with some nice moms from Olive's school and the kids scored a whole pizza from Ali Babs and a tshirt from Floyd's diner.. We got cold and had enough so we left early thank god.. I don't have much patience for parades.. just give me the Shriners #9 train.. some hobo clowns and I'm good.  Olive did a good job tolerating picking up soggy leaves at grampas yesterday.. we had some good moments that I could tell my dad appreciated from the point of view of remembering me helping him in the cold.. fastening fittings on the boat deck when I was little.. never got paid for that but I did pay Olive $5 that we bought a pack of pokemon cards with... a disappointing deck of mostly doubles.. what a rip off.  We went to the esquimalt wholesale club after swimming and poutine with Justin, B&V.. and that's where we spotted this buccaneer float in the parking lot.  Who will come play with us today...

Saturday, 26 November 2016

Lying on the couch wondering what kind of art project to make with all the Herb Alpert records I've collected.. It started as a joke as most of my ideas do.. I think I was trying to see if I could rid thrift store bins forever of them.. but then I thought hey what if I made a sculpture out of them.  It will be hard to top the toilet installation that someone at the Chambers st. house in Fernwood did by rigging up a turntable to the flush handle that played an Alpert record every time you flushed.  Thrift stores will spring eternal the horns of Tijuana Brass.. as they will Nana Mouskouri.. Zamfir.. and South Pacific.  Last night was the crew photo.  What a treat it was to see us all.. or most of us.. still smiling and breathing.  Still able to stand together as friends after so much time has passed.  Gratitude.  We all wore black by coincidence which looks wicked bad ass with the gothic architecture and street lighting.  I'm going to staples to get prints of this today.  If you have a crew.. or group of friends.. team, squad, whatever.. go get your family portrait done this holiday season.  You will feel warm and fuzzy.  Tonight is the xmas parade.. going to get a James Bay mob together of kids and parents.  No playdates planned for today though.  I can already feel my skin drying out in the chlorine bath we call the pool.  It's time to put the dresser back together.. hopefully Olive is down for an art sesh.. I could work on Rayce and Sarah's portrait.

Friday, 25 November 2016

My Bialleti percolator needs a new rubber ring.. espresso tastes like old rubber but that's probably just in my head.  I'm still enjoying the coffee.  Did a few more characatures yesterday along with my sanding and clear coating.. my shitty friend Rayce wants a portrait of him and his lovely wife so hopefully that kicks off the xmas portrait business.  Speaking of portraits.. I am picking up most of the members of our decades old graffiti crew tonight to take a family portrait/group photo for the archives.  I'm a bit nervous because it's been so long since we've all seen each other and I'm worried about people not showing up or backing out.  Oh well.. I think it will be a stroke of magic.  Hans would be proud.  Supposed to go for a hike up Mt. Doug with Colm today.. get that dresser done

Thursday, 24 November 2016

The best tip I picked up in my English 161 literary genres class was identifying southern gothic influence.. We started with Faulkner, and Flannery O'connor and then it finally clicked when our teacher mentioned True Detective and the intro song by the Handsome Family.  I immediately thought of Yelawolf and wanted to share with the class about him and his videos but didn't because I thought I'd look like I was trying to show off.. especially because there was a pretty girl beside me.. ha.. I'm enjoying doing my celebrity fan sketches.. I think I will do a few more while the varathane is drying on the dresser.  Maybe I will sand the next dresser if the sky looks clear enough not to rain.. if I sand it in the basement there will be sawdust all through the house.. although that would be kind of southern gothic it would make me sneeze and be unhealthy for Olive.  I can't wait to give her the last slice of olive pie I made last night.

Wednesday, 23 November 2016

I've now reached the fated mark of almost forgetting to write.. and questioning what and why I'm writing.. this happens in all my creative endeavours and is probably why I keep flitting about the mediums..  My first midcentury furniture refinish is coming along nicely but I've never sold a piece of furniture before.. so it still seems like a pipe dream that I'm wasting my fine art time with.  Jeez I'm confident..  I blew some leaves at dads after the meeting this morning.. met someone for coffee and knocked the noon yoga off the list.  Now I'm post Spaghetti wit da coffee and blog ting.  Lilyhammer is getting ridiculous but I'm still watching it.. loving the "Jan" character.  I've noticed they like to introduce characters as fierce and intimidating at first and then defenceless and innocent after..  I posted a screenshot on my instagram of Steven Van Zandt because I like sharing things i'm a fan of and currently interested in.. I got a few comments like "great post" and "great work" from strangers.. are they being sarcastic? Is it a diss because it's not original content?  I guess I will have to draw them next time... my mental stability is fine right now but I'm probably fooling myself by saying I'm happy.  I'm fine.. a little depressed.. but everything is ok.  Mom is back east with her brother and the rest of the Raymonds.. She lost her other brother.. my uncle Kieth Raymond on monday.  All I can really feel about it though is how his daughter, my cousin Denise is handling it.  God help your dear heart heal.

Tuesday, 22 November 2016

I finally started painting the dresser that Olive and I scored on the side of the road..  It's been clogging up the hallway for a long time.. before that it was tarped in the yard.. and before that in the basement.. a little heat gun paint stripping here.. a little sanding there.. I keep wondering if it is just another symbol of my scattered interests trying to suffocate all hope of focusing on one artform but alas it is finally paying off.  Would you just look at those colour ball handles?  Oh yeah baby.. those were dumpstered from a sample board at a decorating place.. ive been carrying em around since before olive was born.. thinking i would use em for something.. classic hoarders excuse.. I'm not a hoarder though.  Just an idea hoarder.. and an art whore.  I'll fuck anything.  I skipped yoga yesterday because this project was more important.. listened to John Hamm on the Nerdist podcast, the OK GO guys and the new Muppets.  Fantastic.  I ate my soup.. but broke down and went to buy spaghetti.. my only vices left are noodles and coffee.  I spent the dinner hours organizing my records and enjoying some spymusic selections.. so slick.  I phoned Teas and checked in about doing the Casio Christmas tis year.. he says we are green lit.. went to the pool and gen next meeting.. watched Lilyhammer and went sleepies.  I have 2 hours till yoga.. lets work on the dresser Fran Drescher.  I don't know who is reading my blog but the thing says somebody is... thanks whoever you are.

Monday, 21 November 2016

I should have called Sweet Pea "Gunther" because it's mostly just her and me in this lonely castle.  Yesterday was cool.. Olive and her best bud Sph made papercutout purse dogs with purses and decorated em with my sharpies.  I spent my time like a good mommyDad in the kitchen using up all the beets and carrots that our landlord Mike grew and loaded our fridge with.. I cut em all up with squash.. ginger and apples and blended the shit out of them.. I mixed that pulpy mess with coconut milk and strained it into several cups of crazy red juice.  It was delicious.  The pulp became a soup that now has random stuff in it like hamburger, a few kidney beans, leftover chilli and some odd veggies.. onions garlic and piles of thyme from the garden of course.. my favourite herb.  So the freezer is now full of the stuff.  Another crystal pool swim happened and then we forced our soup on gramma.  She watched Olive while I went to check out Glad Tidings church and the epic religious rock concert.  I haven't been to church in 2 years and feel more comfortable around buddhism or wicca but right now I'm just down with anything that will help me be a better person.  It was pretty entertaining with all the ecstatic arm waving in the air up in the front row but we were up at the back in the balcony so I felt comfortable just watching.  Saw plenty of recovery in the crowd.. in particular I noticed my friend Tre say "praise Jesus!" in a comedic way and his friends started giggling.  My dreams last night were fucked.  The church did something to my head and I had semi nightmares.. or maybe it was all the beet carrot squash apple ginger coconut juice...  Amen

Sunday, 20 November 2016

Look who's got a new jacket.. it's your boy chicken mane.  Olive and I each had a leg and I gave Sweet Pea half a breast.  Lucky cat.  We had a super fresh day.. arts and crafts in the morning.. paper cutout stuff.. pool with JME and kids.. off to the Gworks fairy party.. Orchids in the dumpster.. went to 3 different gas stations.. no loonie no air.. I sulked and the gas dude gave me a dollar.. he had vintage frames on so I guess he realized I was a fellow too.  None of the carwashes worked.  Hit sally ann with no expectations other than a longing for nice pants that fit me really well and a fresh white button up.. boom.  Got that.  Of course then I was on a roll and wanted the sick black coat to complete the new outfit that would carry me till spring.  I was hungry so I popped into that middle eastern store called Fig.. hooked up a hot spanikopita.. some sheep feta, filo, and a fuck off size tub of kalamatas.. I'm finally going to make that olive pie I keep dreaming about.  The Arab dude in Fig always calls me his "neighbour" but I don't remember living beside him.. He's super nice and I always feel like I want to get to know him and the other people that work there.. I can't help feeling though that underneath the warm exterior is a secret cold hate for me and my infidel western culture.  Oh well.. I love his store.. his food.. and fuck it I love him and his employees anyway.  Peace.  I went and picked Olive up.. already on a retail high.. rocking my $20 outfit looking like a $1000.  We cruised to hillside mall to complete my package and read some books at Bolen's.  Got my stripey saxx underwears and then slid through to sears for the jackets.. bumped into Olive's school mate Lv and Tf who were at the perfume counter collecting smelly sample cards like stinky pokemons.. the girls stacked their decks for a bit while I found the winning jacket.  I've always wanted a bomber coat.  Hungry and tired.. coming down from retail intoxication.. we headed home and tore the roast chicken apart before adventure time and bed.. what a great saturday.

Saturday, 19 November 2016

Black is black... I've got my baby back.  Tearful reunion last night after 4 days apart.. we went out for sushi with HP and his kids.. the girls rocked sharpie drawings in the back seat while we rolled though Langford.. watched some nature shows at HPs.. I look up and this massive ostrich is running across the screen being chased by cheetas.. I didn't know Ostriches dressed like old fashion cleaning ladies or molly maids.. we all got a good chuckle out of that one.. HP started doing voices of the bugs when the chameleon's tongue snapped them up "aaaaaagh!" it was hilarious.  Today we are going to a pancake brexit and a birthday party at gardenworks.. the kids are making fairy houses in jars.. I'm going to clean the van now because I pulled a U turn without putting the lid on our juice after red barn last night and the floor of the van is now all cherry lemonade.  I started working on the hockey samurais last night and grabbbed a bunch of bumblebee references for Ron Hexagon from the flyers.

Thursday, 17 November 2016

I love UK Grime music.. here's a few educational links. North London South London.

Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference.
New this holiday season.. it's the serenity coffee cup.  Made with 100% higher power.
Today was strange.. a few hours house meeting..cup painting..QV chillin with the Heff..Clm..Captain Chris and the thursday night kids.  It was good to pound a few drip dark roasts and bust little outlines in my little book.  Like a time machine back to when I was a young graff student hangin in cafes.  It's not too late.. but it is too late to give a shit about how narrow minded the graff perspective on art is.. I am completely beyond being judged in the framework of graffiti art.  It surprises me how little most graff kids care about seeing beyond burners and tags and evolving into their own unique creative being.  Oh well.. there is fun in satirizing the scene so why should I mind.  "That piece is fuckin SICK".  I bought some old scifi paperbacks at VV today.  OK

Wednesday, 16 November 2016

Home from the endless stair painting vortex.  Listened to professor blastoff podcast all day..  Not a big fan of Tig Nataro but Kyle Dunnigan does a great Trump.  David Huntsberger is the brainy one and his standup is pretty good.  The podcast is no longer producing but I enjoyed most of it.  I got dissed for not being a "clean" painter.. having paint on my white pants and getting paint on the lip of the roll tray.. pouring the can from the front side which covered the label of the can with paint.. shit like that which old school housepainters are concerned with.  Never mind the fact I did a great job painting the stairs.. haha I'm just venting.. the guy that hired me is an old family friend and a wonderful person that teaches relationship and marriage skills to people.. yeah people.  He uses a house diagram as a puzzle that the couple has to put together, together.. and the key part is that it has a foundation that is made with faith.. whatever your faith is.. I'm not sure what my faith is but I believe there are dark and light sides to the universal energy field.. etc etc etc.
Black cat purring on my lap.. black coffee.. black mirror all done.  So now of course I check out the discussion.  Charlie Brooker! what a great dude.  From a youtube review show called ODD TV -"In an era of popular opinion driven zombie clones, there's something refreshing about a creator that's willing to put it all out there..."  from the show-"Authenticity is is in woefully short supply."  And of course Charlie Brooker is a fan of our boy Rod Serling and the Twilight Zone.  Time to go to thrifties and get sausage rolls.. gotta load up some podcasts for today.

Tuesday, 15 November 2016

Smokin bones in the staircase.. spent the day at the top of belmont st painting 6 flights of stairs at the rockland.  Rocking the Neil Degrasse Tyson podcast startalk.  I cant remember much but it felt good to hear cool people chattin about astophysics.. cosmology.. exoplanets etc.. I'm too tired to get into explaining anything right now.  Maybe I will elaborate in the morning.

Monday, 14 November 2016

Going to bed as soon as I get home from biking to the meeting tonight.  Did my gardening and yoga today.. got the studio ready for part 2 of trying to put out another body of work.  Didn't get to sorting my records.. high grading the garbage out and matching lost covers with their vinyls.  I have some work tomorrow painting 6 flights of stairs.. haha yep.  Stairs.  Listened to a radiolab podcast about why we laugh.. it was ok.. apparently it's a social thing to let others know we aren't going to eat them.  ok.  Doesn't explain why I laugh to myself all the time but that's fine.  I phoned the Victoria laptop guy about souping up my macbooks with the solid states etc.  gotta get serato going so I can hopefully do a party soon.. It's time to hit the meeting.  Grant me the serenity.

Sunday, 13 November 2016

Teen titans with olive..  family yoga this morning in the gym.. I can't do handstands but I'm trying.. we got a better binder from staples but it's hard to find a binder that stands out from the rest. They are all garbage. I bought a 22 pack of sharpies on impulse because sharpies are rad and we need more art supplies.  You should never go cheap on supplies when your kid wants to colour.  I've been such a cheapskate all my life with paint it's time to pull out the stops.  I didn't do any art this weekend but I'm unemployed this week so I think I will get the hockey samurai series out and get back to work. Just me and the turntables.. shitloads of tea and snacks and no wacky tabaccy.. we swam at esquimalt pool tonight and Santa Claus was doing photos in the lobby.. we were both grumpy about it and had to push and shove our way out the door.  I'm really trying to work on my attitude.  People say I always seem unimpressed with everything and I don't feel that's true but I do need to quit criticizing people in my head.   Namaste motherfucker!  I think I'm going to sniff some sharpies
This morning's 8am sunday important task involves binders.  It seems Olive's hand me down binder has a case of the gaps or simply the rings don't stay tight enough to hold the pokemon card pages.. causing endless frustration for the 6 year old who swears she just fixed all the pages.  Now she is taking all the damn cards out and putting them in different pages with a sour look on her face.  We are prisoners until the shops open to sell us a new binder.  I can remember obsessing over my hockey cards when I was little.  Bugging my parents to drive my friends and I to the memorabilia shop in market square.  Obviously I will never forget the smell and taste of the gum in the packs of cards and the feel of the waxy paper.  All that memory and I sold the collection to a landlord when i was short on rent money.  Olive is wondering why her friend Sph's mom hasnt texted us back about playdate today.. maybe its because of the bill cosby kids book i added to her present last week.  "the meanest thing" it was called.. perfect for your best friend who always sent you home crying from daycare..  I couldn't help it.. I thought it was hilarious.  I just fed the Betta fish we call Sarah.. I decided to keep her even though Olive has lost interest in it like the rubix cube she convinced me to buy yesterday.  Just shelling out toonies everywhere.. I had put an ad on usedvictoria in the pet section to sell the fish and of course I added some of my humour in it..  I guess I was being passive agressive and said my daughter was bored with her fish and we wanted to find it a new home because we got a cat.  I underestimated the power of animal rights trollers.  I didn't respond to guitarpixgurl but I would have replied with.."So do you want the fish?".  Imagine me getting a puppy.. as if.


Saturday, 12 November 2016

Olive and Rb are making fortune tellers with the origami paper we got at the Sally Ann and writing innapropriate things in them.  The Vintage Buck store in Odeon alley was closed and I wasted a whole toonie on parking and had a mild spazz in public so we went to fujiya for sushi and did some thrifting.  The guy at dirty salvo was way too friendly and kept coming on the intercom saying "don't forget folks that furniture is 75% off".  Olive got a monster high book and Rb got a fancy little hat plus the origami papes.  We swam at the Crystal for a few hours.. reggae pokemons with K's crew.. L and MJ.. thankful cake.  I wish I could make something cool with connex toys but all i can do is abstract sculpture instead of cog functioning machinery.  duh... trying to remember what I did today is like a rubix cube.  Tonights bedtime episode of adventure time was dope.. and we hadn't seen it which is a miracle but that's the bonus of skipping around randomly instead of watching in sequential order.  It was one of the multiverse episodes where they break down the science of the show.  It's also nice to check in with Prismo and eat some pickles.  I'm in a strange mood tonight and should probably not watch any more black mirror but I have snacks from Jackie's work and I drank coffee late in the day so hopefully I don't scare the shit out of myself.  I need to paint something tomorrow somehow but it looks like Pikachu has my day planned already.  Olive suggested we make triangle shaped pokemon cards.. wow.. that's genius.  I'd like to see some battle star gallactica style ones where they cut the corners.  I gave sweet pea some Coq aux Vin.. and lamb shanks or something like that.. tried to get her to snuggle but she buggered off to the couch.  lucky little cat.
Morning with Mishoomis.  Olive is reading to me from her home reading program.. she is doing very well and seems to enjoy creating books and learning to read and write more than any other crafts so far.  She loves to draw and make things with cardboard and she "likes to snuggle her dad so much and she likes to snuggle her cat".  Haha thanks honey.  We had our friends Ch and JJ and A over for our usual snack plate last night.  We made a yoghurt dip with fresh dill in it for the kids and the grownups had a spicy dip!  Sweet Pea went out dancing last night and came in the door early this morning when I got up to go pee.  Olive thinks that is funny.  I had a re purposed droor that I painted white, nailed to the lath and plaster wall that was filled with shopkins, spongebob toys, trashies and finn from adventure teezy...  however, I hadn't landed the nails in a stud so it wasn't secure and poor little JJ grabbed onto it and it fell onto the table and showered JJ with toys.  It didn't hurt her, thank god, but it gave her a good scare and she started to cry.  A fixed that quickly with twinkle twinkle little star and we got a giggle when JJ all of a sudden stopped crying and broke into song.. promptly instructing her mom to change the song to ABC.. "now ABC momma!"  We were all tired especially Olive because she stayed up late at her sleepover and I watched too much Black Mirror.  Today we hope to play with Rb and this morning we are doing art.

Friday, 11 November 2016

Resentment as my higher power... haha.  I'm joking.  It's just that I,m grumpy this morning and have again reached the point at meetings where I am getting sick of hearing the talk.  I did hear some good things though about Good Orderly Direction.. and praying as a path to understanding.  I just ate my daily soft boiled eggs but this time I dipped em in hot sauce like justin does.  I figured it might improve my attitude.  last night's black mirror episodes once again terrified me of the internet.  Although the characters had committed acts which were immoral.. it was still awful watching them suffer at the hands of anonymous texts.  God I hope I can stay away from facebook for as long as possible.  I continue to have great youtube show ideas but lack the drive to make time for them.  I still hope to refine my interests to some sort of focus.  Right now I need to meditate on my next mural job.. that should come first.  I need to paint a mural.  God grant me the opportunity to create a mural for someone who needs my service.  I'm going to garden now and then be superdad.  Thank you to all the veterans and may I someday have half the strength and endurance they had.  Peace.

Thursday, 10 November 2016

Took the kids for fish and chips at Paul's motor inn... she's sleeping over at her friends so its me and the attack cat in bed with black mirror tonight.  What a crazy show.  Here we go..  Had a great chat with my buddy Jackie today.  It's good to know as many cool parents as I do.  Rembrance day tomorrow.. maybe I could sneak a quick spray for the veterans.
Just bought a bunch of herb tea.. Celestial seasonings is always on sale for 3 bux a box so I just get that.. I boil up a pot of water and toss like 6 bags of whatever in and then drink it through the day.  It's boiling now.  I've got crazy dust allergy sniffles and a mild cold today.  Should I take an antihisto? I guess so.  I'm too lazy.. I'd rather sneeze hard out my nose piece and shower snot on the floor.  I should mention that in writing this blog I'm trying to make amends for my second drop of english 161 at camosun college.  I have to focus on recovery more because I'm not safe without meetings every day or every second day.  I still haven't rebuilt my social circles with sober people.. of course I will never disown my homeys and my past in the graffiti and electronic music communities but how do you stay sober in that scene?  why do I still love drug music?  Oh well.. I am doing well and have a strong foundation of being myself and doing my own on my own.  It would just be nice to have some new networks of young people that do cool shit and don't get fucked up.  I did some gardening yesterday.. gonna do some more today.  The house is clean.. even the bathtub is scrubbed.  Those fabric softener sheets really get the soap scum off.  A guy at the meeting this morning asked me if I was making art... I don't know.. no I guess.  He berated me for not fulfilling my duty as an artist to produce and told me my energy was a bit fucked at the moss st paint in... haha jesus christ.  Maybe its because I was trying to do a live painting while babysitting 2 crazy 6 year old girls?

Wednesday, 9 November 2016

More I think about it the better it sounds, keeping a blog.  Listening to CASISDEAD, looking for new grime tunes while I clean the house.  Olive comes back tomorrow just in time to trash the house again with good clean kid fun.  Just heard some good new Wiley tunes with Pmoney JME and Devlin.  Eating spaghettini with garlic and tons of Manzanillo olive oil from spain.  Dropped $20 on 375 ml. at olive the senses gourmet olive oil shop.  Just switched the music vibe to liquid DnB with some london elektricity on hospital records.  When I'm cleaning the house I've learned to take it easy one room at at a time.  The chaos doesn't get to me anymore because I take it easy and get comfortable in the insanity of clutter.  It is very therapeutic.  Might go to the pool tonight and watch Lillehammer on netflix.

Monday, 24 October 2016

Good evening.  I used to write in journals at cafes... but those were the days when hotmail was hot and myspace was new.  Now there are too many choices and my website feels old fashion.  Are blogs old fashion?  I like the fact that a blog is so obscure now that I can spill my thoughts online and no one will read it.  Maybe i wont even update it but who cares.  Right now I am listening to an interview with the voices of Finn and Jake from adventure time.  I taught my art class at the rec centre today and I got rejected by a girl.  At least I'm not on tinder.  Getting rejected is ok.  I have a kid, I'm older than college girls, and I'm super unique.  Damaged goods or good damage?  remember Jeru the damaja? haha what happened to that dude...  good rapper anyway.