unrelated irony, or, unironed relations

I found myself at a loss of the word 'acronym' moments ago, yet I am now set to graduate from my university (of the Rutgers New Brunswick variety). Transcripts are in, I'm calling myself a winner.

Now, a BA means BS to me, and those aren't acronyms anyway. And the omniscient spellchecker is contradicting my contractions, so screw it. My brain-loss can probably be attributed to the past five days I spent at Fusion Festival, in Lärz, Germany. It was a total adventure into partyland; magical forests, crazy structural installations, glowing things and people of all kinds (but mostly of the cool variety) infiltrating the music, non-stop all hours funshow.

Well, it's all still sinking in and I'll be wishing I had more pictures, but check out FLICKRFUSION2009. It's not as if I could showcase how awesome my time was. Best of all, I must say, was the incredible surprising good fortune I had to get a chance to see Ratatat perform, so I may as well have died happy and been reborn ecstatic as I left that sweaty room. And I did, and I was, and I stayed up and partied all through the night, into the light, unlike the advice from Poltergeist.

The graduation thing is taking time to sink in, too. I won't have a diploma until October, and not even a ceremony (I don't want any ritual observances from Rutgers, please, God). I'm just looking forward to celebrating with my friends who went through it with me, and those who must yet persist in their educations, and for those whose life is education, as we all live and learn through anything if we persist (and insist, and desist [from intravenous drugs, please]). And Rutgers taught me shit that a non-flying ape could have thrown at me. It hasn't made me a man or a mind. I am both of those anyway. And so, we make this work.

~electro sizzles

P.S. I wanna give a shout out to Michael Jackson, although he won't hear it.

The Dirtiest Night In The City

Check out the digital version I posted a few entries ago, and compare to the work I made today. FINALLY, after sitting on this for so long, I set it down for good, on wood. The background is made of cigarette carton foils.

Celestial Bodies

I made this painting as Friday's night stretched long into Saturday. I got some samples of curved wooden postcards from a design gallery. The circles are a printed pattern, and I did the rest.

I write, last night at Cross-Continental Spirit, with Ray Blues on his sax:

"Like the ebb and flow of a river, free, pure music finds cycles and streams, runs up against obstacles and around them, too, and swirls along its course. An endless cartography of terrain to cover. As each drop of water contributes to the whole of the river, so do the notes of a session get caught up in progression. A quick view of the tumultuousness created in a moment, in every moment of living. Sounds and liquids mix up the colors of your reflection and sHape you as something infinitely greater than that which you know you are."

I'm reading a book on the biography of "the New Music" of the 60s and 70s, influences of John Coltrane and Ornette Coleman and the like. As serious as your life, by Valerie Wilmer.

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