March 30, 2012

"Art is what you can get away with."  At least that is my excuse and I am sticking by it.  This Pollockesque piece was half heartedly made by me when I discovered that my wife had some extra paint leftover from a project.  I found a canvas and then painted it, splattered it, and stuck a bottle cap from my favorite beer on it.  I then titled it, "Black Beauty Screams Welcome," for no reason other than it sounded like something that I am supposed to name it.

I am not a fan of some works of contemporary art, especially the ones that have esoteric names or meaning; the ones that seem to be created for the sole purpose to get one to "think," about what is art.  Those ones usually piss me off.  There is a "sculpture," at the Art Institute of Chicago made by Carl Andre titled, "Steel-Aluminum Plain." It takes up a good portion of an exhibition hall and just sits on the floor in alternating squares similar to a checkerboard.  The artist encourages viewers to walk on the tiles and hear the sound resonate from each step.  OK, what?  Listen, I like it, or I don't.  That's it nothing more.

Art is what you can get away with and what you take from it.  Which is why I enjoy art so much.  At least it gives us all something to talk about and the fact that Andre creates his random discussion pieces gives me a reason to fill up a nice chunk of a post.

March 29, 2012

Look, guitars are nice to look at.  It is like observing the physical form of what could have been or can be.  I wish I could play even halfway decent.  Sometimes I wake up from a dream and have a unique song stuck in my head.  Yet, I have no way to express it and let it out.  Instead, I am stuck strumming the same two chords on my guitar.  The guitar then sits for another year untouched.  Then I say to myself, "maybe later…maybe."

March 28, 2012

I can grow something!  Well, indirectly of course.  I had nothing to do with this plant deciding to grow up the wall.  When we first moved into the house it was just a sorry dead looking branch with no motivation to act plant like.  I think the little guy heard that I am a Chicago Cub's fan and wanted to replicate the outfield walls of Wrigley Field in tribute.

Another two for one deal.  But, my reasoning for two photos is that I have been wanting to get this out of the way.  I have been playing Skyrim for awhile...and a lot.  I mean, A LOT.  So much, my wife even gets the jokes that are attributed to Skyrim.  It is an awesome game, not for everyone though.  I have gotten to the point where I play it for an hour or so on my days off and I am good.  This photo is of the quest marker that is in the game.  It is used to point the way to certain quests.  This particular marker is on my refrigerator door in the form of a sticker.  I am sure my wife put it there to ensure I eat something and not starve in front of the television.

March 27, 2012

Need a little spice?  I take warning if an establishment already puts a tabasco bottle on their tables.  To me it is like saying, "my food is bland and sucks, sorry."  I get it from my Army time.  Tiny Tabasco bottles were stuffed in the MREs to help enhance the flavor of a product that was made to last many years...so the food was bland by "nature."  I do like spicy things though and I appreciate the gesture of allowing me to accentuate my food.

A few years ago I decided to challenge myself and eat ten chicken wings made with the hottest pepper known to man at the time.  The sauce was made with the Bhut Jolokia chili pepper also known as the Ghost pepper.  Ghost is right!  All I could say while eating the wings was, "oooooh, oooooh, ooooooooh," which was usually followed by a variety of curse words.

I was able to successfully finish all of the wings, not without sacrificing my stomach lining though.  It was so bad that my server "accidentally" poured a 32oz beer that he gave me for free.  The next few days after that I could not taste anything and my ass burned at the mere thought of anything spicy.  I think I still feel a twinge of regret.

March 26, 2012

OK?  Then get out of my way!  I believe Las Vegas is sitting over a vortex similar to those found in Sedona, Arizona.  However, these vortices somehow magnetize human flesh to meet with metal;  particularly when said metal is moving at a high velocity.  I imagine there is an increase in the magnetic pull when alcohol is infused with the human flesh.

I am curious if other cities contain a similar vortex?

March 25, 2012

This is a bracelet my wife made.  I have seen other blogs and I notice that a good majority of them devote their content to crafting.  Some devote their time to their relationships and family. So, I figured I might as well hit both of those demographics with one post.

My wife loves to craft things.  Eventually she wants to sell the product of her crafting on etsy. My wife also loves buttons and just like what was done with Alice, she got a tattoo to show this love of buttons.

There is a room in the house that is her craft room.  On the shelves, thousands of buttons sit in jars waiting to be made into something; yarn rests haphazardly rolled up, halfway in the process of being made into "something awesome."  The crafting sometimes consumes her to the point of maniacal reasoning.  When she was going to nail school she would tell people that she, "painted shit on shit."  I think that sometimes her crafting takes wild turns where she, "sticks shit on shit."

I love my wife.  However, she calls me, "a shit" often.  So, I have to only assume that I may be painted on and or sticked with something during one of those maniacal fits of crafting.

March 24, 2012

Another tree.  This one specifically in my backyard.  I believe it to be a form of bottle tree, at least according to my book.  I wish I could say I was casually lounging about under the tree.  Unfortunately, ants used to plague the majority of the tree.  As a result, ant poison now consumes the majority of the tree.  Ant poison is an annoyance.

Rather than enjoy my backyard in my normal state of mind, I instead roam around high and lost.  That is not my normal state of mind regardless of what my wife thinks.  The bug folks say that it is safe.  I am still trying to determine what their "safe" means.  So, no lounging in the backyard for a few days.  Just a quick photo of a tree and a run back in the house.