Self-Portrait (meta-homage à Magritte)
Call for submissions for gallery show of iPhone photography
Dark Flower by kb
This is a call for submissions to the iPhontography/Giorgi Gallery “iPhotography – Pixels At An Exhibiton” gallery show, opening January 30th at the Giorgi Gallery in Berkeley. It is simple to enter!
- Read the Submission Guidelines
- Register
- Email iPhone photos.
- Tell your friends, have them vote!
Yes, this is another case where an obsession of mine got out of hand, but this one involves other people! I, along with Rae at the Giorgi Gallery in Berkeley are hosting and curating a show (the first that we know of) comprised entirely of images made with the iPhone.
I’m obsessed with it. I know other people who are. So it’s “let’s-put-on-a-talent-show-in-the-barn” time!
Visit iPhontography.org for all the details.
No one really cares how smart or clever you are. Talking to myself again.
What ever happened to coffee-achievers? I want to be a coffee-achiever!
you know, and get paid for it.
Download now or listen on posterous
02 Wild Pink Yonder.mp3 (4657 KB)
Wild Pink Yonder from the Flight of the Atom Bee cd http://bit.ly/atombee
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Dream of the Wild Horses/Redhead Tells The Sun
To Kiss Blue Violets, by Mirabilia Images
By Luciano and Mira Marino, Mirabilia Images
Here is the original photo I licensed from Luciano and Mira for use as the cover of “Flight of the Atom Bee.” I am, frankly, still wondering if I made a mistake cropping out her nipple—it add such an intense erotic jolt to the image. But my brain-trust was unanimous about it. I do not, however, mind being wrong sometimes. Oh well, what is done is done. Here is the full picture, including nipple.
You can visit their website by clicking here. It is one of my favorite sites I have yet found for artistic nudes. And they are very nice people, as well,
Flight of the Atom Bee remastered—now available 11/17/09
Flight of the Atom Bee photo by Luciano and Mira Donato, Italy www.mirabiliaimages.com
1. The Big Shimmer 7:38
2. Wild Pink Yonder 4:58
3. Flight of the Atom Bee 9:28
4. [Hydraulic] Serenity Applicator 4:52
5. March of the Molecules 5:25
6. The Blue Man Wept 6:59
7. World’s Night 5:19
8. When We Were Machines 7:52
9. Fountain of You 4:16
Realizing that vast strides had been made in digital audio technology in the years since I originally recorded this song, I recently got out the old 1″ tape on which resides the original recording of the title piece of the cd, took it down to Wally Sound Studios in Oakland, redigitized the audio and took the resultant audio file to Oakland Wunderkind Charles Stella, who also mixed and mastered my “Pop Down The Years” and “the seasons” cds, and had Charles apply his advanced noise-reduction magic to the track.
I then had Thomas Dimuzio, well-known in the avant-garde music world, remaster all the songs off this strange and beautiful work, unique in the canon of analog synthesis, “Flight of the Atom Bee.” Click here for the story about the actual creation of the title song, “Flight of the Atom Bee.”
Some years ago, I released a version of the cd with my novel, “Flapping,” with some songs deleted and others added from what is now the “Deus Sex Machina” cd, which I also recently had Thomas remaster and release, but this songlist is the original “Flight of the Atom Bee.” It had been my intention to make the cd more “commercial” with the subtraction of some songs and the addition of others. As friend and collaborator Shoji Kameda, of the On Ensemble and Hiroshima, kindly pointed out, there really is no way to make “Flight of the Atom Bee” commercial.
It is, nonetheless, a work very near and dear to my heart. Very electronic. My first attempts and merging the orchestral and the electronic into a modern classical idiom, electronic pop for the ages.
Get “Flight of the Atom Bee” on Bandcamp.
Come back, Baby!
Baby has been gone for four nights now. I walked all over the neighborhood looking for her, calling her name, tonight. No luck.
I am having this weird paranoid idea that she got taken away as karmic retribution for the deer I killed on my way home the other night. My car is still in the shop for that crash.
In any case, I am posting a free download of a song I wrote for her, “Baby’s No Help,” as an offering to what/whomever might have some say in her safe return home. Come back, Baby!
Twelve Breaths To Shambala
I was in the pawnshop today, making sure one of my guitars could play the blues, with authority, sometime in the near future.
A woman, somewhat older than me, was buying some drums for a couple of men. She was slender, well-kept, smelled of money. She was quite gregarious and had a lovely smile.
She asked me if she could give me a card. She had prayed for an image and the Virgin Mary sent her a picture and then Buddha told her to hand out one million cards with these teachings:
- Be one with the natural world.
- Enjoy Earth as it is.
- Join your Twin Flame.
- Live as Kings and Queens with your friends.
- Surround yourself with Fearless Warriors.
- Embody spirit resourcefulness
- Be crystallized in who you are, together and apart.
- Share your temples.
- Command your spacecrafts.
- Love yourselves and you will love others.
- Know thyselves as God.
- Ascend and Descend into Shambala.
I accepted the card with a smile and said,”Well, you are one card closer.” She smiled back.
Now, I have known this woman before, rich girl turned new age seeker with borderline personality disorder. She keeps pets, man-pets, buys them drums and vegan dinners. Woe unto them who displease her or fail to praise her vibrational wisdom.
And with that, I am off to join my Twin Flame.
“The entire country of Shambhala is in the Jinn State; here is where the principal monasteries of the White Lodge exist.” – Samael Aun Weor, The Major Mysteries
“The secret country of Shamballa is in the Orient, in Tibet. The Master Jesus has a temple there. Other Masters live with him who have also resurrected and who have kept their bodies over the many ages of time.” – Samael Aun Weor, The Aquarian Message
The Spanking Book, an introduction
A few years back I had the notion that I could make a lot of money selling spanking kits, that is to say, selling kits that would enhance the erotic play of people into spanking, which, according to my observation and an informal survey over a couple of years, was just about everybody. I would make the kits, sell them online, throw a pie in the face of political correctness, make bags of money, and spend my days working on music and counting bank.
It was perfect. It was genius. It was hilarious.
So I created the kits with the help of the HoneyBun brain-trust (some smart woman friends, generous with their advice and time), developed the deliciously scented oils, lotions, toners with organic essential oils, designed and built the website, went to LA, took HoneyBun girls to Las Vegas for the International Lingerie Show, appeared on Playboy radio, and, after a year-and-a-half and all the hoopla and hype, was sleeping in my car in the Von’s parking lot at 3rd and Vermont.
That is, until the police relieved me of my car one night at 3 a.m., leaving me, with all my possessions not in storage, standing in the middle of Korea Town.
But HoneyBun is a story for another day: I’ve written twenty-five thousand words of the HoneyBun memoir and will get back to it one of these days.
I will say this (and I’ve never told this story to a living soul): the night they took my car away, I did my usual nightly vocal exercises in the aerobics room at the Koreatown 24-hr. fitness, then my work songs (old standards with the piano backing playing from my iBook).
There was a really cute blonde girl doing stretches at the far end of the room on a mat. When I finished the songs, she asked me where I was performing, because I was too good not to have shows. I didn’t tell her that I was about to have my nightly weight workout, shower, shave, and then off to Insomnia Cafe to write until 2 a.m., at which time I would drive down to Von’s to sleep for the night at the east end of the large parking lot.
In any case, after she left, I started crying. Not out of self-pity, just the frustration and the pressure and the ridiculousness of my situation had gotten to me for a moment. But I knew my voice was in great shape and HoneyBun would break big any day. And those thoughts carried me for the next few hours until I saw the flashing red lights in my rearview mirror.
The other thought that would intrude in those final days of homelessness was that I would have had more time for music if I had been pulling espresso at Starbucks for the past two years. Ah … insight!
Here are some illustrations I used in promotional material. I also published some vintage spanking erotica, a number of them scanned from a great book, unfortunately out of print, “Jeux des Dames Cruelles,” on the HoneyBun website with captions written by the HoneyBun girls. I have made a digital booklet for your diversion.
Science gallery
Br-r-r-r-r-r … It’s froggy time again!
Just got in from a ride up to UC campus … big clothing store on Bancroft … bought some gloves, etc., and froggy hat kept my ears warm. Thank you, Froggy! Summer is def. over.
One Man’s Opinion Of Moonlight
Pop Down The Years
