Pee Wee's HairHouse

C'mon in...and pull yerself up a chair
Let the fun begin...it's time to...um...brush yer hair...

Crush

He was my very first crush. And with a name like Danny Senior, I'm sure it won't be too difficult to figure out which one he is. Go on...give it a shot.

I'll show y'all which one he is tomorrow.
(p.s. In case you didn't know this, you can click on ANY of the pics to make them MUCH bigger.)

Now...let the guessing begin.

An admonition for clean living? Hardly.
Just a shopping list written for my brother by his then-4-year-old son, Dylan.

Not Right in the Head

A fondness for the letter 'G' is a sure sign of insanity.

(p.s. Cool letterhead font. Especially for a nuthouse.)

Boom

Contrary to appearances, I really DON'T like it when things blow up.

43 Harrison

It's getting there...
And I was wrong about the opening.
It's next SATURDAY...but that's still all I know.
Barbara? Any info you can add??

FLASH!! NOW the opening is set for August 5. This time it's official.

Off to the Gallery...

And I'm remembering to bring the camera today--perhaps I'll have pics of the progress for y'all tonight. Update: the opening is either next Thursday or Friday (I'll find out today) and the gallery is at 43 Harrison Street. I ought to have all the final details soon...

now...off to sweat and get full of paint...and whatever else...

Environmentally Friendly

Johnny Dekalb always writes the most hilarious postcards whether he means to or not. This one is from 1998 and was in a pile o' stuff I was looking through tonight.

I need a slide scanner. Pronto. And a better camera.
Or you people are gonna be reading my old mail a lot more often.

Fashion Faux Pas

Just a thought: Curators of historical costume exhibits may want to re-think the headless mannequin when presenting fashions of the Ancien Regime. Or at least incorporate a head basket into the scene for historical accuracy.

And leave the poor sans culottes alone!

Splendor in the Grass

Trampoline

Wedding reception fun for kids.
(And me, too...but thankfully no pics of that!)

Buddies for Life

When you have a child with someone,
it's always a nice thing to remain close if you can.

Reception

Crap. I forgot my camera at the wedding reception. And I've got so much post-celebratory energy in my system right now that sleep is definitely out of the question--damndamn, I really wanted to look at the pics from today. Oh well...here's a reception pic from my friend Jeff's wedding in 2001 which ought to tide you over until tomorrow.

There's something about this pic that I love--I think it's that Weegee candid high society nightlife feel it has to it.

Here: Weegee

Casual Friday

It got awfully hot going through Barbara's storage shed this afternoon, looking for decorative accoutrements for the gallery space. And I was wearing hot, bulky jeans. So Babs (as we like to call her when we're feeling especially frisky) offered to lend me a pair of her daughter's shorts. Well, these actually belong to a friend of her 12-year-old daughter. Who lets their prepubescent child WEAR something like this, anyway?? My sorting ensemble was quite humorous, actually, as it was bottomed off with my Docs and white sport socks. KLASSY, eh?? Anyhoo, they got me through the heat of the day a little more comfortably, so who am I to complain?

p.s. Update on gallery/show stuff--Dean, the 'other' partner wants to open next week and is making a bit of a stink about it. But he doesn't seem particularly invested in doing the work which would guarantee that all is good to go by then. As I've got a wedding to go to tomorrow, and Barbara is out of town Sun-Tue, I suspect the following week is a more realistic goal. (For anyone in the Chicagoland area, the gallery is on Harrison Street in Oak Park--just west of Austin--which is sort of an 'Art District' with lots of small galleries. Once I get the final hee-haw about date/time etc... I will post it here).

I showed Barbara some of my work this morning and we decided to go with some of my older stuff for this first show--some of the pieces I'm working on now will fit better in a future show dealing with erotica (yay--gives me more time to struggle with them/have them 'evolve') Not to say that the pieces I'm putting in this first show DON'T have an erotic aspect to them--most of my work does in some way--it's just that the new stuff deals with issues of sexuality (especially within the context of 'relationships') more directly. Anyway, it was good to get some feedback from her and to have input on some of the issues I usually struggle with--how a piece can be shown to best effect, how to pull disparate elements together more cohesively--that kind of stuff. Barbara has had a gallery before and has a knack for pulling it all together. Which is a godsend, cuz I've never had any clue...

Green Eyes

'Is it the sun that makes them so green?

Those are the prettiest eyes I have ever seen.'

Gallery

Spent the afternoon working on the gallery space.

At the moment, the floor is a real piece of work in and of itself.

I Want My EMTv...

Congratulations Lorelei!!
Ah, my girl...she's all growed up and starting paramedic training on Monday.

(p.s. How you like my half-assed Photoshop cut n' paste technique--tres amateur, oui?)

Foxy

So here's the story: Mr. and Mrs. Warhol (Michael and Kate) are assisting in clearing out artifacts from an abandoned coke processing plant on the far south side of Chicago--artifacts which will eventually be used in an Industrial Heritage Museum.

This poster of the lovely and buxom Pam Grier was found, obscured by coal dust, inside the laboratory building of the factory ("horny chemists, I guess", sez Cletus). The Warhols decide that the poster would be more appropriate as an item displayed in their collection of "Late 20th Century Industrial Sexism Studies" artifacts (Item #0001.2006). I wholeheartedly agree.

Michael and Kate have a thriving Chicagoland tour business, Brainsnack Tours. Make them show you around and tell you things you never thought you needed to know about Chicago. And then ask them if the Larry Car is operated by the Moe Driver and see what they have to say. Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk...

Family

Who???

Trousers

My daddy n' me. We so groovy.

Fountain

Frankie and Christine cool off.

Casper

Hey y'all. Another one from the archives, circa 1966 maybe? Cool T.V.

I'm busy struggling with a new sculpture. Gonna be in a show at a new gallery opening in Oak Park at the end of the month. Want at least ONE new piece finished for it, but it's been hard to stay focused. I'm trying though.

Probably won't be posting as many pics in the upcoming weeks, but I'll keep you up on my artistic struggles (prepare yer eyes for many damnations) and I will post all the gallery info when I get it.

Wish me luck.

Zoey

He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "If you're ready to go, it's OK."
She looked up at him to let him know she understood.

Then she lay down and went to sleep.

Firestarter

Suck

Some people just do.

With Child

I've been having lots of dreams lately about being pregnant.
Anybody got a dream interpretation book handy?

Anyway, this is my favorite picture from when I WAS pregnant.
And before you even ask...Brandon stopped shaving his beard when he found out I was gonna have a baby. And he didn't shave it off until after Jasper was born.

Frankie

One for the ladies...