*porkshanks

Just wanted to make a note of the closing of my first gallery show:

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Co-collaborator Libby Bulloff has a good post on her blog about it, she did a wonderful job on the show, it would mean a lot to me if you would please pop over there and leave a kind message for her if you have a minute to spare, I think she deserves a lot of praise for her efforts on this show!

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thanks everyone!

I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'm in love with your sister. I think I realized it when I threw up at the mental hospital and I saw you sit on the crazy monk. I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that there is no solution to this. I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep your suicide note as a memory. You should also know that I never openly mocked a new life as a clone.

Warm regards,
Molly Friedrich





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RULES:
Do the "Letter MEME". Tag no less than 5 other people, and leave them a comment, informing them that they have been tagged. Then copy the "How-to" Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.

I tag ­






Dear (the last person who left a comment on your journal):

I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it ___2___ ___3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___ .

___12___,
-Your name-

1. What's the color of your shirt?
Blue - Our romance is over
Red - Our affair is over
White - I'll join the monastery
Black - I dislike you
Green - Our horoscope doesn't match
Grey - You're a pervert
Yellow - I'm selling myself
Pink - Your nostrils are insulting
Brown - The mafia wants you
No shirt - You're a loser
Other - I'm in love with your sister


2. Which is your birth month?
January - That night
February - Last year
March - When your dwarf bit me
April - When I tripped on sesame seeds
May - First of May
June - When you put cuffs on me
July - When I threw up
August - When I saw the shrunken head
September - When we skinny dipped
October - When I quoted Santa
November - When your dog ran amok
December - When I changed tennis shoes


3. Which food do you prefer?
Tacos - In your apartment
Pizza - In your camping car
Pasta - Outside of Chicago
Hamburgers - Under the bus
Salad - As you ate enchilada
Chicken - In your closet
Kabob - With Paris Hilton
Fish - In women's clothing
Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation
Lasagna - At the mental hospital
Hot dog - Under a state of trance
None of the above - With George Bush and his wife


4. What's the color of your socks?
Yellow - Hit on
Red - Insult
Black - Ignore
Blue - Knock out
Purple - Pour syrup on
White - Carve your initials into
Grey - Pull the clothes off
Brown - Put leeches on
Orange - Castrate
Pink - Pull the toupee off
Barefoot - Sit on
Other - Drive out


5. What's the color of your underwear?
Black - My best friend
White - My father
Grey - Bill Clinton
Brown - My fart balloon
Purple - My mustard soufflé
Red - Donald Duck
Blue - My avocado plant
Yellow - My penpal in Ghana
Orange - My Kid Rock-collection
Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper
None - My John F. Kennedy-statue
Other - The crazy monk


6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?
Scrubs - Man
O.C. - Emotional
One Tree Hill - Open
Heroes - Frostbitten
Lost - High
House - Scarred
Simpsons - Cowardly
The news - Mongolic
Idol - Masochistic
Family Guy - Senile
Top Model - Middle-class
None of the above - Ashamed


7. Your mood right now?
Happy - How awful I've felt
Sad - How boring you are
Bored - That Santa doesn't exist
Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage
Depressed - That we're cousins
Excited - That there is no solution to this.
Nervous - The middle-east
Worried - That your Honda sucks
Apathetic - That I did a sex-change
Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster
Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men
Overjoyous - That I'm open
Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks


8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?
White - Your ring
Yellow - Your love letters
Red - Your Darth Vader-poster
Black - Your tame stone
Blue - The couch cushions
Green - The pictures from LA
Orange - Your false teeth
Brown - Your contact book
Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs
Purple - Your old lottery coupons
Pink - The cut toenails
Other - Your memories from the military service


9. The first letter of your first name?
A/B - Your photo
C/D - The oil stocks
E/F - Your neighbour Martin
G/H - My virginity
I/J - The results of your blood-sample
K/L - Your left ear
M/N - Your suicide note
O/P - My common sense
Q/R - Your mom
S/T - Your collection of butterflies
U/V - Your criminal record
W/X - David's tricot outfits
Y/Z - Your grades from college


10. The last letter in your last name?
A/B - Always will remember
C/D - Never will forget
E/F - Always wanted to break
G/H - Never openly mocked
I/J - Always have felt dirty before
K/L - Will tell the authorities about
M/N - Told in my confession today about
O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about
Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about
S/T - Get sick when I think of
U/V - Always will try to forget
W/X - Am better off without
Y/Z - Never liked


11. What do you prefer to drink?
Water- Our friendship
Beer - Senility
Soft drink - A new life as a clone
Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo
Milk - The apartment building
Wine - Cocaine abuse
Cider - A passionate interest for mice
Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations
Mineral water - Embarrassing rash
Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism
Whisky - To ruin the second world war
Other - To hate the Boston Celtics


12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?
Thailand - Warm regards
USA - Best regards
England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail
Spain - Go and drown yourself
China - Disgusting regards

the delightful asked me to help spread the word that there is now a temporary forum up until the official Brass Goggles forum is back up and working properly:

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The Brass Goggles blog has stated that there are some technical issues at play (those dreaded gear-gremlins I bet!) and the forum will not be expected to be back until some time in October, so if you want to chat about things steamy and lighthearted, Spare Goggles might be your preferred location of dalliance!

Here is the official word from the BG blog:

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cheers!
M~

First, I just wanted to say thanks to everyone for the wonderful feedback on my Experience Gifting idea... it means a lot that so many people seemed to understand where I am coming from on this. Even more exciting were those of you who have gifted in your own ways or who liked the idea so much that you mentioned wanting to try it!

I have a few commissions I am working on for people, and they are time sensitive projects, so I am going to have to finish those before I start building my new outfit, and let me tell you it is absolutely driving me bonkers because I am so hyper to start working on this... I have started planning out my first challenge in my head already. I also want to eventually have an online only challenge and so I will be soliciting help from you guys when that time comes... I'm not sure what that challenge will look like yet either.

So, I just woke up from a weekend full of dreaming, and I realized something about all of my travels on the other side this weekend. They were ALL about the Fall. I only woke up an hour ago,, and some of my travels are fading already, but some of them are sticking so I will share.

One of them was about scavengers living in the ruins of a flooded city. There was a very tribal atmosphere to this one, and it was fairly pleasant overall. There were a few moments where there was stress and emotional distress, but it was nothing outside the sort of things we deal with on a daily basis already.

One of the longest of my travels was about a religious compound. This was a walled town sunk into the middle of a vast wasteland. Within the walls were trees and plants and water, but in order to stay you had to profess belief in their god. If you visited, you were kept under hostile eye unless you expressed interest in their religion. They also had more interest in young females than any other sort of stranger. There were lots of ladies in the compound but none of them were pregnant, and there were no children anywhere. This one was creepy. I had a small group of friends with me, and I seemed to be acting as leader for our little wandering tribe. We were attempting to trade some goods with them for food and water, but they refused our offers. I remember being chased through the garden and yelling to warn my tribe to run and escape the compound.

Next came a flurry of little worlds, disconnected from each other. I was looking for something across them.

Finally, I came to rest in a sweet place in the country near the suburbs. There was a happy dog running around with no leash and a small group of friends gathered around a campfire. Everything was beautiful until a huge spacecraft looking thing landed almost on top of us. We all scattered. I ended up chasing the dog, and there was a beautiful young black woman near me. She seemed to have some idea of what was going on, and she asked for my help in infiltrating the space craft... so that was we did.

The aliens were not exactly aliens and the craft wasn't really a spaceship per se. This was really some sort of invasion from across the Other Side of the wall between our perceptions of this world and the others. I normally side with The Unseen very strongly, but these invaders were terribly violent and ruthlessly killing everyone they found, without provocation.

This dream was very dark, literally and figuratively. I saw a lot of death and had to kill invaders to survive, and killing is not something I dream of very often at all. This is probably the second or third time Ive ever killed in a dream so it was hard to cope with as these events are very real to me when they are happening.

After I woke up and realized that all of my travels lately have been set in places where normal civilization has evaporated, I realized what I was looking for.

We got so close this last week to things setting in motion undeniably for our civ collapse, that it has had me afraid that we are not quite ready for that yet. I am hoping that we can hold this world together for a few more years, maybe four... so that we have time to prepare. I am not ready myself, and the fact that so many of you are also not has me afraid.

I embrace the Fall itself, and I see it not as an end but as a chance at new beginnings, for us to build something better on the ruins... but I am also realistic about things. I realized that in my stories lately here... my fear has been creeping through and tainting everything. How can I get people to ready themselves for the future if I am scaring them with my stories?!

I love the song Tables and Chairs from dearest Mr. Bird, as it portrays an inspired vision of things I think will eventually come, but it also antiseptically ignores the pain and death between then and now. It comes off a little psychopathic in its inhumanity, at the same time as it hoists the flag of the human factor... this is tough for me to ignore.

I know we are going to be losing a lot of people, and I know that this is even a neccessary thing for humanity to survive, as we have overgrown ourselves insanely and are pushing every system into critical zones. Things have even begun to fail on the edges. Weather climbs, bees continue to disappear, crops get smaller, food sources in the oceans shrink, Greenland ice is beaking up...

Its nothing fatal yet, but the fingers and toes of our world are clearly rotting. They are going to fall off soon whether you sit and watch TV or read books on foraging, and when they do Fall we wont have much time to adjust. That is why I am working on art. I want to wake people up to this in any way I can, because each one of you that begins to prepare in some way will mean one less crazy rioter when the masses finally realize their decadent little bubble has popped.

Do I try to enjoy this world? Of course, it is beautiful and languid. I relish this place much as someone who is about to lose their home relishes their last night sleeping on a warm matress. I have been homeless twice in my life once at 15 due to an abusive step father, and once when I was 27 due to a Vespa accident I had that left me unable to use my right arm for a few years... so this feeling is something I can relate to directly. In fact, for most of my childhood I never really felt like I HAD a home; or more honestly that it existed somewhere beyond my physical reach and many of my senses.

So I am left with a challenege to overcome. How do I be honest about the dangers of the future while not simply pointing out the horrors and using them to inspire fear? How can I show the beauty of a post civ world while showing respect for the struggle that will have to get us there? Shall I engage in a funeral for the living as my first performance piece? Isn't that so dark it will be awfully misunderstood? Where does the balance in a portrayal of these things best reside? Can it be done? How does this fit into my new role as an awakening Chordist?

Any thoughts about this? I'd love to hear them.

Anachrotechnofetishism

September 12th - October 3rd
Suite100 Gallery, Seattle WA

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I have been thinking about an issue for a long time. I have recently come to find peace in this issue within myself, and I am ready to share my plans for the future!

I feel the world is becoming too cold and selfish, and the only way I can imagine combating this in a real way is to give of myself fully. My talent is in creating art, and little else, so I am going to begin gifting my art to strangers.

This gallery show has demonstrated to me that I cannot reach my goals through selling art, so I am going to try and at least bring some joy and adventure into the world for other people. Yes, I am giving up on my dreams in some ways, but this is a dream that feels just as legitimate to me, just in a different direction.

So how does this all relate to an end product?

I am going to begin crafting a new outfit. This outfit is going to be a full realization of the Chordist dress. I am going to wear this outfit as a manifestation of The Other within the mundane world. I am barely a part of your world as it is, so this will simply be a physical representation of something I already strongly feel within me.

I am going to develop a sort of interactive public performance aspect to this gifting. People will have to engage in an adventure or challenge of some sort that will be designed to go with each gift I give away. That way it will become a sort of shared experience between myself and my 'audience'. This way, people will be able to 'earn' my work some other way than simply giving me money for it. I think this will mean more to me than money anyways.

I am sick of everything being about profit, greed, and materialism. I am losing hope in the people of this world, I want this to be a way for me to remove myself from that horror and replace it with something positive at the same time.

Peace, everyone!
<3



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