and then add a bit of this
followed by a whole bunch of this
and a dash of this
and a whole pant load of this
and I’ll think you see what I mean ~ and if you’re still on the slay ride then you can crank a little bit on this
It has been a season of itches and twitches and after some major meanderings the mushroomman seems to have landed in a studio. Whew!
Here’s a view from all the recent do so far. Which coast am I on?
More to follow soon.
dog gone ~ now in Brooklyn = nice fo sho
All Gone ! ! Even Nicer ! ! !
Somehow we carved out a little space of humanity in the middle of a hustling world.
People came from Nepal to Hawaii. Not because it was our destination ~ but because it was a safe place for the kids to play and grow and learn. One of the last.
So this rag-tag group of characters along with a handful of European mutts found something rare and beyond the scope of monetization. In short: a community.
With a name like Robin Hood Manor though (we called it the ‘hood’) it was bound to be swallowed by the ‘profits over people’ motive that pervades our corporate sponsored culture these days.
Let Freedom Ring ~ there is a new sheriff in town now and they can’t see the woods for the trees = think weed fit in?
I’ll heading to funky town soon ~ and these folks from the ‘hood’ will be in my heart forever.
Like co-eds in a phone booth swallowing gold fish ~ the evidence of 10 years of art projects/classes spewed into the yard.
Thanks to the cuzzin krew for manning the life boats ~ I’d still be bobbin for oysters without them.
And thanks to you gentle readers ~ my advice is that all advice is suspect – which is to say I am certainly uncertain. That sound familiar?
So with a little help ingesting my ADMR of chaos ~ a few glimmers of something or ‘other’ came shining through
Count down to Santa Rosa = stay tuned.
How did a towel get to be a main character in a TV show? That’s funky-town for ya. The pallets are down next to the shed with the collapsed roof. I know ~ it seams kinda pathetic ~ and ina kindova way I agree. But hey beggars can’t be chosers ~ or can they?
Even Squidward is a bit bummed but with a little help from the Idaho cousins the schlep is gettin’ a lot lighter and hey ~
~ at least for now there is still pop-cycles to be had. Some how life goes on with in you and with out you.
Definitely on the move now with the target date to be all the way out N up in Santa Rosa still = 4/20. I’ll be shuffling around up N down the 101 quite a bit over the next two weeks while the cuzins izin town so ~ as soon as there is more shape to show-N-tell it’ll be happenin’ here
It all started when the teaching job went south ~ then the other teaching job faded away ~ finally in Feb 2013 I got the noose = no more Mr Apt Manager = no job & no home as of 4/20 ~ interesting eh?
Well as you can imagine the scramble began all most E mediately. It is looking like at least for now there is a spot to land up in Santa Rosa and a job lined up for a month teaching summer school art in mid-June down in Larkspur. Between all the up and down it should be a spicy summer.
Meanwhile back at the ranch we’re trying to cook up a whole new virgin of reality. So far mostly dreams. My cousin Jordan arrives on Thurs with his partner Bridgette and between the 3 of us we’ll probably figure some things out.
Stay tuned ~ more noose to follow soon.