Today at work V

Today at work an octagon was built that was maybe say...6ft across? It was built outside on an empty patio as there was no room in the busy busy wood shop to put such a big thing together. Only after it was built was it realized that the thing wouldn't fit back in the doors. We were told the only doors to the patio could not be opened because they were for emergency's only (..? Um. ) So we had to flip it over a fence and lower it roughly 8ft to the ground and wheel it back around Mission, onto 3rd, at 6:30...(busy corner) to the loading dock.

And Again.

Don't ever forget:

Participation mystique. A term derived from anthropology and the study of primitive psychology, denoting a mystical connection, or identity, between subject and object. (See also archaic, identification and projection.)

[Participation mystique] consists in the fact that the subject cannot clearly distinguish himself from the object but is bound to it by a direct relationship which amounts to partial identity. . . . Among civilized peoples it usually occurs between persons, seldom between a person and a thing. In the first case it is a transference relationship . . . . In the second case there is a similar influence on the part of the thing, or else an identification with a thing or the idea of a thing.[Definitions," CW 6, par. 781.]

[Identity] is a characteristic of the primitive mentality and the real foundation of participation mystique, which is nothing but a relic of the original non-differentiation of subject and object, and hence of the primordial unconscious state. It is also a characteristic of the mental state of early infancy, and, finally, of the unconscious of the civilized adult.[Ibid., par. 741.]

Coast To Coast.

These tags are in a bathroom at work.
These tags are also all over in Pittsburgh (though as I haven't seen them in awhile, they could be different styles/artists).
Right path?

Study: Light: Color

Hot Air Balloons.

Remember the time we went to the gun bash and drank Budweiser out of beer-cooler-trailers and how Danielle won a camouflaged semi-automatic rifle and we got heckled by the locals for looking like "G-20 protesters" and "Latinos" and we saw a hot air balloon and more camo than you could shake a stick at and we ran around when it was over drinking out of half empty glasses and Danielle and Claire almost got us busted for trying to knock over the port-a-potty with the guy in it who hit on Danielle, degraded her, and who she threw her beer on and then we drove around recklessly, pissing in chain restaurants parking lots and when we got home we all marveled at how incredibly strange and magical the whole day was and then promptly all passed out, some of us naked, on the couch?

I do.

Somewhere, a disco ball from my past.

It's only make believe, it's something that I do, I love you.

Edit: (also, since it seems fitting, happy new year)

In liue of ACTUAL meanderings....

I've been meandering the internet.
Here are two articles talking about how people talking about "Political" things are in fact talking about "Nothing at all."

Sarah Palin, the WWE Star
Glenn Beck Loving Grandma, also loves gay grandchildren and republicans.

And I concur.


And also. If you just don't want read, but think it's an equivalent use of your next 8 minutes to watch video instead. Here is (from the first article) some video of alot of people, saying alot of "Nothing at all"

This is my love.

This is what my bicycle looks like, when it's seat and seat post are stolen, and I lean it up against a palm tree in the median of Guerrero, while on the way to get a new seat and post and put it on my credit card because I straight up can't afford that shit...

Roof IV

Gay Frat Film and A/V Department.

Oh Days gone by. Watching some found 16mm in the patio. Aided by lights of varying color temperatures and hues.
*click for larger

A Year Ago.

A year ago this weekish I came to San Francisco. Scratch that, a year ago today-ish I came back from San Francisco.

A month ago I moved to San Francisco.

It took a little less than a year.

Simply reflecting. Time to leave the house.
Post office, Art store, Four Barrel Coffee, New Friends Via Pittsburgh, Bruce LaBruce. Hope everyone else has had a year as forward moving.

Ladies of the Canyon/Winter/Night

Looking Pasty Ladies.

Penn and Main Skyline

From the Penn and Main fortress, row house kingdom.
I'd click for a little larger version were I you, being myself.