Saturday, January 31, 2009

When Evil Finds

Dogs are comin' north up the river road. It's like they always have a sense when my arrival is due. My dogs, and what dusty, dirty little angels they are today. Minnie Mouse, Micky and Puddles.

Guess lots of cars have been goin' back and forth to the boat club today. A pack of drunk river dogs who can't afford to dock at the Pinehurst Country Club. Cherry is the mom, but she got flattened over by the graveyard exit by crazy drinkers goin' as fast as they could to go see the boat races or maybe to go all the way north up the river road to have sex.

Smelly sex where you can't get it off of you after you spit on your hands and try to rub it off or even take a bath with two tablespoons of bleach. If people could be honest with themselves they would know that the smell never comes off.

When evil finds a home there is no cleanin' house.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Ingrid Bergman

Ingrid Bergman is captured by Gordon Parks while making Stromboli. (1949)

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Norwegian-Styled Graffiti

This past Summer, the Norwegian government invited two well-known street artists by the names of Dolk and Pobel to turn abandoned warehouses and houses into something a bit more attractive.

They took care of Lofoten, a district of Nordland in Norway.

The art bears a striking similarity with Bansky. Nonetheless, here is some creative street art from Norway.

Friday, January 23, 2009


The main problem was Marion's husband, who was alternately high on alcohol and ether. The alcohol Tennessee didn't mind, but the smell of ether drove him crazy.

Regis had a glass eye and one evening, during dinner, to emphasize a point, he threw it at his mother-in-law. It landed in her soup. A lesser woman might have fainted, or screamed, but not Mrs. Black.

She rose to the top of Tennessee's list of gentlewomen. As though nothing had happened, she removed it gracefully with her soup spoon and passed it to Marion, saying she believed it was something that Regis had lost.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009


Edwina found a sad young man sitting in the midst of his nice furniture. His wife had left him, and he didn't want any of it again.

Edwina bought it all, some of which she kept for more than half a century.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Friday, January 16, 2009

Catherine Coulson

My super friend, Catherine Coulson and her daughter unit, Zoey.

San Francisco, California

Last century.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Villa d'Este

Stairs to Nick and Lisa Love's old apartment.

Last century.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Bill Reid Hollywood Producer

"I'm sad to say, that I myself have uncovered many nebulous enormities in this script."

Friday, January 9, 2009


The sun shines bright, the beaches are wide and inviting, and the orange groves stretch far as the eye can see. There are jobs a plenty, and land is cheap. Every working man can have his own house. And inside every house, a happy, All-American family. You can have all this, and who knows? You can be discovered, become a movie star, or at least see one. Life is good in Los Angeles. It's paradise on earth.

But all is not well. Ever since the disco ball broke, it created a vacuum. And it's only a matter of time before someone with balls of steel tries to fill it.

Casxio @ Cinespace – Sunday Jan 11th, 2009
6356 Hollywood Blvd on the top floor
Free before 10:30
Ages 18+
after 10:30 $5 (for 21+) / $10 (for 18+)

Remember, you heard it here first, off the record, on the QT and very hush hush.

See you there Bettina!

Thursday, January 8, 2009

There Are Occasions

Know how to make use of stupidity: The wisest man plays this card at times.

There are occasions when the highest wisdom consists in appearing not to know - you must not be ignorant but capable of playing it.

It is not much good being wise among fools and sane lunatics. He who poses as a fool is not a fool.

The best way to be well received by all is to clothe yourself in the skin of the dumbest of brutes.

Baltasar Gracian, 1601 -1658

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Authority In Nonaction

The enlightened ruler is so mysterious that he seems to dwell nowhere, so inexplicable that no one can seek him.

He reposes in nonaction above, and his ministers tremble below.

Han-fei-tzu, Chinese philosopher, third century B.C.

Monday, January 5, 2009

David On David. That's Mr. Lowery To You.

The first day I arrived here in Monteverde, I found myself plagued by those same ungodly tooth pains with which I was beset upon my arrival in Chicago two months ago. They were so inflamed that, after a day in bed, I marched myself straight to Dr. Francisco, the only dentist in this moist and verdant hamlet. He sat me down and promptly gave me five fillings. Then he informed me that my upper righthand wisdom tooth was broken - the source of all that misery! I asked him if he could remove it and he laughed and then shot me full of novacaine, got out his pliers (his assistant ran screaming from the room) and yanked that sucker out. The novacaine took effect about five minutes later.

There are several differences between going to the dentist in the states and in the mountains of Costa Rica. One is the price - even if I had insurance at home, I wouldn't have gotten away so clean. Furthermore, in the US, your fillings will not be smelted by a sixteen year old girl who's decided to hang out in the office that day because she has a passing interest in dentistry. Your dentist will not say things like "Jesus Christ, that's a strong tongue!" And lastly, because the federal government has classified extracted teeth as medical waste, you don't get to keep the spoils of your oral surgery in a cute little rubber mouse manufactured explicitly for making keepsakes of old molars and such.

It's the perfect souvenir.

Friday, January 2, 2009

If Only

Can you imagine how big Jesus would be if only he'd played the guitar?

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Pinecone Stew