“You need a ‘jump to conclusions’ map, so you’ll know exactly where to land.”
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Fukushima Nuclear Accident Log:
http://www.iaea.org/newscenter/news/2011/fukushimafull.html
TEPCO:
http://www.tepco.co.jp/en/index-e.html
NISA:
http://www.nisa.meti.go.jp/english/index.html
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Some ways to help:
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1038658656/rdtnorg-radiation-detection-hardware-network-in-ja
www.jrc.or.jp/english/index.html
http://www.japanitup.com/how-to-help-japan-tsunami-and-earthquake-disaster-relief
www.pcworld.com/article/221948/help_japan_earthquake_and_…
* I am not personally affiliated with any of these people / organizations – I just happen to think what they are trying to accomplish is extremely helpful for the global community. Please support Japan relief efforts in any way that you can! :)
And just when everyone thought it couldn’t get any worse…it does.
::shakes head:: Oy vey~
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/5350734711/sizes/o – (larger view)
“From the very moment of inception, the concept of money relentlessly choked us by our leashes…never contrary.”
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/5324389130 (larger view)
ps: I’ve been posting some random photography on my flickr page as of recent — check it out, if you’re interested in seeing what happens when a worm gets behind the camera :D
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder
I recently finished up some art designs for my friend Dusty Wright ( Culture Catch Ambassador / Laudable Musician ) who released an Xmas cover single for the 2010 holiday season.
This is not the version he ended up using — however, I felt a strong desire to post it here on my site because I happen to love the direction it took — and, it is also closest to the nsfw Wormintruder style as can get for this project.
Make sure to check out the version he used for the cover art too, ( flickr link below ) — the simplicity, which focuses more on him as the center art piece, is exactly as should be.
On a personal artists note: I love knowing that without the initial photo he provided for me to work with, this piece would not have transpired as it did – His hand extending the ornament to viewer really seals all the directional aspects which in turn inspired both pieces artistically. Major Baus.
If you want some happy holiday music to cheer up your eardrums, click on over to Dustys’ website where download links are provided~
http://culturecatch.com/dusty/christmas-coming-down-mp3
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/5286891699 ( Cover Art Version )
When I stared into her eyes, it became apparent we both knew what was coming next. And so we just stood there, staring out into that distance beyond ourselves — awaiting the arrival of clouds~
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/5236819861 (larger view)
RK Sloane and Jez Velasquez
Sean Ross (dsr) – ‘The Ghost’ – Music
Mantra: Let’s get it on…
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/5024117179/sizes/l/ (Larger View)
This is a video I worked on at the beginning of last summer for singer/songwriter/ culture ambassador Dusty Wright, (http://culturecatch.com)
The footage of Dusty was shot by Wesley Wingo (http://gravitysleeps.com) on a Canon 7D, and the song was co-produced by David Ogilvy at Western Studios in London. All additional footage is just a mashup of archival footage I snagged off the internet.
If you have a spare chance, check out Dusty’s vidcasts too (http://culturecatch.com/vidcast) There you will find quite an impressive collective of interesting people he has interviewed throughout the years.
With regard to this video collaboration, he basically just gave me the freedom to do whatever came to mind. Hence, armed with Final Cut Pro and After Effects…this is how it went down on my end of the spectrum :)
Enjoy~
The Courtship Of A Necessary Evil: Embracing the Pixel
on September 19, 2010 at 9:41 pmPosted In: circles
Back after a long hiatus.
To say much has happened during my absence would be quite an understatement. Putting false drama aside, let me just say that there is nothing quite like the near death of a family member to aid in shelving any previous issues once initially thought of as ‘important’.
Making art fell completely off my ‘to do’ list until just recently.
This past summer my Mom became seriously ill, and almost died. Every day proceeding her hospitalization, has been spent nursing her back to a sustainable health level. This has not been an easy task.
Here we are many months later, and she is still not completely well — she has also come out of this episode partially blind. But, at least she is still alive, and everything else around us seems to be slowly getting better. That she can still laugh at all gives us both comfort.
If you have followed my journal throughout these past years, then you already understand that this road I am traveling with my Mom has been wrecked with personal tragedy, as she has been ill for quite some time — but, it has also not helped to have lost my Father and Brother in such a short time frame either. In fact, it has weakened our family structure immensely to have this happen in our lives.
And then this recent situation occurred…
I am not unlike most with a clear perspective on what is important. My Mom remains one of the dearest human beings in my life. And, she is also one of the few whom I love with all of my heart. So, keeping her well for as long as possible is top priority.
My days / afternoons / evenings are now completely filled with scheduled meal planning, medication dispensing, keeping her company throughout the sadness and physical pain. Some days are better than others, with us taking each moment as it arrives. Making art happens between the hourly clock alarms.
So, anyway…thanks for hanging in there with me, dear reader. Bet you thought I was gone, right? Not a chance! The wormhole lives onnnn :) hehehe!
Okay, one last thing and I’m off…check out the Blood Into Wine flick if you haven’t already — GREAT documentary.
Be back soon~
-=oo0o00.O.00o0oo=-
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/5007326430 (larger view sizes)
Some say she was unequivocally bitten by the darkened headlights of insexXx.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/4472647258/sizes/o/
The Beloved: Kersen and Kiyo ( 36″ x 48″ Giclée Print )
on February 12, 2010 at 1:23 pmPosted In: circles
Got my first edition of prints in the mail a couple of days ago, and I am ecstatic about the turnout. They look amaaaazing! Have a look, and dare to tell me otherwise ;)
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/sets/72157623288590815
Working on my next edition. BBS~
And so I decided to return to the Land of the Lotus Tweeters, Facebook Likers, StumbleUpon’ers, FriendFeeders, Tumblr Lovers, ETC’ers; Come to find…nothing much has changed. Everyone is still happily gorging on meticulous postings aimed @Luring and securing buyer / seller relationships. Sincerity is flushed down the toilet, along with every other false premise that these web experiences we share are anything other than modern day television ads selling us a bit of salvation.
What this means is: There is NO place you can travel on the information highway, without your maneuvers being monitored. Web transparency as it were, is the only clear path through these tiers and mazes. Every choice you make, every link you click is a potential sale. Social networks are geared around augmented reality being the logical choice, and fully exploiting the core values of your every move. That is, unless you prove yourself unworthy of being followed. In this case, you’ll be free to move unnoticed. Onward.
“If you buy into nothing, you are worth nothing in return. If you do not play along, then you are considered socially inept. Bullshit doesn’t sell itself, and time runs on currency. You owe big time – So on, and so forth.”
Ultimately…
It is an issue of how valuable you are as potential customers to these marketing purveyors and their unending queries. The more impeccable your online tastes and preferences; the more you will be sought after as specimen prototype by which these very social structures are built upon. Hence, prepare to be hunted if you are exceptionally professional about sniffing out the good shit online. Expect for someone to come knocking on your back door for the key to enter. Expect the media cults to know your ip. Expect them to follow all of your updates.
“Spend. Spend. Spend. Spend more!”
Tracking digital trails has become a way of life for these social media guru types to plan their startup ventures – So, if you are living predominantly online, and are somewhat interesting, or impulsive in your spending / viewing habits, then you will not be capable of hiding from those who seek to exploit the fuck out of everything you ‘like’ for monetary value. Therefore, “NO” still remains the most powerful weapon in existence. See how this works?
Unfortunately this can also be very bad for the economy to completely resist every hard sell to arrive. So what is a person to do? Don’t fucking ask me! I still buy shit too! Though, perhaps it is a call to be more conscious of our buying habits? Don’t buy everything we want? Buy only what we need? Sounds reasonable, right? Lessgo…
“Virtual prey. Herders of cash. Exploiters of industry. Cliff dwellers teetering the brinks of bankruptcy. Simulated audiences addicted to the consumption of self. Victims generated by memetic pursuits and those seeking to rule the web. Simply and effectively phrased: Everyone is searching for a route to riches, via the www. In the end, everything revolves around money – And, if your wallet is empty? You do not count. Oops! But, that is another story altogether…”
FIN~
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DISCLAIMER: As was exhibited in the diatribe above…storytelling can also serve as a viable source for learning :) But remember, I only write these fictional accounts of censure as traveling companions to my collage art. So, take the words for their personal worth, and stay safe out there, folks!
“I opened the door, and there he stood in a puddle of rainwater. He said terrible things were holding him down. Said he felt like he was carrying an invisible bomb as big as the world on his back.”
“Fingertips haunted by the ardent desire to touch face. Fallen hair spiraling the contours of mere suggestion leading to embrace.”
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/4298352081
I dreamt that I told you everything.
Therefore, I suppose it should be considered a gift of love for having not?
Probably.
http://www.wormintruder.com/IIIWhenIArriveIII.html
To safely get through alive and with health intact. Onward we travel towards the objective~
Happy New Year, Everyone! :)
So this year went by really fast.
Lots of changes. Lots of things staying the same too. I personally am not going to express a bah humbug’ish attitude about any of the things that didn’t happen though – Because, I am mostly glad to have lived through another year safely and sound! Hellls Fuckkkin Xmass Belllls Yeaaah!!! I want more, more, more!!! hehehe :)
Into 2010 we go…
Love life. Love nature. Love family. Love humanity.
Strive for world peace~
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/4198987455 ( alternate greeting – I )
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/4198987285 ( alternate greeting – II )
True: I allow for my art to speak its own truth.
False: I do not know when to finish the process.
-=ooO.0.Ooo=-
Onward with the hat fashions ;)
“Everybody lies about lying. And supposedly no one does it except me.”
“Words have nothing to do with receipt! Definitions remain free of price tag! Let me tell you as I think! Look at me! I know everything! I will guide you through life unto death!”
“Trust me!”
“The root system of our belief serves as a means to take. Mass dispersion serves as a means to consume. Buyer, seller become one.”
“Once upon a time there was a world that ate itself up to the very last crumb.”
“My mirror crushed, I am weeping. Shards embedded deep within my awareness. I cannot run far enough away. This world reflects a vision so very sorrowful, with journeys end beginning inside of self.”
“I wish I could heal the wound, but I cannot.”
“Uhm…Where does one run to after reaching such conclusions?”
–=oo0.O.0.O.ooo=–
She looks up to her screen and reads a message by him…
“lets go camping“
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/4165965224
“She strutted in with veins shaped like wishbones”
Projects slowwwllllyyyy being accomplished. Sliming, cutting, pasting, digi-manipulatin’, and posting. All in a days work too! Love staying this busy :)
Hope everyone is well out there~
1) In New York one need not consider the existance of other geographies.
2) The drive away co. kept our $150.00 deposit. They claim we stole the C.B. radio and burnt holes in the upholstery.
3) We live in an apartment we call a box (home sweet box, there’s no place like box, bless this box.) The landlords call it a studio, which is a very polite way of putting it. It’s a sub-sub-sublet and the landlord found out so we have to vacate said box at the end of the month. We have to find a real place to live anyway – so they can bang they box upside they haid.
4) I work at a sign shop doing layouts (drawings) for $250.00 a week (not enuf) It’s a good shop, and I’ll probably be making more money soon – just have to prove myself. The guy I work with, a brit named Ansley is an ex- record producer and indi- label head (rasta, funk, r&b) his wife couldn’t hack all the musician types + coerced him into moving to Brooklyn. He’s got a reggae buddy who wants to put a studio in his basement and Ansley has the bucks and the temptation so he’ll probably get into it again. I hate working for a living.
5) Run DMC are the kings of rock and their heralds blast them on the street everywhere.
6) I paint all the time – I’m working on six paintings. The east village gallery scene is uninspiring, so is everything else (soho, midtown, noho) but it’s summer and rather low key. The work I’ve seen is lame, no craft, no ideas, no guts.
7) Liberty weekend was wierd.
8) I haven’t thought of playing music – although there is a lot to go listen to. All the bands bitch about the lack of clubs (they keep getting closed down) I hate the door men at the ones that are open.
9) New York stinks something awful in the summertime.
10) The buildings and streets are beautiful, a frontal continuous wall of hard textures broken by non sensical decoration like it’s just been caught ripping off your t.v. set. I walked to work from the subway for almost 2 weeks before I noticed the empire state building was only a few blocks away looming over me like just another bunch of windows and bricks. When I noticed I realized I was only paying attention at street level. I look all around me now. Fuck’em if they think I’m a tourist – I am always.
11) If we get hungry at night, we can go eat anywhere. All night long. New York’s agogo + everything tastes nice
12) A man attacked commuters with a samari sword at the statten island ferry last week – god told him to kill all Haitians + people from the midwest.
13) I have seen John Lurie, Allen Ginzburg, Stiv Bators, Bernard Goetz and various bums who used to be somebody on the streets.
14) I hope there’s not a garbage strike this summer.
15) Fuck is used every other word here. The best was fuck you you fucking fuck.
16) All you guys should be here.
17) I have learned to eat while I walk.
18) We went to check out a homestead building (squatters) on our block, everybody bummed cigs. The entrance way was huge but filled with trash, no electricity, water or heat, just an empty shell of the building. We walked past the entry in the dark, back into the rear of the building over more trash and busted down doorways. The stairs had been ripped out long ago and a system of old fire escape ladders was the only thing to get up or down on. The building looked like what we would live in should the bomb go off.
The people who lived there were just camping out mostly punks, bums and fringe types, that weren’t really interested in working on the place or buying it from the city – we stayed and talked + smoked cigarettes for a while anyways. I was sitting on the last available chair like surface in the room which was a cage turned on it’s side with a rat on the inside. Guess we’re not gonna live there.
19) I cut all my hair off, real short.
20) David Byrne hasn’t had us over for lunch yet.
21) Everybody communicates through their answering machines here.
22) Today is Tuesday, the 10th or 15th or somewhere around there. It’s after midnight I have to go to work in the morning.
23) The $10.00 is for busfare for the typewriter Jud. Could you ship it out for us on the greyhound to the Port Authority – Stick it in a box if you could. Please, we’d really like to have it. Address is Ray Abeyta … E. St NY NY 10009 PH# (my work) xxx – xxx- xxxx – Ask them to have New York call me. Thanks
24) Scratch you cats later.
Love Ramon
*WI Note: I have left all incorrect spellings in order to preserve the integrity of this letter.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/4057767928
http://dicemagazine.blogspot.com/2009/09/ray-abeyta-brooklyn-ny.html
http://www.rmartinabeyta.com
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/08/05/realestate/05habi.html?_r=1
http://guestofaguest.com/directory/ray-abeyta/26448
There are a lot of things wrong with this song…
a) Needs to be re-recorded and mixed properly.
b) Colin’s bass needs to be synced with Craig’s guitar.
c) It is a cover tune.
d) There are TONS of arrangement errors.
e) ETC.
This song first arrived into my life through an unlikely source. Memories travel back to a troupe of young brownie scouts who lined up on stage with their smiling faces, and whom sang so beautifully to a room full of gleaming adults. Their performance being what initially prompted my desire to record Barges, and why it even exists in my music archives to date…
Thing is…
Today really seemed appropriate to post, despite the fact that it is not completed.
An internet pal died this week. Someone whom I’ve never met in person – But, someone who was able to surpass physical barriers, by making a lasting imprint on my mind. A uniquely informative individual…
http://www.mactonnies.com
http://posthumanblues.blogspot.com
http://www.flickr.com/photos/mactonnies
http://twitter.com/mactonnies
I not only enjoyed his virtual contributions, and online presence- Mac presented an even balance to our verbal communications. He was a complete gentleman anytime we spoke.
This song Barges is also linked to an old, and extremely dear friend, who is now deceased by many years: Craig Ellis. Those who have followed my journal through the years will recall that I have spoken about Craig before. To those new here: Craig is someone who will always remain a dear friend for life, even if he is no longer present. Together, we wrote years upon years of original music, dating back through the 90′s – Music that I am only now able to return for the reworking of.
If you have ever lost anyone close, then you understand what makes it so fucking painful to face these devastating associations.
Once again…
I am now posting this unfinished/unmixed song because???
Well, maybe it stems from an overbearing sadness of not knowing what comes after death?
My melancholy is left wishing that it did not happen, and further fueled by a disbelief of their absence from life.
I am not a religious person…I am just VERY fucking sad they are no longer here.
“This tattered vessel arrives to dock the shores briefly. Two friends passing by en queue, with me tearfully singing along to their departure. This token of my remembrance exists only as symbolism to reconnect past, present and future tense. My hand outstretched, and waving goodbye to such fine impressionists, who have made kind moments even kinder through the sharing of information.”
This song is what I was working on when the shocking news of Mac arrived.
So, unfinished…YES. Though, hand delivered with all love and condolences: Right on time.
Thanks, Craig and Mac Tonnies for your offerings in friendship.
You are gravely missed on this end~
An homage to honor the marriage of my friend Kersen Witkin, and his beautiful wife Kiyo Taga.
It is kind of strange speaking about why the making of this piece has been so special, because I don’t normally have one specific reason behind why any of my collage art ‘exists’ – So, it might not be very easy to express going so ‘very out of my usual way’ to create an art piece with two people specifically in mind during the creation process. But, here goes anyway…
Kersen is someone I met over 15 years ago. Meeting him has been a wonderful experience in and of itself. He is someone who is incredibly inspiring to me. Someone who is fiercely loyal to those whom he loves. Someone who has always kept an open mind with regards to our friendship. And, most importantly, a true friend who has never judged me for being who I am.
Beginnings?
I first met him while he was a teaching assistant at the Montessori school where my two children were attending school.
Everyday, after classes ended, when I would show up to fetch my daughter Sofia, and son Joshua – Kersen would be there watching over this bubbling schoolyard of children. With all these busy bee kideroonies buzzing around our feet, we would strike up conversations about the randomness of this and that. At some point the question eventually turned to, “So, what do you do outside of being a mom? Why are you always dressed up?” – To which I returned the curiosity, “So, are you planning on becoming a teacher? What are your future plans?”
hehehe :)
From that point forward, our conversations moved on through many different subjects spanning the years. We have both relocated from NM. He now lives in NY, and I in CA – Opposite ends of the coast, but just as close.
Despite any distances, we continue to keep in touch like we are still standing out on that playground.
Recently, Kersen married his beloved, Kiyo Taga.
Now, because I have known him for so long, I know some details about his personal encounters with previous girlfriends, (not ALL, but some!) And, not unlike any of us, there have been some misfires which inevitably paved way into our chatter. We always spoke unceremoniously of our current relationships, and of past experiences in contrast.
Regarding Kiyo?
Well, Kiyo was different from day one. When he spoke about her, I knew he was telling me about his future wife. And, in hindsight, I believe that he knew it too. To elaborate: It was overtly simple to understand, and embrace who she was becoming to him, through his descriptions of her – And, who they were becoming as a couple was even clearer. So, none could be more pleased than I over this perfectly matched outcome, ( except for their families, of course! )
“It is without question, extremely apparent that these two people belong together: Absolutely.”
Alright then…
One of the most heartfelt projects I have taken on to date: A piece enveloping everything that is sacred, and subjective about love and friendship. A piece for my friend, with whom I have traveled quite a distance – A piece specifically dedicated to him and his lovely wife for the sharing of their lives together. A visual journey spanning years, and with more to come in the future. A piece to display and commemorate my complete respects for their union: The Beloved: Kersen and Kiyo
Take care till next time, everyone~
http://kersenwitkin.wordpress.com
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