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There are so many distractions at school. You think that when you sit down in a computer lab reserved only for graduate students in your department, you'll experience only focused, blazing, hemorrhoidal silence, but then the kids from urban planning start discussing their mapping project that uses BART as its subject and they're talking about how some people can't afford to use BART because they charge a progressive fee based on starting point and destination and they wonder why is the West Oakland station is all red on the data map. I know why, it's because of the bloody blood blood blood that's everywhere, that's why. Blood from a ruined community that was thriving before planning type official aliens tore it down to make way for BART, you know that already. How can I concentrate at a time like this? Talking about my town in such a clinical, dispassionate tone is just fucking with me really. It's a double tragedy—cry now and now later too. And throw a few more in more in there just for the hell of it. Cry way back when too and some in between cries if you have a chance. I was cracking up at Disneyland on the way out of the Indiana Jones ride when I thought about this adjusted drama masks symbol. What a fine tattoo! Tragedy all over the place just like real life. Helen says to proceed with caution because it's too funny and that's bad sometimes. But she's one to talk with "you break it, you buy it" on her ass. HELEN. You've got a lot of nerve.

I was trying to draw some pooh characters from my mind during my economics class. The above is the result. It's kinda scary or whatever. The pooh with the hunny pot ain't bad if I don't mind saying so myself.

P.S. Megan says our transit is racist because the richest people ride Caltrain and get a $12 subsidy per ride and the poorest people ride and the poorest people ride the bus and get a .25 subsidy per ride and the justification is that if the rich, white people on Caltrain start feeling good about how nice transportation is, they'll spend more of their own money of the other kinds too. Racisttttttttsssssssssss. Just make the bus free instead, duh. Like a civilized place.

What's under Shamu?

A. More Shamus

B. Villain's secret lair

C. Nothing but net

D. God is under my beard

E. Empty, silent, perfectly black space

F. All of the above

Fun with tracing AKA your new chest piece

The Man, Myth and Magic encyclopedia and the Sexual Symbolism: A History of Phallic Worship (written in 1776, with original plates) book are providing me with excellent fodder for tracing and designing your new tattoo. I'm warming up the gun right now. I call this one "Mind Lost in Spiritual Battle with Mystical Dickasus Army". Word. If you care to hear the new SMS album it is available for you to download here. Merry Xmas. Associated art and a physical package with a cassette tape will soon be available on our bandcamp page. The lyrics are already there, as well as stills from the 6 new music videos that we made over the summer for this album. Soon they'll start popping up on youtube/vimeo/etc. I'll be sure to let you know.

Dizney Cube TM

I've been having some pretty marketable ideas that I think I'm gonna try to pitch around while I'm down here, you know. Check it out and let me know what you think. (Concept is of course based on the sci-fi classic film The Cube if you didn't already know. It's a mind fuggler. It'll fuggle your mind. And it's kind of like real life too.)

Been had colored pencils

Here I was brain storming a little bit for the levels for the video game "Mario 27: You don't belong in this world" but I like it already so I'm sharing my sketchbook mock up. The notion for this game was conceived while lounging with all the hommies at Bakers Beach in SF a few months ago. It was like this:

Mario 27. You know what it's about. It knows what you're about. Click on drawing for big big.

Figurines silhouetted in waning rainbow light

I have so much time right now for the next couple weeks that I can do shit like wait for the precise 10 minute period in the evening when the rainbow comes in my window to take psychedelic photos of members of my desk army. It's so brief and fleeting. I like it. I should dig up my real camera and truly capture those vibrant colors. Word to your momma.

LA LA Land

I think the Whole Foods on Fairfax hired a Fabio-look-alike to float gracefully through the store while shoppers bustle around noramlly. Was he real?

The above image is animated. If you can't see that... something wrong wit you.

(Don't get me wrong -- I think I like it here)

Business hands//Reaching out your hand

Apparently, according to some, dreaming about hairy hands signifies money/business success. It's a chauvinist point of view, of course. My association with hairy hands is different however. It means other people's dads or wizardry or henchmen or lumberjack or an encroaching unexpected journey on the horizon.

I drew this tattoo for you

Man, I wish I could remember the anecdote that accompanied this drawing. I feel like I was travelling at the time... Anyone remember? I think it was funnnnnyyyy.

Packing and finding things

This show was so fun and this flyer exceeds typical standards for excellence in my opinion. We did it with loads of grandiosity back then. Angela Roberts, you played this show. What year was it? I think it was Katrina year because I remember you New Orleans bands went on tour before it happened and you made that crazy tour poster that I think said "lost at sea" and showed some kids floating on raft. Am I right? Evil dark prophecy!