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June

Howdy Outer Space,

It's been a while since I've put any energy into this place, so I decided to take a couple of minutes to freshen up and post an update. I'm currently reading "Geek Love" by Katherine Dunn. I spotted it on a bookshelf in a bar and borrowed it. It's freakish and great so far.

On July 15th, my company will have its first birthday. I wonder how many gallons of sweat I've lost toiling under the fireball this past year to get to this point. I've lost some friends and burned some bridges along the way but learned a lot about myself and tons about running a business. My clientele list is growing and I've started landing some huge contracts. (For me, anyway.) Right now, I've got a contract for a $70,000 capital improvement project on a shopping center in my hands. I've never made this kind of money before. It's exciting. I wish I would've started sooner.

I don't regret the years I spent organizing, however. Those days and months really prepared me for my current endeavors. It taught me how to communicate with every type of person imaginable. Those years were also packed with adventures, sex, drugs, and rock and roll. I think most of it is out of my system. The drugs, that is. I'm still addicted to every thing else. Those were some good times though, full of friends that hung around.

It's been four months since I last had a sip of alcohol. I thought it would be harder, given that I drank profusely for years, occasionally stopping to shower and brush my teeth or something. I don't even think about it unless I'm at a bar with friends, where usually I'll order a non-alcoholic beer to swig on. It looks and tastes like beer so my mind says "Close enough. Relax, buddy." Not really, but I have been enjoying the "Near Beer".

The recording studio is almost fully operational. There's just a few more gadgets to purchase including a new acoustic guitar. (A present to myself for completing the huge job we just started) Soon, I will be recording more songs and uploading them here to rest peacefully in cyberspace until the day comes when they are needed to pull mankind from the muck. They will sail into the atmosphere and recombine within the airwaves, unzipping hidden DNA and unlocking the purpose of mankind.

Until the first note is played a week or so from now, farewell.

P.S - Did I mention I'm also buying a boat? Yea. With a cabin. I'm tired of watching people sail off into the sunset from the shore. I will pierce that sunset before the year is through... Mark my words.


Collaboration and Swine Flu

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Swine flu? Really? It was only a matter of time. For millions of years, infectious diseases have passed from animal to animal. So what's the big deal? I heard that the fever can raise your temperature so high, it feals like you're bakin'! Get it? HA!

The Center for Disease Control said the symptoms of swine flu include fever, aches, and an uncontrollable desire to roll in the mud. The only known cure for Swine Flu has been found to be the liberal application of oinkment. One of these might also work...



Since we may be totally screwed on this one, prayer might be the only answer. Behold, the Patron Saint of Bacon!

Saint Anthony
Protector of pigs, hermits, gravediggers and epileptics.

Saint Anthony was heralded as a modest and courteous man. He lived for 20 years barricaded in an abandoned fort, having contact with people only when his admirers broke in. Known for healing skin diseases and inflammations, he is often depicted with a pig because pork fat was used as a treatment with similar results. Being identified with pigs led the swine herders to take him as their patron. For this reason, he has become the Patron Saint of Bacon.

This figure pictures him with a frying pan with two strips of crispy, delicious bacon.



Prayer to Assist with the Enjoyment of Quality Bacon:
O wonderous St. Anthony, please bless me with an abundance of quality bacon and grant me the patience and timing to properly fry each glorious strip. Amen.



In other news, my good friend Nick Thompson whom I met in Austin years ago, recently contacted me on Facebook. He's been living in Hawaii with his lovely wife and baby girl. He quickly convinced me to start an AOL IM or AIM account so we could share recorded tracks. Interesting that in my last post I mentioned getting back into recording. The synchronicities and manifestations never cease. So, we're planning on recording an album in outer space between New Orleans and Hawaii. Once we get the ball rolling, I'll probably fly out there since I've got a free place to stay. Round trip tickets are only around $550. I'm visiting Austin very soon as well. Some friends came in for Jazz Fest and their auras really made me miss it. So, if I don't die of pig flu, the future's looking bright. If it decides to become a pandemic, that's cool too. I ain't scared.

As Porky Pig would say: "Weebada-weebada-tha-tha-that's all folks!"

Writer's Block: Gone.

Well, I'm back in jury duty again. Only three more days this month and I'm done. Work has slowed a bit but is steady. Laurie decided to take a couple of months off (aka: she quit her job) to finish up her PhD in urban planning and health & human services. She'll be bringing in the big bucks soon.

It's been a year and fifteen days since I last wrote and recorded a song on this blog and I'm happy to report that the writer's block is over! I don't know exactly what happened, but yesterday, thoughts started pouring out of my head into my lap and onto the floorboard of my car. I had to pull over and wildly scratch them down on a piece of junk mail before they escaped into the atmosphere.

When I got home I picked up my guitar, tuned it to Open D, and ripped it up like never before. Something needs to be delivered. It's out there in the breeze. I don't know exactly what it is, but my renewed brain power is a sign that I should start recording again this week.

Last night, I invented several amazing things in my dreams. I wish I could remember what they were. I think my IQ is up to around 150 today. More to come.


Success, Art, and Jury Duty.

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Ahh, How sweet it is to be alive! Many great things have been whirling towards me from the farthest regions of the universe as of late. And they will keep coming for I finally have it. The precious jewel of proper perception. Countless occurrences are compounding at an alarming rate and pushing me towards financial independence and freedom far quicker than I expected. I will be a millionaire in five years if I don’t fly into space in two.

Currently, I’m sitting on the front porch smoking a Cuban cigar and sipping on a cold glass of soy milk. I’m also reading “The Know-It-All” by A.J. Jacobs, and the current issues of Scientific American and Success magazine. Both are equally fascinating.

A lot has happened in the last couple of weeks. Let’s see…

I bought a work van for my company. It’s a Ford E250 with built in tool boxes and a steel wall between the front seats and the back. And since there’s no back window, it’s impenetrable, so I can leave my tools safely locked inside, along with any fat children I might coax into “going to get a Happy Meal”…. It looks a serial killer van.

I also got a new car. I traded a 1980 Mercedes Benz (the one I was going to make Biodiesel for) with 310,000 miles on it for a 2002 Ford Taurus with 75,000 miles on it. Decent! It runs great and has an air conditioner, which I haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing in YEARS. Oh, AND a radio!

I got a call to refinish an outdoor kitchen for the owner of ReMax Realtors (Southeast Quadrant), and she invited me to do a presentation in front of 47 of her best employees. If you didn’t know, ReMax sells a SHIT-TON of real estate. You have to sell a couple of million dollars a year just to be hired by them. So, that’s extremely promising.

Oh yeah, this deserves a post all by itself, but the Studio at Colton has invited me in to its bosom! Colton School sits on the edge of the Fauxberg Marigny just outside the French Quarter. Before Hurricane Katrina closed its doors, it was a normal public school. Lots of re-shuffling took place afterwards and it was never reopened, until now. It is now a public art cooperative managed by the Creative Alliance of New Orleans (CANO). This building takes up an entire city block and is filled with common creative workplaces members can share. There’s music studios, darkrooms, dance studios, painting galleries, a green screen room, a kiln for pottery, an 1100 seat theater, and tons more. There are still some rooms left to occupy and I’m getting one. I’ve been invited to first work my magic in the grand entryway. I’m thinking of doing a sacred geometry themed piece. (i.e. The golden spiral, the flower of life, ect.) I’m also installing a statue. Anyways, the way you pay for your studio space is by giving back to the community a few times a month by teaching classes to kids in your field of expertise or if you’re not an expert, holding workshops and allowing people to release their creativity. Here's an awesome slideshow from Colton.

Speaking of statues, I’m getting into cement furniture. Stained concrete is beautiful, and I figure I can use my Spray Top to spray cement right over wood furniture and then stain and polish it. Now I’m not saying I’m an alchemist, but I can turn your dining room table into marble. This will lead to designing furniture in-house and having my own showroom. From there, I will branch out and become extremely wealthy. As you can see, I’ve started speaking of the future as though it has already happened. That’s the key. Follow my lead. It’s working.

Let’s see. What else? Oh yeah.

I’m getting out of jury duty tomorrow, and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop me. Do you hear me Judicial Branch?! I spent two hours last night researching the most effective ways to do so and learned that I was a shoe-in for dismissal.

First of all, you have to show up the first day or they’ll find you in contempt and you’ll wind up covering your ass at parish lockup for a few days. I’ve been in there a couple of times and seen some crazy shit man… Anyways, from what I gather, you go in with like 30 other people and the judge asks you a series of questions while the lawyers take notes. Questions like:

What do you do for a living? Awesome. I happen to know that if you own a small business, there’s a good chance they’ll let you off the hook. With the “bad economy” and all, they don’t want to slow down the gears.

Are you friends with any police officers or lawyers? Kick-ass! My brother-in-law is a lawyer! They don’t want to deal with anyone who has been too close to the inner workings of their tangled web of bureaucracy. It scares them. Essentially, they’re looking for sheep to buy their arguments. Sorry if anyone reading this has served.

Do you or anyone in your family have a criminal record? Nope. Actually, my great uncle may have killed someone, but no one knows for sure. I think this question boils down to whether or not you trust the police. I might jump in on this one and say “No. But my home was burglarized in October and they took everything I own. It could’ve been anyone in this room. And the police? They did nothing.” Just to pad my lead…

After the initial questions, you’re excused so the lawyers can argue over who stays and goes. So it goes from 30 (which I made up) to 20. (yet another fictitious number) If I’m still around after that, which I won’t be, we proceed to step 2. Angry Prick.

The lawyers now jump in and start asking questions to test your wit and sheepishness. So, morons and Christians is what they’re gunning for. Now it’s time for the magic statement. Use this. It will work: “It angers me that the judicial system has suppressed the right of Jury Nullification...”

Or: “I think that we have way too many laws and they are tangling up our liberties. I strictly follow the constitution.”

There you have it. I’ll see you in Success Magazine.

P.S. - I was gonna post this yesterday but didn't. I went in today for jury selection and they didn't even call my name!! WTF!! I still have to go in from 9am-1pm twice a week for the rest of the month just to wait around to be called. Only then can I unleash my ammo. Weak!

Peace.

Recession. Whatever.

Howdy all,

My company is awesome. February damn near killed me with the bad economy and all, but then I realized that it was all in my head! All it really means is that my weak-ass competition is failing because they're incapable of thinking outside the box and marketing themselves effectively! Duh.

Last week, I started going through the phone book. I looked up every architectural firm, interior designer, landscape company, and general contractor in New Orleans. Then I went to their websites. I copied the emails of everyone in these companies and pasted them categorically into a word document. Two days ago, I created a SLIDESHOW and BAM! I blasted everyone in town instantly.

Since then, I've landed a three day job starting tomorrow for $9500 and am scheduled to meet a very talented architect this weekend.

I also got a call from a real estate agent who wants an estimate to resurface a Strip Mall! Yep. 11,000 sq. ft. of strip mall sidewalk. Price tag: $40,000.00

It's amazing what a positive outlook can do. Peace.

P.S. I just got a new toy called Spray Top. It sprays concrete like paint and can be sprayed in thirty colors. D.R. Design, LLC is the only company in Southeast Louisiana to have one! Check out the before and after...


Aw Yeah..

On Broken Limbs and Boredom

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Hello, fellow bipedal carbon units,

I realize that no one reads this anymore and that's ok. Blogs are give and take, and no one will follow your ramblings unless you acknowledge theirs (in most cases). I might go forth and catch up with some of you after these time-murdering moments. I'm so bored right now, just seeing these letters magically appear on this laptop is enough to distract me from the pain radiating from my upper right torso.

I'm currently reading four books, web-surfing, typing with one hand, and writing a song. Ever since I was robbed of the use of my brilliant right arm, I've been confined to walking like Igor, one quarter of my skeleton sagging and heaving upon my organs as I bemoan my self-inflicted malady.

"So you broke your collar bone. Stop the whining!", you may say. But hey, I'm a man, and most men like to rack up as much pity and unnecessary coddling as possible when it comes down to a bodily injury.
I'm am pitiful and hurty. I deserve: a backrub, a spongebath, and a hot meal prepared with care.
I'm pretty sure I have a fever as well... Did you hear me? A Fever! I'll likely not survive the night.

Anyways, I've got no attention span right now, so I'm gonna hobble to the kitchen and bake half a cake.

Peace.

Happy Mardi Gras. Ow.

Happy Mardi Gras everyone! I hope that you all have a sweet freakin' day. Carnival in New Orleans is the butterfly after the cold of winter and today is Fat Tuesday, a day to revel in all that is unholy before the Lenten season and Easter attempts to remind you that there are groups of people who think you are evil and that they hold all of the answers in baskets full of plastic grass and chocolate.

Some friends of mine from Colorado are down here visting and Saturday night we decided to ride our bikes to the Endymion parade in Mid-City. After much substance abuse and frollicking, we decided to venture homeward. At some point, I lost control of basic motor skills and balance and careened off of the street. Fred yanked me up and we continued home, which was still a few miles away. I suppose I was in so much pain, I fell twice more.

The next morning, I couldn't move, so I laid in bed all day. Laurie was furious at my blatant disregard for my own safety and threatened to leave me.

Yesterday, I went to the Emergency Room. It was like some freakish waiting room for admittance to Hell. Drug addled clowns and drunken grandmothers in leather cat-suits and feather boas were sprawled across the couches in a scene from Beetlejuice. Police officers were subduing screaming, toothless men in straight jackets and orange parish prison outfits. I was sober and in large amounts of pain.

Long story short, I've got a fractured hand and a snapped collar bone. I'll be out of commission for a few weeks, and hopefully during that time I can figure out a way to run my business from my couch. I can hear the brass bands playing in the streets from my porch and I'm currently very envious of everyone with intact skeletal systems. At least I've got some pain pills. That's the only way I'm able to type with this cracked hand.

I feel that this might be the straw that broke the camels clavicle. I'm ready to move again and start over. No more boozin' and destroying myself. Damn you NOLA! I won't let you kill me this time. Just give me a little time to heal...

Numerology 101: Key Traits of Each Number

The Number One:

The Creative, Male, Dominant, Alpha, Leader, Ambition,
Initiation, Individualism, Self, Arrogance, Aggression,
Attainment, Happiness, Fulfillment, Glory, Fame, Birth,
Fire, Unique, Omniscience

The Number Two:

The Submissive, Female, Dualism, Cooperation, Consideration,
Cooperation, Balance, Mediation, The Other, Love,
Flexibility, Adaptability, Grace, Dance, Harmony, Devotion,
Obedience, The Subconscious, Water, Soul Mate,

The Number Three:

The Divided, Triangle, Multiples, The Holy Trinity, Faith,
Hope and Charity, Expression, Speech, Wit, Society, Art,
Culture, Sensuality, Sorrow, Immaturity, Passion, Air,
Surprise, Spontaneity, Change, Sex

The Number Four:

The Builder, Foundation, Stability, Patriarchy, Power,
Progress, Earth, Justice, Ability, Manual Dexterity,
Practical, Law, The Conscious Mind, Civilization,
Traditional, Profit, Wisdom, Commerce, Health, Conviction

The Number Five:

The Visionary, Expansion, Opportunity, The Matriarchy,
Adventure, Imagination, Story-telling, Symbols,
The Subconscious Mind, Individualism, Freedom, Healing,
Miracle, Choices, Unconditional Love, Mercy, Kindness,
Invention, Resourceful, The New Age, Assistant.

The Number Six:

The Protector, Provider, Healer, Nurturing, Children,
Empathy, Intuition, Sympathy, Quality, Sustenance,
Love of Community, Unconditional love, Circulation,
Economy, Agriculture, Charity, Balance, Grace, Evolution,
Simplicity, Sorcery.

The Number Seven:

The Analyst, Thinker, Science, Learning, Education, Study,
The Written Word, Logic, Alchemy, Secrets, Myth, Religion,
Ritual, Understanding, Knowledge, Isolation, Chastity,
Dignity, The Collective Consciousness, Genius.

The Number Eight:

The Manifesting, Wealth, Power, Riches, Status, Material,
Pragmatism, The Ego, Provision, Aggregation, Dictatorship,
Multiples, Business, Investment, Employment, Appearance,
Customs, Skills, Exchange, Reality, World Transformation.

The Number Nine:

The Humanitarian, Religious, Charitable, Philanthropic,
Duty, Calling, Mission, Obligations, Hardship,
The Higher Self, Spirit Guides, Mysticism, Faith,
Angel on Earth, Faith in Mankind, Optimist, Suffering,
Self-sacrifice, Karma, Enlightenment, Divine Wisdom.

The Number Eleven:

The Master Teacher, Illumination, Enlightenment,
Inspirational, Idealism, Intuitive, Psychic, Channeling,
Poetry, Art, Symbols, Expression, Dreamer, Revolution,
Drugs, Alternate Consciousness, Mysticism, Catalyst,
Prisoner, Prophet.


The Number Twenty Two:

The Master Builder, Dreams Made Manifest, Ancient Wisdom,
Realization, Force of Nature, The Future, Evolution,
Technology, Universal Love, God, Retribution, Redemption,
Love, War, Leader, The Universe, Personal Power, Charisma,
Service, The Divine Imagination.

I Can Take a Mean Punch in my Dreams.

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Here's a couple of notes I jotted down the other night when I woke from a dream. For some reason, a group of people attacked me and I took the punches laughing. For the past few years, I've had lucid dreams and have learned to take control (for the most part) of what goes on. I swung and knocked this entire group of people out of my face like it was nothing. Anyways, here's what I wrote when I woke up. I was half asleep and it's kinda retarded but I thought I'd put it here and build on it.

"There is a war going on between our celestial dream bodies. The pain inflicted on the body in the dream is of no consequence, but manifests itself upon waking as emotional pain and phychological distress."

"We're cursed with tunnel vision in our dreams. Can you descibe what's behind or beside you? I realized this in my dream and made it a point to look around. I noticed other human dream bodies floating around, their heads straight forward. I saw a girl, floating by, and she actually turned to look at me. We made eye contact and both realized we were dreaming. I'd like to run into her on this side and ask her about it."

Anyways, I'm gonna start writing more dream stuff here and start a collection I can hopefully condense into some kind of story or something. We'll see. Peace.