Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Excursions

As a part of my revised plan, Liesel and I will go some place we have never been before ATLEAST every other day, but will probably be keeping more of an every day pace.

Today we rode the bus out to the post office on 74th and Troost. First we walked to 41st and troost from school and caught the bus there. Liesel picked up an info packet about her trip to Europe this summer. I bought Star Wars stamps to send letters and art to people, probably people in the class when I'm away. We walked from Troost to the bus stop on Wornall road. We saw a block of houses that were inspired by dutch architecture is seemed. We saw a roof with some chairs that we anted to sit on if it were summer.

Waldo's pizza is right there and we visited them to see how much a vegan slice would cost us, only to find that they were really busy and didn't have a 'by-the-slice' option on their menu. I wdon't think we were going to buy anything anyway, but only saught to ease our hunger by being near some vegan pizza. The Red Bridge bus took us up to 81st where the DAV thrift store is.

We bought Two warm coats for Liesel and some thermal pants for me. We walked from there to Second Chance thrift store on 77th. There, we bought two warm coats for me, a towel to replace one that Grommit chewed and fouled, Spicy Peanuts, 2 bags of Mustard and onion pretzels, and a bag of mixed nuts (four snack for a dollar, a total that is less than what any one of those originally cost), and a book about Biosphere 2. There was a shiny, vinyl hoody lined with bright yellow fleece that I was really tempted by but had top pass up. They didn't have any gloves, for they all go to a Mission.

We took the Red Bridge back to the Waldo Pizza stop and caught the Max bus which took us all the way to the 3rd and grand. This is the entire Max route.
The China Market oriental foods store is right across the street from the stop, somewhere Liesel had never been. We looked at everything in the store and like kids at the toy shop, granted ourselves permission to each get a treat. We got some sesame mochi, a mung bean based sweet and some spicy fried gluten in a can.

If you are Jeni, go there soon, the Mochi is fresh! We also bought some noodles to eat later and some sweet chili sauce to gift to the residents of the Harrison Fort/Fjord. The gift was especially for Brent, who invented the Fort Special, a sandwich consisting of whole wheat bread, crunchy peanut butter, fresh sliced cucumber, and of course, sweet chili sauce. The whole sweet kaboodle gets tossed into the oven for a light toasting.

We rode back to the plaza, eating some mochi with Grommit, and got off at the Wild Oats stop. I'm guessing that many people call this the Berbiglia stop. We returned to the INDA dungeon where I posted the song of the day.

After some working, we ate Spicy fried gluten and peanut sandwiches with spring mix greens on sprouted sesame bread, the lettuce and bread being results of yesterday's traveling about. That same trip brought vegan sloppy joe mix into our loving arms. We were going to share such goodness with Kari who has a kitchen to cook in, but she went to go see Chip Kidd speak at Unity Temple. Here are all of our acquisitions:



Turning Point

One of the inspirations for my skate ramp/greenhouse project is the Turning Point ramp at Del Mar Skate park active in the lates seventies and early eighties. It's plexiglass and steel and transitions into a full pipe with a vertical bowl capping it off. It is shown here in the beginning of the 1980 skate film by Stacy Peralta, Skateboard Madness. The first part is a silly clay-mation short but past that are some examples of the ramp in use.


I can remember seeing pictures of this ramp when I first started skating at Gary Sullivan's Florida Ocean sports. It started as a Surf shop, then went into motor scooters and then peaked and earned fame for skateboards. Gary was an influential figure, always urging skaters to be positive and use the sport to do awesome things for the community. He also always urged skaters to be up on whatever was hot at the time, but to always take a look at where it all began and take advantage of being in the heart of it all, good ol' sunny Florida. (sidenote: It's like 80 degrees there right now. What i'm doing in the frozen Midwest?)

One More


...I kept watching Nomad videos and had to post this one. This makes me happy.

Daily Anthem

When I sat down to post this, I asked Kat what her favorite Metal song was. After the mentioning of Bon Jovi, we moved on to Metallica. I thought that perhaps Wherever I May Roam would be a good choice due to the nature of my study this semester( However I mistakenly recalled that song being named, the Nomad, which is actually a song by Iron Maiden. I wen t with this because that was Liesel's preference. That fact that my P.J. Harvey fan girlfriend has a preference between Metallica and Iron Maiden is pretty awesome, especially since that preference lands on Iron Maiden. The lyrics are cooler anyway. Which leads to another shift, when I searched for The Nomad on YouTube, I found this piano version posted by an amateur pianist which is the kind of thing YouTube was originally made for. So here is that video and the lyrics to Iron Maiden's The Nomad.



Iron Maiden - The Nomad


Like a mirage riding on the desert sand
Like a vision floating with the desert winds
Know the secret of the ancient desert lands
Your are the keeper of the mystery in your hands

Nomad, rider of the ancient east
Nomad, rider that men know the least
Nomad, where you come from no one knows
Nomad, where you go to no one tells

Undercover of the veil of your disguise
The men that fear you are the ones that you despise
No one's certain what you future will behold
You're a legend you own story will be told

Nomad, rider of the ancient east
Nomad, rider that men know the least
Nomad, where you come from no one knows
Nomad, where you go to no one tells

No one dares to even look or glance your way
Your reputation goes before you they all say
Like a spirit that can disappear at will
Many claim of things but no one's seen you kill

Nomad, you're the rider so mysterious
Nomad, you're the spirit that men fear in us
Nomad, you're the rider of the desert sands
No man's ever understood your genius

Those who see you in horizon desert sun
Those who fear your reputation hide or run
You send before you a mystique that's all your own
Your silhouette is like a statue carved in stone

Nomad, you're the rider so mysterious
Nomad, you're the spirit that men fear in us
Nomad, you're the rider of the desert sands
No man ever understood your genius

Legend has it that you speak an ancient tongue
But no one's spoke to you and lived to tell the tale
Some may say that you have killed a hundred men
Others say that you have died and live again

Nomad, you're the rider so mysterious
Nomad, you're the spirit that men fear in us
Nomad, you're the rider of the desert sands
No man ever understood your genius

Some 'Maiden Fans in Oxford circa '82:

Monday, February 25, 2008

Last week I:

Gesso-ed 12 blocks of wood and a wood panel on which I have begun a concept illustration for my ramp.

Spent a few hours on my rat cage, progressing and improving my welding skills considerably.

Realized that shorter, more regional excursions are more realistic.

Did some freelance work painting and moving.

updated my this blog and my collaboration with kurt mcrobert.

I drew and wrote almost everyday, particularly on saturday.

I went to the Flat Files show at Art Space and the Photo show at the Kemper and I hung out with Nancy for a bit.

I did KCAI tour guide training on thursday and friday.

I did some web input for the Communications Dept.

Ramp Schematic

Daily Anthem




Today we're pleasuring our ears to Flowers of Flesh and Blood by Skaven. You can listen to it here. The band takes their name from a race of Rat Men called the Skaven in the Warhammer Fantasy miniature war game. The Skaven maintain a secret existence beneath the world of men and await a time to overrun the lands above. A Definitely smart move on the part of the guys in Skaven to name themselves after such RAbiD horde, I mean, these dudes even harness the ability to mutate some of the race into brutal, weaponclad rat ogres and have overlords with demonic horns and shit!

Wow. Metal, Rats, Warhammer Models and even a nod to Utopian/Dystopian studies with the solemn, echoing guitar intro to Flowers of Flesh and Blood gradually being accompanied by sample from Jodorowski's Holy Mountain.