Really!

Peoples of the goat!
Hey, I am seriously considering a hardcore work-party weekend this month: Come out Friday night... the 27th and we work through Saturday rain or shine. I thought we might try and make a film on Saturday night too. B and L are away and we can sleep a bunch of folks. I was thinking of buying lots of meat.

The turtle is looking amazing right now. Jeff Patricio has been over almost every week with wood time and tools and the walls are creeping up! He is a superior human.

Might folks RSVP and comment for once or shoot me an email?

Do you all see how big this font is?

skid marks.

Yo, I trashed my lovely bike yesterday and I am going to the goat tonight.
If all goes well I will feel like this looks.

heya,

seems regardless of all the wood we got, that is how much we need. Private party moved to Friday night this week. ?

The bog,

Awesome humans: Manuel, Robb and Sam B all chipped in hard and carved out a path for the pissoir. They were so fast and efficient I wound up wondering why I hadn't done it already. I am considering using only pistachio shells to demarcate its borders. They are light in color ( this should aid in night time walks) and we seem to constantly replenish them.

At the moment the path just kind of ends and I would like the pee to make its way (if only moderately) under ground. The question is, " how does one know that they are finally at the pisser?"

So much art seems as if it implies something. A lot of work has the patina of intention and the scale and tenor of something vastly meaningful. Yet, frequently, I feel as if I am lead down a long hallway only to be told that the journey was the destination: Screw that. If I work hard to trace the designs of an artists intention I want their to be a payoff. I am really tired of that whole, " Hey, it is whatever you want it to be."One could say that about a punch in the nose too, but one rarely would. I think their was a time where that sort of work was relevant and inventive; such is the work of Bruce Nauman. Both the following image and the well known Duchamp are titled "Fountain."

A lot of it is kind of terse and mean spirited but IT manages to somehow summarize the whole elitist position of late modernism and satirize it at the same time.It is hard to be a fan of that sort of thing, but at least I get it.

So, these are the things I am thinking about when we go to build our pissoir. Suggestions? What do we want to pee on? How do we avoid the vulgar and hackneyed tropes of our time? Should we reference our own passing? Should we get all environmental and all?

So Amy F has been all posty with her blog.
She has posted some wicked ass goat imagery. She is an amazing photographer . Really, I am stunned.

http://afpistudio.blogspot.com/

This weekend was so nice I am having trouble writing about it: I love my friends and family.

SATURDAY NIGHT!
CALLING ALL GOATERS: Let's start the new year right...
bring your resolutions: we need fire starters.

Found this baby.

Caught forever