Friday, December 31, 2004

HAPPY NEW YEAR !!! dc9thousand

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... w/ all my love in the OH OH OH five!

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

@ll my PI3R$ ...

... i have this thing for piers and the people that walk on them ...

long beach, seal beach, and huntington beach all have piers. i have at least one moment either under over or near each of them that has stuck with me as the best in my life. either it is walks with my mom and my lil frinds to see the fishermen, or breakfast burritos and seagull swipes under the sun. each of these wood and concrete structures holds a lil bit of me and my life. caught in the sun, the rain, or the moonlight my piers are lightning rods for my love of the ocean and the times of my life. so kudos to you pier makers, kudos to you!

Friday, December 24, 2004


...late at night in the warm dark of my room i slowly twist my neck to hear the far off cries of the gantry cranes on thier nightly migrations from left to right. the wooping sound they make sounds like dinosaurs backing out of a tight parking spot at the mall. these are the sounds that wash over me at night when i am alone with my thoughts and dreams. the slow rustling of the wind stirring the leaves in the alley along with the low hum of the computer that brings me back from the harbour and anchors me to my bed.

... sometimes i can imagine flying over the fingers of water outside my window, lined with metal toy chests and a million busy bees of international commerce. its kinda funny, i never fly in my dreams.

Monday, December 20, 2004

.o0O0o. .o0O0o. .o0O0o.

... some favorites are quiet ... shhh

Sunday, December 19, 2004

.O0o. one old november ago .o0O.

...KR-KR-KR Krank...KR-KR-KR Kraaaank...
"your flooding it!"
"i think i know my own car."
"like you knew whats-er-face's dog?"
"hey, she'll get over it. dogs are not always forever."
"not around you... rico suave!"

...we both laughed like it was the funniest thing ever. the night was young and the thanksgiving cheer was flowin large. mario slapped the wooden and tin roof of my 66 sundial, "let's get this show on the road."
"i couldnt agree more my good man!"

it was a short hop from penguins to 52nd and Atlantic.
"we cant forget the brown-man"
"by no means my good sir" vvvrrrooooommmmm pop! vrooom!

after the pleasantries were over we all piled out of brown's house and back on the road. mr toad and his wild riders are of to the ball or where ever we were goin. it really didnt matter, the boys are back in town and the midnight horizon is wide with possibilities for clever kids like us. the night rattled by at a blistering 57 mph and shone bright through the louver windowas af my aging classic bread box.the 710 never looked so good. this was the last night the crew had, and maybe the last night we would all be so simple. more so than we would be for many years to come. we burned up the asphalt, barreling to the coast, not even the hot tail winds of the santa anas couldnt catch up. we were moving at gods speed. a hot and dry 20th winter in so-cal. nothin' better.

"i guess we'll stop at tin-can. that cool?"
"really? awesome. so, whats on the agenda?"
"i brought a lil something back from the woods"
in a tandem voice from me and duck, "really?"
"oh yeah." he said in a good way.
"has any one heard from suelo, and lisa?"
"yeah they took off last week"
"seems like everyone is on the move. like they are all movin' on."
"precisely my clever little chum! now check this out."
we all shared a laugh and a little peek at 3 kiddie juice bottles of , well, we'll call it tea.
"not for the faint of heart my friends."

this was a time like no other. no fear, no apprehension no reason to look back. in a few days we'd all be on different paths not to reunite for years to come, but this was not the point, the point was now and we were the pointers. "CHEERS, CHEERS to my best friends. the night is young and fungus is on the menu." the dull clunk of the plastic juice container ushered in the evening. just then the santa ana winds caught up with us with a sandy pat on the back. "let the games begin!" i said as the first blast of dirty air rushes hot past my face.

laughing and joking in the dusty wind at the edge of a flat beach.

Saturday, December 18, 2004


... shutter buggin out! afternoon @ cabrillo

Friday, December 17, 2004

·´¨*·.¸¸.*·´¨*·.¸¸.* santa ana winds

... the devil winds of southern california

in southern california we have something called the 'santa ana winds'. for those of you who have not had the pleasure, 'the santa anas' are a warm desert wind that comes out of nowhere and blows warm & strong out to sea. sometimes called the devil winds by the local folks. although they may not come directly from the devil, they are winds of change that mark the new holiday season and usher out the old year. warmly rushing out the smog and soul-side pollution of the 'ano viejo'.

with the winds come power and consiousness. i am in no means the carlos casteneda of the long beach area, but i do know what he means when he speaks of the power in nature. the grand canyon, the rocks of joshua tree, and the patch of dry empty beach south of the pier, by olympic pool in good 'ol belmont shore. you can just feel it when you stand in those hot winds as they roar out to sea with all of your worries. scrubbing you down for the new year.

... tan cuidado mi hijo, el diablo is out, and runnin' hot in southern california.

Thursday, December 16, 2004

mee enn pee oTWO

... same night. santa ana's @ 43mph, it's warm and strange out.

... medium format dreams

me,,, n...pedro oONE

... i once heard ...

that an artist has traditionally had a troubled relationship with the city they are from. as for myself, i think i love too much, but now she and i are a bridge or two a part and i am now im working on a newer, more troubled realtionship with a new city ... me 'n' P

... medium format dreams

Tuesday, December 14, 2004


...this was the sky today 12/14/04

... please do yourself a favor and check out any and all publications of the paintings of mark rothko.

thank you for your time. start here! enjoy & get inspired :)

Thursday, December 09, 2004

wuh d@mn ????my creepy dream????

... well you can put another nickel in the good ol' nickolodeon, 'cause i got a WHOPPER.

to the native peoples of the world, dreams have forever been a way to connect to lil freaky person inside of all of our heads. well, this time it is no different. i am about to relate a nasty, carbunkle of a dream. i dont want to put a spin on it in any way cause it is a big, juicy, humdinger of a vision. here we go in to cavernous depths of the cloggins in my noggin'.

it began around midday in what can best be described as an industrial art facility that closely resembles my college and an asphalt factory all at once, that is located in what i can call Terminal Island in real life. i go there and in the back is a water level cement dock. i got into a small leaf-shaped boat and proceeded to drift away from the waters edge.

next i find myself in a flooded out industrial facility similar to a parking garage with other people wading around in the chest high water while i float in my lil craft. next we all decide to get out. as i exit the boat i can see the back scales of a large alligator serpentining through the murky water. i remember being afraid of the bottom and refusing to touch it. the whole time i am in fear of touching the gator and making him bite. i then wander into the dark corner seeing a small light in the distance.

when i emerge from the watery urban caverns i come to a midnight basketball game for inner city youths and join in. after playing a few quarters with a bunch of really tall black kids and shootin the shit about how bad my 'handles' are, one kid says, hey come over to my house and well eat with my family. i was down. we then went to a place where i often go in my dreams. it is a cross between San Francisco, Hermosa Beach and N.Y.. There this kid has a bungalow house on the edge of a high rise district. Almost like an illustration or a painting. When we get there i realize that we are uncomfortably close the house of my ex-girls new boyfriend's house (dont ask how i know that).

at the house we chill with his lil cousins and grab some BBQ while i keep an eye out for any uncomfortable situations on the horizon. soon, as in most of my dreams, i end up having to take a piss. THIS is where it gets weird. in the bathroom there is a door leading to the side of the house. it is the kind of door that has the horizontal louvers that crank open (like in old kitchens in CA. bungalows). these windows go from the base of the door to the top, so it is essentialy a huge window in the door. as i relieve myself i see the happy couple outside the door. then her boyfriend says he has to take a piss and he walks in to the bathroom that i am in. i turn away like hes not gonna notice its me, but we all know that never works (i dont know why not, its my f&ckin dream). well, needless to say he freaks out. i can see his chick (my ex) outside by the bikes they road in on. she looks worried, but she also looks like LLL. now thats funny 'cause i never dream about her, EVER. in my head kinda knowing im always wrong with faces in my dreams, i think it is DDD. well, anyways the dude pushes me down. i get back up and go to push him and he slams the glass door as my hands go out. my hands fly through the plates of glass and i feel pain. when i look down at my hands i see a lil red line across my right wrist. at that moment a torent of blood come flowing out of my wrist. i go out side and see LLL. i say 'DDD help me!' she looks back at me and says 'My name is LLL you prick!' and they ride off. my arm and legs feel warm from all the blood flowing out.

right about now i am freakin out in a weird dream way, not hysterical, but urgent and confused. i begin to run around to the front of the house and look for the family but they are all gone. every time i ask someone for help i look down and see the blood is gone and then as soon as they laugh and go away the torent of thick warm fluid rushes out and i get dizzy. after a while of running i make it to a small mexican restaurant (wich actually was the lower east side pizza joint i went to with tish in NY) and they believe me and help me get to a doctor.

as quick as it began it was over. now how bout that?

Friday, December 03, 2004

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ....................... :( sad lil d. i an asshole?
for the life of me i cant decide weather or not i am the biggest idiot of the year or just a normal guy. lately i have had a number a strange dreams about ex's and long lost friends and i cant regognize any of them as who they are but more like how they feel to me.

for instance, i had a dream that i was together with a girl i went out with when i was 19! random as hell if you ask me, but the reall kicker is that in the dream it was not really andrea (thank god) but it was another much more important person. the part that is buggin me is that i was so stinkin happy in the dream i didnt want to get up.

here is where i feel like a a-hole, i have been away from the relationship thing for a while and goodness knows that i love to love, my ol' ticker has been kicked to shit by the gals and then by me. in most cases the reason for my own acheyness is my own fault. for some reason i always have a fatal shortcoming that seems to kill whatever relationship im in (usually cash related) but insensitivity is usually around too.

so am i an asshole because i feel slighted in the whole thing or am i just a normal guy who is a chronic fuck up when it comes to love? the idea of either disturbs the shit out of me. well at least im not a guy with gold chains and grey chest hair. yet.

what a loser! comment and tell me what you think. pooo