I wish I could be a blogger who endorses a political candidate with a well-written description of the candidate’s attributes. I’d list the pro’s and cons of both men and then find the specific differences that set my preferred candidate apart, which I would then insightfully deliver to my loyal readers, inspiring them in a domino-like effect to set my vision into motion.

I’m gonna puke on Wednesday either way. With Bush it will be the dry heaves and a fever, with Kerry blood in my stool and the chills.

UPFRONT GALLERY presents new work by Los Angeles artist Leigh Salgado, who is best known for her dramatic, large-scale sculpted drawings. Using a combination of pens, burning and paint along with small blades, Salgado has pushed the two-dimensional surface of traditional wall works into the sculptural plane by physically cutting out much of the negative space.

Artists’ reception held Saturday, October 30, 6-9pm. Show runs through November 28. Gallery hours: Thurs.-Sun. 1-4pm, or by appointment. 267 Laurel Street, Ventura.

If you make the drive, I will see you there. And I got wheels.

I bought a car today. It runs well.

I didn’t even know what kind of car it was until an hour after i bought it. As I walked away from it in a parking lot I realized that I had almost no idea what it looked like. So I looked back at it and saw TAURUS, so there. What year? No idea, but the fucker runs.

The paper is still at the printers. I am exhausted. But I got wheels.

You can work and get the job done or you can click here and scream omigawt!

another day another missed deadline.

A few technical difficulties are affecting my ability to finish this issue of the magazine. I did a search and replace and somehow removed every single space of every article in the magazine and had to start from scratch. But I have had many deadlines much worse, so if this delay is all I encounter, ha ha ha, so be it.

It rained tonight. The World Series was on, it wasn’t much more complicated than that. The day you make your life simple is a wistful day, as the moment of contentment seals the deal you made with your own careful self-directed placement and you’ve arrived to palce that exists outside of stress. At least for now.

Had to go to MOCA today to see the Ed Ruscha drawing retrospective exhibition. Had a deadline with the Los Angeles Downtown News. Had to come home and write the review. 758 words. Without scooping the publication i can tell you the show was underwhelmingly dull.

See what happened was i was at lunch and my editor fro the DTN was there too and it was like - hey dude, where is my story, it was due today - and I was like, first thing tomorrow boss. So I bummed a ride to MOCA from the girlfriend and then saw the show, got depressed, went and got a press kit, looked through that, saw the show again and split for home on the bus. The bus driver was a crazy one, making quick cutoff lane changes and all kinds of speedy madness, but I did not care, as it got me home quickly. So with it all fresh in my head, i wrote the thing up and took my girlfriend to dinner where I saw Eric Campuzano who gave me a complimentary copy of the new Lassie Foundation CD.

And all f this came in the middle of a deadline for the magazine - production must go on. Can you say all nighter?

We went to an art opening Friday Night. Kinda nice show of a variety of works, just a group show, noa group curation, ya know the diff - right? So the show was called TARFEST and it was held across form the La Brea Tar Pits and as we were walking form the car to the gallery, goddamn if there wasn’t an intense pungent whiff of tar - we almost gagged.

So Jennifer Faist and Sonia Romero were in the show. There was an artist who painted landscapes that looked like stained glass. And someone who did rows of faces. Let me tell you, it has been a long time since I have even left my neighborhood and to be out in the world after a severe hermit phase was weird, I was almost nervous on the streets. I gotta get out of the loft more often. Really.

I think i will be buying a car next week.
The writers are turning in the articles and I am diving into deadline on the next issue of the magazine.
My girlfriend’s eBay business is booming. The hardest part is convincing people she is doing this for a career and not just as a hobby.

There was something else I have been meaning to tell you…

I saw the guy who used to work at the Printers (where I got the magazine printed for 11 years and then they just closed in July), crazy man, wandering the streets of Glendale, moping, hasn’t filed for unemployment, went on and on about his situation and then apologized after rejecting the hundred and ten suggestions I offered as help for picking himself up off the streets.

But there was something else I have been meaning to write…

I’ve rearranged what once was my gallery space into more substantial living quarters, a living rom, mini-home-theater and now have a poker table. I think the Brewery Art Colony Gaming Commission is about to be formed.

But there was something else… Okay, stay tuned something is really going to bubble to the surface.