May 17, 2014
Working on a few new photo things and a few paintings when I have time, working on fixing a novel and some new poems when I have time, mainly am busy 1) with pre-med classes, 2) with “shadowing” doctors, 3) with volunteering (soon), and 4) with converting to Judaism (by the end of summer). Those things all take quite a bit of time, so not much to see here, except a photo from a new series (information storage) and a link to a nice review of my book, which is now available from the publisher, from Spdbooks, and from Amazon.
March 29, 2014
I have about four essays half-finished for a new mag I write for; all are probably unpublishable. I sat down and wrote a story in 80 minutes last week, revised it, it’s done. I started another story and have a bunch outlined or half-done and that’s on the table but the deal is: I’m applying to med school. So what that means right now is that I’m embarking on a year-long journey to memorize the MCAT test materials and situations, I’m taking probably five semesters of college classes, I’m “shadowing” at least one, probably three physicians at work, and I’m doing the delicate dance of how-do-I-afford-this-I can’t-afford-this-maybe-uh-I-don’t-know.
So I’m not being very productive or getting any reading done, and I’m too exhausted to have anything interesting to say, but I’m cranking out a lot of new “photo” work, much of which is early video game meets clown act meets let’s see if I can get away with this. I’ll post a bunch soon but here now just more images, here from a series called Reverb mining my archives of old stuff.
March 21, 2014
March 10, 2014
I should be reading some books right now but I’m kind of avoiding it because of the bulk: there are eight books stacked on my desk, some of which are 700 pages long, and there are two pdfs on my desktop, and thirteen more books sitting on the couch to my right, one on my kitchen table, and about thirty, maybe more, occupying the entirety of an armchair behind me. And 95% of these books are library books. This doesn’t even count the maybe 25 books I’ve bought in the last four years and have not yet read. So “where do I start?” begets avoidance. Instead I clean and get frustrated with Hebrew stencils and make art. Here’s some art, and even that was a rush job: from snapshots to twelve finished images, some of which are below: about 90 minutes. And speaking of 90 minutes, 90 minutes ago is when I should’ve cooked and eaten dinner, so maybe that’s my next stop.
March 7, 2014
So the book is out, and I had another even weirder book come out, and I have a novel and poetry book to hustle, but my brain is mostly on images right now; abstract images, that is, and also trying to figure out a way to get into medical school. Med school seems like the sharp left turn that it sort of is but my soundbite is: I spent the first half of my life figuring myself out and want to spend the second half helping other people like I helped my mom when she was sick. Not this will stop the writing or art (or music) but I’ll just only be producing at twice the rate of normal artists and writers instead of five times the rate. Easy peasy.
And expect some posts coming up this weekend that contain actual content but until then I’ve been messing around with dollar store stuff in Photoshop again, and here’s one alley I stumbled down:
February 25, 2014
So I’m thinking over sending in a proposal to the 33 1/3 series to cover Coil’s 1991 album Love’s Secret Domain, but the main problems with that are 1) I am not really a good journalist, and 2) I have not actually read any 33 1/3 books (yet) and 3) Nobody has ever heard of that album. I have the whole Coil discography, minus the ANS Coil album; more and more often when making artistic or writerly decisions I ask myself: What would Coil do? What they mainly did was take tons of drugs and write gay sex magick songs in a range of styles that mainly made people really uncomfortable. And I don’t necessarily set out to make people uncomfortable but it definitely almost always happens. For a day or two, this week, I thought this was a bad thing. Then I got over myself and decided to write an Upper-Middle Class Family Drama novel to see what happens, and what’s coming out is that a straight guy takes his girlfriend’s straight younger brother shopping for suits at Milwaukee’s high-end mall, the bicker, hijinks ensue, and you know from scene one that one of them will die in a car accident but you don’t know who or when. I call it my “breeder” novel but that’s not really very nice of me.
Anyway. I named this series Disco Hospital after the Coil song of the same name. I have never taken drugs, not even pot or ecstasy or whatever, because: why? But I guess here are some photos to take drugs to while you look at them. What drugs, I’m not sure. They’re low-res but they’re 4×6 feet. Enjoy.
February 14, 2014
I was going to turn this into more of an essayistic and literary endeavor because the two or three people aware that this blog exists might be interested in that because I have a book coming out, but life happens and I get busy with obligations I fool myself into thinking I can tackle and I don’t actually have much to say other than the book is experimental short fiction and features a lot of gay men getting tied up in a lot of ways (and other stuff) but that was a unifying device and not a lit-porn deal because I don’t really do the whole “write what you know” thing because unless your life is really interesting or you’re really funny and you can cough up a memoir the results are pretty hideous. And the novel and book of poems I’m trying to get published soonish are sort of gay but also sort of autistic/Yiddish/weird in new ways because even though I am autistic it’s hard to find ways of writing about it that don’t fall flat (though I do recommend Daniel Tammet’s books) and the Jewish stuff is because I’m converting to Judaism, which actually is an interesting story but not one I can share (yet).
Plus I’m starting to generate photo-related images again, refreshed after spending almost six months just painting, so I have a bunch of that stuff to post, like the stuff below, and other stuff I have to work on, some of it in the Photoshop stage and some needing to be shot/scanned/etc. so I am going to try to post stuff here but it’s going to be a jumble of images and bits of chest-thumping and probably some short book reviews of not-necessarily-new books. I am hoping to do this several times a week, but we’ll see how that goes. Anyway, I’m off to try to translate some transliterated Yiddish back into written Yiddish for a photo project but here are some washed out Banana Republic models, about which more later.