Art From A Can

I just did this Powerpoint show exploring graffiti as an art form, incorporating some thought provoking quotes from Raymond Salvatore Harmon's BOMB: A Manifesto Of Art Terrorism

"There are no rules."

you can never have too many......

solo recording session

character studies

Business Per Usual

Garrett's band just performed their first gig ever at The Grind in Redwood City! Slightly nervous at first, they quickly have become adrenaline junkies looking for the next venue.

As they loaded their gear after the show, some pretty young girls even followed them into the club's chilly parking lot.





Check out my photo coverage by clicking.... BPU

what lies just below the surface?!

Below the surface, under the radar and on the down low....this bonus reel slide show goes out with appreciation to you readers of DaBlog.

Nyahaha!!!

Check out my latest Halloween Show for some curiously creeeeeppppppyyyy vibes.

Soundtrack is by the always brilliant Danny Elfman.

Halloween Scene

McDonald Mansion was insane this Halloween!












And up and down McDonald Avenue, I was busy checkin' out the....costumes.

koi pondering

bark bark bark!

Love Songs

Take away all my sadness, fill my life with gladness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do. -Van Morrison



Check out my slide show of Cindy's wedding to Rich, and feel the love!

wedding gig.....

CONGRATS to Cindy & Rich!

wired

The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning-and I live by the river -The Clash

Steampunked

Here's my latest show. Check out a parallel universe where future and past collide!!!

Thanks for choosing Sears.....NOT!!!!

Taken from Matt’s handwritten journal……

DAY 1

I awake with enthusiasm. Today will be the day. Yesterday’s robocall assured me that the Sears tech would arrive between 8 and 12, after calling me first.

All is in readiness. The washer and dryer are gleaming and the laundry room sparkles with anticipation. I know that my appliances will soon be purring sweetly once more with just a little TLC from Sears.

The call comes at noon to say the tech has been delayed and will surely arrive between 3:30 and 4. I recite my mantra and resolve to go with the flow.

At 5:30 I call customer service in distant Arizona and learn that my Sears technician has gone home for the day. They’ll put me down for tomorrow between 8 and 12. I ask for a supervisor and am told that one will call me right back.

Hours later I sit by the phone in a candlelight vigil. Still no call back.

DAY 2

I awaken, somewhat disoriented from a dream of fresh, fluffy clothes spinning and endlessly spinning. I take solace knowing that I am dealing with Sears after all and this is America!

I wait feeling the call will come at any moment now. My food reserves are running low, but I dare not leave the house for Safeway. I don’t want to miss the tech, who will be here at any time I am confident.

Noon comes with a call to say the tech has been delayed. I gnaw nervously on my finger, hunger beginning to set in.

By evening, I experience the first signs of desperation. The lights flicker.

DAY 3

Daylight hits me like a ton of bricks. I awaken in a sea of dirty laundry. Oh no, I’ve peed myself and have nothing clean to wear. Surely someone will be here to repair my units soon. I must be strong and somehow get through this thing. I can persevere.

Supplies are dangerously low now. I am weak. I lapse in and out of consciousness.

I hear an engine and drag myself to the window hoping it is Sears. Just a passing car. I see my neighbor walking her dog and try to call out for help, my voice now too weak to hear.

SEARS IS KILLING ME! I ask God for guidance in this urgent time of need. Give me a sign O Lord. Again the lights flicker and this time go out. In my delirium, I have neglected to mail the PG&E check.

Another day has passed and my life has become a living hell. When will Sears get here!?

DAY 4

I awaken to find my forearm is now half eaten, though it has provided me little nourishment. All my rations are gone as is my hope.

All is lost. Kurtz had it right…..”Horror has a face and you must make a friend of horror.”

I resign myself to the awful truth that Sears has blown me off!

EPILOGUE

They found Matt in a fetal position by the washer, pen in hand and journal by his side. The appliances remain in disrepair

Wendy I'm Home

Something's up with Jack, something's up with Jack.
Don't know if we're ever going to get him back. -Nightmare Before Christmas


Strange eyes fill strange rooms
Voices will signal their tired end -Jim Morrison

Just who is this Mrs. Palmer?

For the ultimate wax job....

The Mad Hatter

The Mad Hatter: Have I gone mad?

Alice Kingsley: I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are.

Planet Surf

Photos taken while orbiting Bolinas today. The planet had some fast clean waves!

when good gifts go bad!!

Unwrap it...

ORGY OF GIFTS

cop stop

Town was packed yesterday, what with the big south swell, and parking was hard to come by. I guess other surf spots were closed out cause there were many unfamiliar cars, trucks and faces.

Lucky for me that Rob was packing up as I arrived for second shift. He said to hang for a couple minutes as he finished every surfer’s ritual of shedding neoprene, stowing gear and board strapping.

As we chatted, The Man rolled up. Uh-oh, better be cool.

“How long should I let you stop here?” he asked, somewhat firmly.

Thought process: Hmmm? As long as it takes? Probably the wrong answer.

“Sounds like a rhetorical question.” I replied. “I’m on my way.”

If only I’d had a donut handy...

I circled slowly around and eased into the spot Rob was now waiting to comp me with.

Later I “passed forward” the favor to Hans when he showed up for third shift. Ya gotta have connections these days.

Freudian typo

Today's instant messaging session...

Son: I just sent you an email. Check it out when you get a sex.
Son: Ooops, that’s sec.
Pops: Yeah, I hope to get a sex tonight.
Son: Ewwwhh! Good luck with that.
Pops: Gross, huh?
Son: Yeah, way too much information.
Pops: Don’t ask, don’t tell.
Son: Hahaha
Pops: Well, I hope you and Melissa ‘get a sec’ tonight.
Son: Hahahaha

multitasking

ain't it the truth?!

Not wanting to hear another one of dad’s reggae/dub mixes, son Garrett quickly plugged his i-Phone into the car stereo. I’m usually receptive to his soundtrack given our shared, eclectic tastes in music. I even figured he’d turn me onto some cutting edge alternative or hip hop artist.

“Poor old Grandad”, crooned Rod Stewart and the Faces to my disbelief.

Whoa, the good stuff from the seventies just endures!

Here are two clips of two Rons doing two very different versions of Ooh La La.... sorry, Rod for excluding yours & by the way, Riverdance wants their choreography back. Both of the Ron versions (they co-wrote the Faces tune) are amazing; yet for me, the wistful Ronnie Lane performance resonates as the most profound and bittersweet.

afterglow

family waves

Those father/son surf sessions are just the best! What a gift to trade waves with my son, Garrett. Share in the good times and check out the slide show on FLKR. (photos by the ever creative and lovable Rhio).


So.....CLICK IT!

surf like an Egyptian

any which way

Philo Beddoe: Right turn, Clyde.





Check out my quickie surf slide show on FLKR.

Matzo's Surf Journal

surf pics c/o Rhio, my surf babe!












I'm feelin the peelin'.












Mary rocks the Patch!!















The old crouch.


























A little apres surf breakfast.

son of anarchy

Oh by the way, dad....
there's a new family member now!

Flyboys

“What the?!”

As I tore away the birthday gift wrap, it revealed a child’s brightly colored toy plane. I stammered a bewildered attempt at enthusiasm for son Garrett’s gift on my 60th B-day.

“Dude, we’re goin’ flying”, he explained.

And last Friday, our adventure began....







“Bank 20 degrees right”, said my flight instructor. “Hold the controls lightly.”

I realized I was so focused that I was clutching the yoke. I began to relax as Sky Trekker, Sue Bellew, with her 6000 hours of flight experience, talked me through the training process. After all, she was being the brave one by relinquishing the controls to a total stranger.










I flashed back to my aerial photography days in PA and the flight lessons I’d taken as a survival back up. After 30 years my minimal skills were more than rusty.





Gradually gaining confidence, I began to feel the freedom of soaring 3000 feet above the freeways I’d jockeyed on only an hour beforehand.

Later, being back on the ground felt anticlimactic. How could we regain the wonderful rush and contrast to our earthbound reality? How ‘bout a surf we reckoned!

So, on Saturday, we hit the surf at Pacifica.....along with about 100 of our closest surf buds. As I sat in the crowded line up, I fantasized flying off to an out of the way surf destination in my own small plane.

Tattoo: Da plane. Da plane.

b-side

centuries of passion pent up in his savage heart....

Amazing! Startling! Shocking!
& inspired by my free 2MILE decal!

Awesome session today...south swell and fun shape at the Patch.