Gov'nah!?

Jesse Ventura is fightin for balanced perspective in the land of the myopic cochlea..

Birdman's Cigmouth..

I recently quit smoking.. Cold turkey.. Surprisingly, it hasn't been that bad.. I'm still able to commingle with avid smokers in my midst (certain family members and friends) and not opt for activation on that infantile urge to suck fostered by hand-eye coordination and habit.. Evil habit. It preys on the softshell mind of the little race of beings currently residing on this planet... Slowly they have strangers enter their land with gifts of candy and artificial playgrounds..

So I'm watching this movie yesterday while wrapping presents.. Best goddamn present wrapping job I've ever done mind you, and this Xmas doesn't even feel like Christmas.. Weird.. So I'm wrapping and watching The Birdman from Alcatraz, 1962 with Burt as Stroud and John behind the camera and I couldn't help but notice how everyone smoked.. I was literally waiting for the frikkin Canaries to light up?! Not really and my apologies for the cheese.. As I'm sitting their pondering the general acceptance of smoke and the general nicotine-rape-of-the-meninges, I remembered certain ads from back then that assayed my sudden discombobulation:

hahahah seriously.. Looking at these Ads reminds me of how blatant corporations were with lies and more lies.. And we happily conformed.. What a primitive bunch we were back then..

Wait a minute..

Digital Art

Skin Cellular..



X-ray Love..

Mental Urban Innards

Mr. Tonnies couldn't have put it better than describing Miru Kim as 'a refugee from a Steve Erickson novel' when describing her urban archaeology in exploring the underworlds of major cities.. She photographs herself in the nude in rare city guts where dirty creatures from some long lost mythos only dwell and feed. The result is a haunting chronicle of abandonment; I'm in awe of this woman as well...



(Soulshake to Mac Tonnies)

Water from Styx..

In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.