Anodyne
Friday, December 30, 2005
 

Waiting by the side of the road
For day to break so we could go
Down into Los Angeles
With dirty hands and worn out knees...

The ranger came with burning eyes
The chambermaid awoke surprised
thought she'd seen the last of him
She shook her head and let him in...

(Tom Petty, Crawling Back to You)

EXT. DENNY'S RESTAURANT - HOLLYWOOD - NIGHT

We drift along the red bricks past the payphone, along the
wall until we come to the corner. Slowly we round the corner
and move to a dark alley. There amongst the dumpsters and
trash cans is the dark silhouette of a figure. We move closer
to the figure. It is the bum and the bum sits. We move
closer and the bum's face fills the screen. Its face is
black with fungus. Its eyes turn and they seem to be red.

(David Lynch, Mulholland Drive)

 

In Nevada, with Tolagson, a camera, and the cats.

I can't imagine a better end to 2005.

Many thanks to brother dru, SGB, Peter Culley, Adam Harrison, Stephen Tong, Constant Readers Gwenedd Pickett, John Latta, Reiko Tagami, & James Nadiger, the Vancouver artworld, & etc.

Back mid-January.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
 
Phone: Ring!

CJB: Pulpfiction Books.

Bellowing Lady: THE BOOKSTORE?

CJB: The same.

BL: DO YOU HAVE ANY ALBANIAN COOKBOOK?

CJB: Let me think. No.

[click]

Albanians have always struck me as too tough to cook.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
 

Honore Daumier, Mountebanks Resting, 1870
Norton Simon Museum, Pasadena, California

My favorite among the Norton Simon's dense holdings, and a picture I'll be visiting next week, as part of a two week road trip to California, Arizona, and Nevada, along with Jamie T., the cats, the camera, and far too much camping gear. The plan is to make a "portfolio" of between twelve and sixteen images of the US Southwest, but plans change, and the result could be anything from a single oversize image to some kind of limited edition self-published book.

Other plans? Soak in Spencer's Hot Springs, visit the Black Bear Diner and the Original House of Pancakes, scramble up Oak Creek Canyon, and, with a little bit of luck, lounge at the rail of a low-limit craps table.
Monday, December 26, 2005
 

Untitled (Jigsaw), 2005

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