tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14759829454935155862024-03-18T20:48:37.015-07:00RE: PANSPETERThe messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-36442208868523574132010-01-02T20:04:00.000-08:002010-01-02T20:04:16.747-08:00Pan, is that you?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Dood, that comment has to be one of the strangest things ever.<br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">First of all, it is the first.<br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">And then the fact that it starts with "Well..."<br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">"Well..that was a nice post. I liked it."<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">...the hair is standing up on my neck.<br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">And anyways....a comment for that post??<br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Top it all off with his website being eerily tasteful, even.... gentle, considering it's for a cock pump.<br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Charley, we may have conjured the horned, hoof-ed and apparently quite casual and friendly god of the woods himself ( who moonlights as a concerned patron saint of the flaccid).<br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">I've wondered along the way if we should distinguish our individual posts as we go along so that "Bathmate" (again, chills) can tell us apart or is that the reader's work?<br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">In response to your "project manager" interview, what did you do with out a portfolio?..walk in with a good joke, matching socks and a candy wrapper stuck to your butt?<br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">We should post the Mog Mobile development, maybe? Or is that for your other blog?<br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">That would be http://trenchdesign.blogspot.com, everybody.<br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">I must go. So hungry. Need pizza. Feeling faint.<br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">More non-congruent posts to come.<br />
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</div>The messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-56691511276908561882010-01-01T22:45:00.000-08:002010-01-01T22:45:32.341-08:00you are famous!Ruppert! You got a comment on your posting! This is huge. Things are going to really start happening now. I don't know who Bathmate is but goddamnit if you don't have a fan. He sells some sort of cock pumps on his website. They are "Elegant solutions for erectile dysfunction". I would have to guess that he (maybe she) was doing some kind of market research and discovered pan's peter by mistake. I knew that was a good name for this blog. <br />
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As far as what I showed from my portfolio at my interview goes, I basically completely stifled any design aspirations. I brought my portfolio but I hid it in my truck. Under the seat. Next to my candy wrapper collection. My title is Project Manager so I had to present myself as such. I mean, when I am lucky enough to land some design project, I would say that 10% of my time or less is allocated to design. The rest is spent on fabrication, juggling, scheduling, sourcing, driving around, sweating, mopping, reassuring and generally dealing to make it happen on time and on budget. It ain't all sniffing markers, my flend.<br />
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I am excited to see what you come up with for MOGmobile ideas. Thanks for helping me out.<br />
I gotta hit the hay.<br />
See ya, and congrats on soliciting the first Pan's Peter comment. Things are really happening. This train is pulling out of the station baby.<br />
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ps: I like those fake skin tattoo things. They are kind of Cameo-esque. Something old fashioned about them.The messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-30651908272637358222009-12-26T14:32:00.000-08:002009-12-26T14:32:37.139-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBpdq4O6EbDrl-XlxGpLSQ1gqkfh-J7wW_6u00I-m4VzRH5Oxgw7fRKdNJ5Dq1Y2rN25HSxw-9GaLJ77vYjlEsoIRByxBBOVNPD9JHD9BFpRN-r7LUqMSTYxMT0LVZ3yZ2r-f2qHdMmuUf/s1600-h/fox-rabbit+web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBpdq4O6EbDrl-XlxGpLSQ1gqkfh-J7wW_6u00I-m4VzRH5Oxgw7fRKdNJ5Dq1Y2rN25HSxw-9GaLJ77vYjlEsoIRByxBBOVNPD9JHD9BFpRN-r7LUqMSTYxMT0LVZ3yZ2r-f2qHdMmuUf/s320/fox-rabbit+web.jpg" /></a><br />
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So now that I have gathered my senses after hearing the news of your gainful employment I will submit a proper post. I checked out Lit Workshop's site and am not surprised in the least that they chose you. They love boxes and sneakers, two things that you have demonstrated complete mastery over. I am really curious as to how you presented your portfolio for the interview and what exactly you included. It must have been a very merry Christmas for you to know that a job is waiting in the new year and I suspect it is just the beginning of Wheelock-World Wide (once you have devoured them).<br />
I can only hope (and work like the Devil) that something good is coming my way this year. Otherwise, it's getting pretty fucking dark in here.<br />
Above are two of the several synthetic skin tattoos I gave away for Christmas this year. There is nothing more I can learn (technically speaking) from these practice skins. I need blood.<br />
I am glad to report, however, that the little butterfly tattoo posted earlier has apparently healed quite nicely and that all the ink has stayed put. This was not a given because, at the time, the tattoo-ee (Amy) had drank several beers just prior and I was working mostly blind in a puddle of body fluids with tiny shader needles that are, I am told, very easy to overwork, which I did. For two days afterwards she was able to press a piece of paper to the butterfly and get a print off of it! I plan to build my empire off of this little tattoo, somehow, so I was on the edge of my seat about it. <br />
I would love to see some MOG mobile sketches and , again, a Mad Madelaine when you can.<br />
C.The messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-24804957226168951772009-12-23T06:55:00.001-08:002009-12-23T07:55:14.804-08:00Extended forecast: Hell has frozen over with a %100 chance of flying pigs.Charley!!! A Job! ...A Job!!<br />
I feel....wierd.The messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-24152484057251005092009-12-20T00:26:00.000-08:002009-12-20T00:26:33.320-08:00I got a job in the manufacturing sector!I need to google "Project Manager". Why? Because I am going to start being one Jan 4th! I got a job! What the hell? I have been trying to get a job for 5 years! I just can't believe it. I have been in a state of euphoria for the past couple of days. The company, <a href="http://litworkshop.com/">Lit Workshop</a> is a manufacturer with a design department consisting of three or four people. They do a lot of fixtures and display units for retail environments. They have some amazing machines. a water jet cutter, a laser cutter, a 5 axis cnc router, a big finishing booth and a lot more. I am going to have huge responsibility. I have to professionalize my ragged ass. <br />
I told them I just committed to the MOGmobile so I am starting there working 6 hr days through Jan, then full time. Three months of probation and then hopefully, a raise, some bennies and a job! <br />
What should I do?<br />
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I want to draw I want to dance I want to puke, I just feel so expressive with the weight of years dropping onto the floor. What a relief. I mean, my self confidence has been plummeting for some time now. It sure does feel good to have someone believe in you.The messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-26179043495815974002009-12-12T12:59:00.000-08:002009-12-12T13:03:28.380-08:00if you don't title the post, who will?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Christ, Charley, you're a busy man. I am very glad Madelaine's adventure turned out O.K. A very scary moment for a parent that I can only imagine. Your description of her closing her eyes just before the surgery gave me chills. Then again, who would you rather have administering the anesthetic then Dr. Stoner himself?..Dr.Stoner..that is just too rich. How do you make it to, or even through medical school with a name like that?<br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I can see from the photograph that you have your work cut out for you to get Madelaine to make an angry face. She obviously finds the whole exercise much too silly. Still, you must prevail for me, other wise my secret project will be in vain. When you try again, please do it out side in an even light. The lighting needs to be similar to the picture of Leo.<br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, I read the latest posts on DesignTrench.<br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Where in the world do you find the time to illustrate and post a recipe!!? I think I'll give those onion grenades a try for Christmas dinner. I suspect the gastro-intestinal fuse on those bad boys is about 45 minutes and then it's all out biological warfare. I pity the fools.<br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was pleasantly surprised to see an Erwin Wurm fat car on the blog as well. I think you two were separated at birth. I would post other examples of his work that remind me of you but Google takes all the fun out of that.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You and Jesse must be beside yourselves (which is quite Wurmish, come to think of it) about the DesignSponge home feature. You two have always run a pretty tight ship, it seems, so I hope there isn't much work to do. I do, however, suspect that you're cooking up some ill-advised prank home accessories to keep the invaders on their toes. A small touch, like a vibrating door knob or perhaps a completely inexplicable apparatus that they are too afraid to ask about. Anyways it's very exciting and I expect my drawing of the cow to figure prominently in the article.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thanks , too, for the plug in your story about the hilariously mangled job proposal that you gave to the library. I don't think I've ever been quoted on line before except by myself.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And yes, you have, without council, I might add, gone public with Pan'sPeter. And now, with the imminent onslaught of hungry consumers desperate to have a piece of us, we need to manufacture a clothing/screen print line based on homeless rags from 'free' bin outside the Salvation Army. I'm totally in, as you already know and am presently counting the millions yet to be made.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1...2...3...4....5...6....7.....hhmm, I can't think of any more friends who will buy one for a dollar.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I thought for a moment that Pup-puh-ho could be our star graphic ( he does grace the blog marquee after all), racing across the random polo or bitchin' plaid trousers we scavenge, but still, a simple skull might still be the answer. The Pup-puh-ho might be a little too...shlafty. An actual Faun could work, after all this is Pan'sPeter but only if he's gnarley enough. No prancing or flute. I will also prepare a new "Fuck the Race" logo for consideration.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Below is my first completed tattoo. I'm terribly pleased with this humble little butterfly. It was an addition to a memorial tattoo by an unknown artist from Alabama that resides on Beth's older sister's leg. "Jayden" is her grandson (Amy was a grandmother at the tender age of 37) who died a newborn from a birth defect where the organs form on the outside of the body. Nice going, God.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Some fairly high stakes for such a rank beginner as myself, considering not only the sentiment, but also that my effort is adjacent to an obviously seasoned shop pro.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I look forward to hearing about your job interview, the mere fact that you were even able to drum one up in this economy deserves a celebratory wine stained thumbs up.<br />
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Yo Bro,<br />
Sorry about the delay. I took a couple of pictures of mean Madeleine but couldn't get it just right. I couldn't get to not ham it up for the picture. Before I had a chance to do another photo shoot, she was struck with appendicitis! We had to take the poor little thing to the hospital where she was under the knife within hours. She was a champ. I was really impressed with her courage. I will get one when she feels better.<br />
She was well prepped for her hospital visit. I don't know if you are aware of this book: Madeline (n I can't figure out how to underline the book title, grr) but it is about a little French girl who gets her appendix out. We know it well over here and I think it gave our Madeleine some strength. I brought our copy of the book to the hospital and got everyone I could to sign it for her. Even Dr Stoner, the anesthesiologist. I love this town. <br />
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It looks like the blog design*sponge is going to do a feature on our house! There is a section called sneak peeks where they show the domiciles of designers and artists. So Jessie and I took a bunch of pictures and sent them off. The home editor sounded like she was going to do it, so that is exciting. Last time I was in design*sponge my blog and my website took record hits. That was from the award winning soapbox car though. that thing is a slam dunk. I am a little anxious to see if the design savvy masses will approve of my humble abode. <a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/category/sneak-peeks">Design*sponge</a> is pretty big. This link is directly to the sneak peaks section that we are going to be in.<br />
I have been planning on how to handle this little opportunity. I have set up a a traffic tracking program called Google Analytics to monitor my web site, trenchdesign, the etsy shop and panspeter. Last week in a long rambling boring blog entry I went public with panspeter. I am equally excited as I am horrified to see if the design*sponge gets us some visits here, through trenchdesign. I will give you the secret passwords and whatnot if you are interested in seeing the action. <br />
Do me a favor and take a look at my blog post called "Two Ways Prepare Crow" or something. Is it too verbose? Is it worthy of visitors or is it too long for someone who doesn't know me? I wanted to write a lot so I could bury the link to Panspeter as deeply as I could. Shroud it with text so cryptic and prose so indecipherable that nobody will ever be able to get to that part. I want to have some fun stuff up there. And I want to have some more fun stuff up here! I want more fun stuff everywhere! So get on it Ruppert. I am counting on you to shine. Somebody might see this.<br />
Make a fuck the race shirt, take a picture of it and I will put it on our new etsy site. It seems like my price point is too high for etsy. We need to sling some $10-$20 items. How about it? We need to do it this week if we want to cash in on the free third hand publicity we might get. Sounds like a good enough reason to drop everything, right?<br />
Make a shirt, don't even bother with the silk screen yet. We will open the umbrella when it starts to rain.<br />
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I have a big job interview tomorrow so wish me luck.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">So I tattooed Beth's chef from work (Fabio) today. It took like 4 hours! Actually it was the second 'stab' at it to clean up my feeble first attempt and also add color. I still have to color in the island and that mutant little star that indicates where Fabio was born on the island of Sardinia. This shit is hard to do, man. Of course this is my second tattoo ever so I'm not being too hard on myself. Even so, better him then me.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">'Soi Sardu' means 'I am from Sardinia'.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The island shape, cross, and decapitated heads are the actual flag. Fabio wanted the wreath and I came up with the wave like blades. Apparently some uppity arabs (Moors) attempted to take over the island years ago but these crazy waps cut the heads off of four warlords and posted them on the corners of the island as a warning. This tattoo should do well in Baltimore.<br />
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</div>The messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-57901710018401716782009-11-14T14:44:00.000-08:002009-11-14T14:45:51.115-08:00Bitter Boy"I'm not bitter, I'm an artist!<br />
Reminds me of when I was in France and, in response to a french friend calling me out on a cheerful beer fueled rant, I triumphantly exclaimed:<br />
"I'm not drunk, I'm an american!"<br />
So put on a pot of coffee and gather the wife and kids and I will post.<br />
You know, it's true that adulthood brings on a keener sense for the sour and bitter regions of the papillae.<br />
Before I explain the temporary blunder of actually worrying about my life, however, I must comment on the troubling amount of hair that you put around the pumpkin hole. A whole new meaning to the term JACK-o- lantern (too easy). They're not supposed to be that terrifying, Charley.. I have my suspicion that it was summarily rejected from the carving contest and so you grabbed it out of your car trunk real quick to snap the photo before security realized you hadn't left.<br />
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On second thought, put the kids to bed.<br />
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Now, back to my demoralized and wanton morass of self pity. I should like to start with a touching, even poignant moment that greeted me this morning, which sort of says it all.<br />
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My two girls ('dogs', dear future, anonymous reader) like to 'suck' on any socks or 'shoes' they can get a hold of. They have come to understand that to chew a hole in the master's footwear is a very bad thing so they literally steal stuff and sort of, well, suck on it.<br />
The above picture is as appropriatley out of focus as my naked eyes are in the dawn's early light. That is my lunch money (and coincidentally, my life savings) marking the exact spots where there had been a series of small turds. Notice the elegant arcing turn, as the beast attempted to negotiate a table. I would need to return to these spots momentarily with an enzyme solution that could neutralize the imbedded remnants of the offense.<br />
What is my point, anyways? Truly, I've forgotten....o, yeah... by marking it with my lunch money I would be able to deliver the solution to each exact spot and not waste any.<br />
This, my dear friend, is my life.<br />
And yet....but in a single, fleeting romance, I could lose all of my sorrows with that pumpkin of yours.<br />
By the way, is that the same hole for putting the drinks in first?<br />
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I disagree about the image we should use, even though I almost weep with nostalgia at the sight of those two little fellas..<br />
It needs to be simpler, more iconic like I suggested over the phone. I will send you a $138,395,032 idea shortly and then you can post a note telling me I'm wrong.<br />
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While I was rooting around in the basement for the shirt, I found another little treasure in an old NYC journal.<br />
I blame him for everything.<br />
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</div>My boy is sick today so I am at home with him. Work at the winery is ending sometime next week and I am psyched to move on. Perhaps in this direction:<br />
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I think we should open an etsy shop and recall the fuck the race t shirts. We could lay them up on shirts we get at the good will by the pound. Green and funky. Like my toe jam. The etsy shop (ETSY.com) could be a fun extension of Pan's Peter. And and any extension of any Peter is a good thing, right? What say ye? It is free. <br />
Only hitch is that if orders come in we will have a cross country scramble to make them. I am thinking just a black line drawing like the original, but each shirt will be different. Easy, right? and the way I figure, if it costs us $2.00 per shirt and we sell them for $10 and we sold 34,598,758 shirts, we could stand to make $276,790,064. That is $138,395,032 each in one year! I bet you could get Beth to marry you then. Shit, you could buy your own fire department and be the chief!The messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-73448723310350025232009-11-05T18:25:00.000-08:002009-11-05T18:34:18.691-08:00Here's my post, on Thursday, which is named after Thor, who I wished I was.I visited the MOG site that you are supposed to represent with a "tricked out" wiener-like mobile. The site grabbed my attention for about 10 seconds. If it's not about me or someone I know by pheromone, then I can hardly give a shit anymore. I guess I'm just really, really sick of everything, especially the next generation and the wave of advertising it spawns, I barely survived the machine that stuck it's fangs in the X'ers.... as if I ever bought anything because of an add....As if I ever bought anything at all that wasn't just to go in my mouth.....(I know, I know...what the F is he talkin' about?)<br />
I will say this, though, it looked very well designed, very youthful, and full of more, more, more.<br />
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One thing I definitely care about is OUR ever"verging" careers and you have come up with yet another ridiculously fun and daunting sounding project. Too bad it's all going to turn to shit.(<span style="font-size: x-small;">shhhh.....I'm using double psychology on the gods</span> )<br />
Your choice of sub-vehicle (the Unimog) may be problematic though, in that, although it appears to be able to drive over several of its's selves in a row, it also appears to get 3 gallons to the mile and is probably a nightmare to fix (not good for all the commuting it's supposed to do). Now, I know your all Twin Barrelled up and want to kick the world in the head with a giant pair of balls on wheels.<br />
The only icon I can find on their sight is red Target-looking headphones (there's your "Balls" actually) or that fat little red circle that shows up in the address bar (again, very close to Target's icon).. Make those big red headphones or "Balls" and slap some wheels on it. Big f'ing Unimog wheels! I don't envy the task actually but I know you'll come up with something.Oh, and $30 grand to do it..?.... and road legal? That just pisses me off. <br />
I've much more to say about everything but I forgot to eat today .<br />
Please visit The Baker Artist Awards ( again already) and vote for my pauper ass! Something <i>good</i> has got to give eventually, besides not dying on a daily basis. What the fuck were we given all this talent for anyways? I feel a rant coming on and it really is mostly due to a craving for pizza or a pacifier or a cigarette or the ability to fly.<br />
Below is the link:<a href="http://www.bakerartistawards.org/nomination/view/christopher_ruppert/2610">http://www.bakerartistawards.org/nomination/view/christopher_ruppert/2610</a><br />
Wise cracks and sundry feedback expected.The messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-18057425659225644202009-11-04T22:46:00.000-08:002009-11-04T22:49:05.065-08:00where is my Sunday blog entry?Where is your Sunday blog entry, ya chimpanzee?<br />
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I have been trying to line up work for myself when the luxury of completely busting my ass for 70 hours per week at the blinding rate of $13/hr evaporates next week. I am sending a proposal to a guy who wants a tricked out marketing vehicle for his music/social website called <a href="http://mog.com/">MOG</a>. I went to UVM with the guy who started the company. I am very excited about it. He said he has a budget of 30K. I am currently trying to grow a quick set of big balls so I can ask him to bump the budget up to 150K. <br />
He wants a vehicle that will be driven by a couple of hotties to college campuses and festivals etc. He wants it to be as crazy as the Oscar Mayer Weiner car! I heard he was looking for someone to do this so I contacted him. He told me that some dudes in Oakland were going to do it. (they are a S.F. company.)<br />
I emailed him and said those clowns from oakland were going to make him a float. I'll give him an icon!!!<br />
He called me the next day and said, "Charley, I want an icon."<br />
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So this could be fun. My brains are a twitter. I have a great crew I can draw from here to get this done. I hope I get it. I have to send a proposal of sorts on Monday.<br />
I think it would make sense for us to start with a Mercedes Unimog. Have you ever seen one of these guys? They come in all shapes and sizes and I bet I could find one that I could transform into an icon. Here is a video of one that some rednecks got a hold of:<br />
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But what if you slip? Surely, you would perish in the murky swag. Perhaps you should be wearing a brighter cap that would stay afloat above your foamy grave to alert a passing sommelier.<br />
When I worked on a vineyard in Italy in the Fall of 1989 I saved a man who was hanging by one hand above a giant vat of grapes (true story). Aldo, the vineyard's owner, was on a cat walk above some monstrous, automated grape crusher and lost his balance. When I heard the screaming I found him losing his grip on a railing 6 feet directly above the giant, diabolocal grinding mechanism. Talk about crushed grapes.<br />
Who knew alcohol was so dangerous!?..and that's without drinking it.<br />
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My mother bought me a pair of skateboarder shoes for my birthday and it's probably why I'm still alive.<br />
Until the next stupid shit, yours truly,<br />
c.The messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-43825725336928463812009-10-25T00:50:00.000-07:002009-10-25T00:52:24.885-07:00undercover instructional videosyo bro,<br />
I love that french Pup Puh Ho. I guess I love all Pup Puh Hos. There is not much to dislike. I had managed to transform the image in my demented memory of it. I really thought he had a retired linebacker type body with a very youthful bound, unteathered by the anchors that hold everyone else down. Love that guy. He gives credence to my unfounded optimism. <br />
check me out in the grapes. <br />
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</div>The messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-35781654250890579042009-10-21T17:28:00.000-07:002009-10-21T17:28:33.549-07:00Parlez Pup Puh HoFirst of all, the pup puh ho I drew in NYC was leaner then this one. Where did you get the memory that the pup puh ho was ever ....chubby!?<br />
That one I drew on the granite wall under the bridge in pencil stayed for like three years. Very sad to find it gone, on one of my return visits (they finally pressure washed the wall). The one above, as I may have mentioned along the way, was done in France in 2003, drawn into a slather of ink on a plate of glass and then pressed onto a sheet of rag paper. Yes, he is running in perspective, away into the stars. He looks like a constellation. It just came out that way, that time (one can never be sure). I like the feeling of him having turned towards his mission, balls to the petal. There is something bitter sweet in it. The unholy glee has become earnest, committed. Leaving. The Pup Puh Ho of a 33 yr old.<br />
My favorite is the one I sent to you in a letter sometime in 1998 or 9. He was leaping off of a cliff above a rising flame, suspended by a butterfly tied to his cock. His inner twinkle was blinding, glorious. If you have it (which I half expect you to), please post it.<br />
Then there is the triple breasted hermunculous demon Greg signed a few letters with, which I feel was some how the predecessor. Maybe that's what the french Pup Puh Ho was running away from.<br />
Well, my friend, the chimney harvest has begun in earnest and I have just learned that<br />
I need to begin running stairs with a weighted back pack to prepare for the Fire Dept physical...ugh...<br />
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Ithaca brings not riches but the journey itself, right? The messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-14247220655525486152009-10-19T23:12:00.000-07:002009-10-19T23:12:00.519-07:00puh puh hoYou realize that the guy running up there is not the puh puh ho I remember. This guy is much leaner. Even muscular in a Greco Roman wrestler type of way. He is also running away pretty fast. The guy you drew on the wall back in Morningside Heights had a much different attitude. Maybe instead of a skull, you should get a chubby, happy-go-lucky, carefree Puh Puh Ho in a twinkle toed leap.The messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-7058685855247106762009-10-19T00:02:00.000-07:002009-10-19T00:04:52.617-07:00they will eat your brains out.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 11px;"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
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</div>The messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-89954785855540945662009-10-13T03:33:00.000-07:002009-10-13T03:33:26.334-07:00psssMaybe 'Armageddon' IS a scrum of frisky spankings under a giant stalk of broccoli..<br />
...that's not so bad, really.The messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-42971094601157332712009-10-13T03:28:00.000-07:002009-10-13T03:28:57.152-07:00pssFor our legion of future readers: I am not responsible for Monk's tattoo....whew....just to make that clear.The messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-86447332010780143962009-10-12T18:48:00.001-07:002009-10-12T18:48:57.523-07:00psNice friggin' fish, man! or 'Squish'..get it?The messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-9761825261454461802009-10-12T18:47:00.000-07:002009-10-12T18:47:55.783-07:00from one grunt to another<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Goddammit!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';">Twice I have deleted an almost completed posting and could not retrieve it!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';">It was incredibly witty and pertinent and took me 3 hrs to write. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';">I talked about straddling a slate roof with a 50lb bucket of morter for the entire day (talk about frank and beans!) and Monk's (a young sweep) "Armageddon" tattoo that turned out as a scrum of frisky homos spanking eachother silly in the shadow of a giant stalk of brocco</span><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';">li. Then there is the 'forgive me ' sign the other owner (not Cullin) has decided to put up permanently (for god only knows what) for his girlfriend, not to mention he lives up in his bird coop above the company compound doing God only knows what, like some kind of Nosferatu (See pictures below). Rumor has it he occasionaly descends to verbally abuse Monk (I never actually witness this or actually ever see the owner... ever) although Monk always relays the previous day's abuse on our hair raising morning rides to work as Bob, my crew mate, who rides us both downtown to the compound, races to the crack 'O' dawn methadone clinic. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';">So, are you angling to move up the food chain at the vineyard? Your tattoo suggestion to your boss (and friend , thank god), as hilarious as it is, will not help. Also, I am not available for that particular gig because I have made a pledge to never tattoo on a penis or tattoo an image of a penis (as icon), grapes or no grapes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';">I must go, before this evil machine deletes this whole e-mail again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';">By evil machine , I mean me.</span><br />
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</div>The messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-1237510061856100442009-10-11T23:13:00.000-07:002009-10-11T23:13:56.245-07:00alohaAhh, finally, a day off. This winemaking is hard work. I have been all over the winery this year. They have let me do things that I can hardly believe. From driving the forklifts to running presses to digging out tanks, it is all fun as hell. I talked a guy from the office into mounting a camera on a good vantage point and setting it to take a picture every minute, all day. I am looking forward to showing you a stop animation<br />
of a day. I really want to shoot the clean up at the end of the day. We are essentially a food service and it is very important to clean the fuck out of everything, every day. I have not experienced as much indulgent gushing of hot water since I took a shower at the Yale Club locker room. There are grapes everywhere. seriously, by the end of the day I am picking them out of my underwear. I freaked out in the shower when I was washing the hot dog and beans and I came across a gnarly purple scab! It turned out to be a grape skin that had managed to slither right into my crotch.<br />
I was asking my pal Sam, the guy you sent a shirt to, about winemaking. I think he might be a little bit of a cowboy, trying odd things to achieve the wines that best represent the personalities of the terroir and the vintage. He has a tattoo of a little grape cluster on his arm. I suggested that he get a new one. I think your tattoo career has really inspired me. I told him to get a tat that goes under his arm across his armpit and down his ribs a bit. It would be a big hard cock with a whole cluster of Pinot Noir grapes as his nuts. I told him you were the guy to do it. He seemed open to the idea.<br />
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Congrats on your firefighting exam score. That sounds promising. What a great job that would be. Even better than carcass cleaning. If it doesn't work, there is always taxidermy.<br />
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</div>The messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-69685831078565904062009-10-07T14:39:00.000-07:002009-10-07T14:39:43.535-07:00careful what you work towardsSo I got a notice from the city that my 'converted graded score for the eligibility list' is a 91.<br />
I think this is good. My mother has a colleague who's husband is a career firefighter and she thinks that score will put me in the first tier of applicants. For the next year I'm on a list that they will call in on a rolling basis. I know I can pass a physical. We'll see about the arrest record.<br />
As a chimney sweep you see every corner of the city and from just about every angle. There is constant driving from job to job because most 'sweeps' take about an hour. Sometimes there are longer projects like a chimney liner or rebuild but usually we will go from horse country to the ghetto and back again in a day. Because we work from the basement to the roof at any given house cleaning the flu(s) etc.. we get a really intimate view of the way people live. So, whether we're riding thru a rough part of town or pinching our cheeks on %70 graded slate roof to install copper gutters, or crawling over boxes of memorabilia to reach a furnace, I'm now in constant EMT-Fireman fantasy mode. I'm involuntarily taking the scenery around me and visualizing all hell breaking lose. The fat lady in the moo-moo watching me vacuum the chimney damper becomes an inert epileptic with a blazing floor joist about to crush her or the junkie dipping around the corner (one of hundreds we drive by every day) is going to be the guy I scrape off of the street and into an ambulance because his jaw was blown off with a 357 magnum. I wonder if I'll throw up? Probably.<br />
Hey, how is the 'Design sponge' thing working out? If well, then I know your psychotically busy and writing an e-mail is the last thing on your list. And I looked up earwigs....nasty.<br />
ps Let me design the earwig 'tattoo' that goes on your arm for the wine label.The messenger betweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13302322664516066858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475982945493515586.post-68745848671983368482009-10-03T06:12:00.000-07:002009-10-03T06:12:01.853-07:00Harvest ContinuedEarwig Soup:<br />
It will eat your brains<br />
It will get you laid<br />
Dissolves STD's on contact.<br />
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Are you really going to make some wine? Does this mean you will sneak around the vineyard after hours collecting the run-off or can you put in an order for a barrel to be relabeled in your basement? I feel your suggestion for a label design (fist and forearm) was an invitation for me to doodle something up ... However, the label should probably be done by your own inimitable hand...not that you even asked...which is cool....<br />
Besides you could also easily find some starving hippy wood cutter in that town of yours to do the real thing. Just promise them a bottle of wine when they finish it and then hit them over the head with an empty one when they're done.<br />
It does seem like a really fun industry. Especially the harvest. That's a great picture of Chef Mike about to enjoy a glass of slurry in his lobster-man gear..... I do not, however' see any 'shorts' in the picture of you about to step into the vat. I will assume you have institutionalized those red short shorts of yours ( as immortalized last year) but that they have shrunk over the winter ( due to the all squashed penny tannins) and now function as an actual thong.<br />
Why not just shovel that shit out naked (besides the fact that it would get you fired)? That's how the real Bacchus would roll.<br />
Below are some pictures from my own Autumn activities (besides chimneys,poptarts and tattoos.) which include making 'fire and spill' paintings with the boys next store from the group home. First we build a proper fire on each one, then strain and spill disgusting moldy house paints we've scavenged from the neighbors and then I will add a little gold leaf and mud slip possibly, before trying to get them into a gallery and then better yet, into someone's living room. That's Harrison and Tevon, by the way and I have become "Mr.Chris". It has a nice ring, don't you think?<br />
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