YIKES BACK TO BIKES NOT BOMBS

I have been thinking as I am soon off to Santa Cruz
I am thinking that my wip collection is diminished.

My Paletti is in need of a new fork.
My Bianchi is in need of a new chain and rear cassette.
Rather I have the cassette but not the time nor tools.
Okay mostly the tools. And no money for a chain.
Chainge?
My Independent is off looking good in Williamsburg
My BMXs are in need of NOS parts.
I am thinking that I found this great Concord outside my house.
I am thinking sleeping dogs lay.













Oh what a great mess, unwinding from the days labour
can be.

ALSO
What happened tomorrow
March 11, 2008?



Iraqis stand at the site of a blast in Baghdad's Habibiyah neighborhood
Monday March 10, 2008.
One person was killed and another five were wounded when a parked car bomb exploded.
(AP Photo/Khalid Mohammed )

The military insists that recent attacks do not point to a growing trend in violence, and continue to tout the security gains achieved over the past year.

All while I was off blogging a family lost a loved one.
They didnt even know, tomorrow he or she will die.
But alas this trend is not growing, daily my ears have deceived me.
Well at least the Left one.

My sentiments & prayers for for tomorrows longing and loss.
CLICK IMAGE BELOW FOR A SCROLL IN IRAQ

HORSE SHOES AND EXPLOSIVE

Ahhhh, Spring Break Jersey City. Borough 6.
Wasn't that a Spike Lee joint.
I am the cleanest thing burning about that town
except when I purchase Xylene.
I have been making a ton of filtered oil in my studio,
as well as drawing and paintings and sculptures,
but the oil to transport me to there. Transport and
addicted to oil and off the wine. Well whine, maybe.




The Two Tears
Its Kerry Davis so I hear.
I can not get enough of her sound, so the other day I am getting to gesso my canvas
its about 8 am and I have played the hell out of the handful of songs on her myspace page.
So I am lured to Snocap a mp3 purchase powered jukebox that suggest I am buying straight from the artist through them, hmmm. I am so naive at times. I go through the digital paperwork and buy the album. Get ready. Commence download...sike.
Nothing happens. I go through the steps again and do everything but click checkout, anyway they charge me twice. I try and try and try yet again to download and all I get is the song opening in a new browser window, which only downloads from there 12kb of whatever 4mbs are the songs makeup. No fucking continuous play. No way. Global warming will melt a
damned Snocap.

Despite ill mannered distribution.
The Two Tears is way rad.
Click the ghost for a good time.

TODAY IS TOMORROW

This is Donald M. Sheridan on the right and Matthew McGuinness,
me on the left. We have been working, making the editions,
the beginnings, of many my paintings to come.




That oil got me to Jersey, it has got me.
Thats it. I giggle to myself when I am driving, as recognition, that my car is running on vegetable oil. Shit, I straight laugh a load sometimes. Like a strange Johnathan Richmond meets Mad Max track, I am the Road Runner. Refrain.

This is going out to The With Love.
Click Search meets Danny Hoch.
Go Brooklyn, Go gum.

SHIPPING DISAMBIGUATION

I think this finding of a shipping broker could be as easy as finding this wonderful toy truck
which is the only one I have driven despite the writers strike now called off. With all this work, who has time for a job. This particular horse doesn't pull a great payload.




Making certain there are barrels of fun




My father bought me a camera for Christmas, cause mine was borrowed forever, while installing at Scope Miami. A nice gift indeed for an over worked under paid youth in need of modern imaging. In my quest for a great image to blog or collage or archive
I dropped the great gate of my Ford on its top. Awesome party. To my Singer surprise did it efing work, and well. I must say if it doesn't have a dent a rip or an error in it I don't like it that much. That is for personal property. I also really like the first Terminator. The movie that is.