design time

I’m thinking of doing a major blog re-design. I’m aces at the movable type template/plugins etc, but i sort of suck ass at graphic design (when I say suck ass, I mean in a bad way). So i need someone who can work with me on this who sorta gets movable type templates and who […]

I’m thinking of doing a major blog re-design.

I’m aces at the movable type template/plugins etc, but i sort of suck ass at graphic design (when I say suck ass, I mean in a bad way). So i need someone who can work with me on this who sorta gets movable type templates and who gets my aesthetic.

Anyone interested?

What I got in mind is something akin to this; with a color palate and design based on classic old school tattoo flash. I want to keep something similar to the general layout i have now (i have too damned many links to do two columns), but with a re-vamped (and maybe easier-on-the-eyes) color scheme. I actually have a shirt that looks really similar to the color/design feel i want (click for a full-size view):

Flash Shirt

If you’re interested in helpin’ me out, let me know.

Fresh Crush

My man Julian Lamb of Ruby Crush sent me some quick snaps of his latest work; this stuff ain’t on his site yet (though I hope it will be soon); so this is a preview or what’s to come. He sent me several but i particularly want to feature this, which I think us simply […]

My man Julian Lamb of Ruby Crush sent me some quick snaps of his latest work; this stuff ain’t on his site yet (though I hope it will be soon); so this is a preview or what’s to come. He sent me several but i particularly want to feature this, which I think us simply awesome.

Swallow Crush1Swallow Crush2

(click those for a bigger view)

He’s perfectly captured the look of the classic swallow tattoo (which represents both home, and freedom, in classic sailor tattoo lore). It’s a stunning piece. I love how Julian’s work is developing; if I had the cash I’d buy one almost everything he’s shown me.

rabbit

This is a sort of artistic brilliance that defies my ability to describe. It left me utterly speechless. Rabbit by Run Wrake: It’s longish (8 minutes) but watch the whole thing. It’s utterly hypnotic. (Props to Dauber for the find)

This is a sort of artistic brilliance that defies my ability to describe.

It left me utterly speechless.

Rabbit by Run Wrake:


Rabbit

It’s longish (8 minutes) but watch the whole thing. It’s utterly hypnotic.

(Props to Dauber for the find)

Categories: art

Darwin sez

Someone gave me this today. I’ve heard the quote before, but i love the image and quote together. That Darwin, he was one smart geezer. (tx, B!)

Someone gave me this today. I’ve heard the quote before, but i love the image and quote together.

Darwin-1

That Darwin, he was one smart geezer.

(tx, B!)

Life on the Ocean Wave

No idea why I’m still awake. I even took a sleeping pill and yet, 2:15, i’m fuckin’ around on line, listenin’ to Horslips and looking for a decent image their logo to make a t-shirt from; reading song lyrics, tryin’ to figure out sometihng to write about. And i just happened to stumble on a […]

No idea why I’m still awake. I even took a sleeping pill and yet, 2:15, i’m fuckin’ around on line, listenin’ to Horslips and looking for a decent image their logo to make a t-shirt from; reading song lyrics, tryin’ to figure out sometihng to write about.

And i just happened to stumble on a video of something I’ve been looking for for two or three years.

I wrote about it recently – tattoo flash I want for a backpiece. An image originally drawn by an artist in long beach, CA (Where my parents grew up), in a shop on the Long Beach Pike.

I was looking at some video on some site someplace and there it was; a quick pan-and-fade, not a complete image, and very small. But there it was.

It isn’t enough to give my tattooist to show him what I want; even though we’ll be re-interpreting the thing, i need it all and in enough resolution to print well. That’ll come later when I get the DVD sometimes this fall. But it’s enough for me. It’s enough to tell me, yeah, that image that grabbed me back then when i found it, it still grabs me the exact same way today.

These are crappy screen grabs, color’s washed out and they’re small; but they’ll do.

Thus, Life on the Ocean Wave:


A life on the ocean wave,
A-home on the rolling deep!
Where the scater’d waters rave,
And the winds their revels keep.
Like an eagle caged I pine
On this dull, unchanging shore.
Oh give me the flashing brine,
The spray and the tempest’s roar.

A life on the ocean wave,
A-home on the rolling deep!
Where the scater’d waters rave
And the winds their revels keep,
The winds,….. the winds…
The winds their revels…keep.

Once more on the deck I stand,
Of my own swift, gliding craft.
Set sail, farewell to land,
The gale follows fair abaft.
We shoot thro’ the sparkling foam,
Like an ocean bird set free.
Like the ocean bird, our home,
We’ll find far out on the sea.

The land is no longer in view,
The clouds have begun to frown.
But with a stout vessel and crew,
We’ll say : Let the storm come down!
And the song of our heart shall be,
While the winds and waters lave:
A life on the heaving sea,
A-home on the bounding wave!

Wave Top
Wave bottom

Yeah. I think it’s still working for me. Now I know, and I just have to wait for release of the DVD. And then it’s all time and pain and money.

The Eyes Have It

This is fucking brilliant. I dunno how much I’ve talked about comics but i grew up on a steady diet of sci-fi pulps and comics. And Jack Kirby, more than anyone else, defined my early comic-reading days (Well, that and Gilbert Shelton, but that’s spelled comix). My first comics ever were Kirby; an issue of […]

This is fucking brilliant.

I dunno how much I’ve talked about comics but i grew up on a steady diet of sci-fi pulps and comics. And Jack Kirby, more than anyone else, defined my early comic-reading days (Well, that and Gilbert Shelton, but that’s spelled comix). My first comics ever were Kirby; an issue of Nick Fury, agent of S.H.I.E.L.D was the first comic I read, and Kamadi was the first one I bought.

There’s a reason they call him King Kirby.

Anyway, I just found this on BoingBoing, and it rules – a collage of Kirby comic eyes.

Kirbyeyes-1

That’s just a little sample, it’s way bigger than this (sample thumbnail courtesy of BB).

3/5 of a fistful

I’ve been meaning to post about this since thursday – when it was going to be a sorry excuse for a half-nekkid-thursday post. Only I wound up not having time to even fuckin’ think the last couple days. It was then only an after-thought, since I wasn’t really feelin’ half-nekkid so much on thursday. In […]

I’ve been meaning to post about this since thursday – when it was going to be a sorry excuse for a half-nekkid-thursday post. Only I wound up not having time to even fuckin’ think the last couple days. It was then only an after-thought, since I wasn’t really feelin’ half-nekkid so much on thursday.

In any case, I was gonna post this on thursday because that’s the day I got a fed-ex shipment with this simply amazing DeadRingers Classic Skull Ring:

Skullbox-2

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Chicas de calendario de los años 70s

This is what girls looked like when I learned just how much I really liked girls. That’s from a ‘Chicas de calendario de los años 70s‘ collection – 70s pinups from Spain. (found as usual, on BB) Man, what a difference from today’s porn.

This is what girls looked like when I learned just how much I really liked girls.


Picture 2

That’s from a ‘Chicas de calendario de los años 70s‘ collection – 70s pinups from Spain.

(found as usual, on BB)

Man, what a difference from today’s porn.

MirrorMask

Go. See. MirrorMask. Now. Two words sum this thing up. “Wow“, and “Acid Trip”. Wait that’s three words. But nevermind. I sat, partway through this movie, and thought, I’m watching an acid trip with my eleven-year-old daughter. And the sad thing is, I can’t explain to her how cool that is, not yet anyway. What […]

Go.
See.
MirrorMask.

Now.

Two words sum this thing up. “Wow“, and “Acid Trip”.

Wait that’s three words. But nevermind.

I sat, partway through this movie, and thought, I’m watching an acid trip with my eleven-year-old daughter. And the sad thing is, I can’t explain to her how cool that is, not yet anyway.

What makes up for this is that she got the movie. And I don’t know any other kid her age who would. She can’t think of a single one of her friends who’ll get it, and she has geeky friends. She lists Coraline as her all-time favorite book; she worships Wolves in the Walls and loves The day I swapped my dad for two goldfish. She can’t wait to read American Gods and wanted to know all about Anansi Boys, which is on my bedside now.

She gets Gaiman. She gets Dave McKean‘s art. She gets the crazed multi-media world he lives in.

She understands, without my having to tell her anything, what the inside-out dreamworld of MirrorMask was all about.

We walked out of the movie both saying wow together; geek rapture, but also art rapture. Because while MirrorMask is a movie, what it really is, is three-dimensional, moving art. like few movies I’ve ever seen, this film is complete, pure art.

It’s hard to describe. The closest you cam come in spirit is to say it’s like Yellow Submarine. But it looks nothing like Yellow Submarine. What it looks like, feels like, is walking into Dave McKean’s mind and wandering around, a place where schools of fish swim through the sky, where you need a net to catch books, where stone giants float in the sky and old ladies keep sphinxes as pets. I guess one part Yellow Submarine, one part Cabinet of Doctor Caligari; with a side of Pee-Wee’s Playhouse and a pinch of Tim Burton.

And no, that really doesn’t capture it.

What’s it about? Hell, it doesn’t matter, at all.

Just go see it.

And let me add, I’m in love with Stephanie Leonidas, who looks like she’s about fifteen in this movie, but is evidently old enough that I can buy her a drink if I ever run into her into a hotel bar.

I wanna do drugs with these guys, I tell ya.

for some value of ‘naked’

My friend Lisa sent this to me. New Yorker cover, aug 2005. Hugs ‘an kisses, Lisa! I’ll let it speak for itself. If anyone knows the name of the artist who painted this, give me a shout.

My friend Lisa sent this to me. New Yorker cover, aug 2005. Hugs ‘an kisses, Lisa!

I’ll let it speak for itself. If anyone knows the name of the artist who painted this, give me a shout.

Ny Aug 05-2