Once you grasp that it is possible that the universe is infinite, meaning, no matter how far you travel in any direction you will continue to encounter new stars and planets, and once you grasp that some 14 billion years ago this infinitude of space, energy and matter was entirely concentrated in a single point of no size, yet still infinite (an infinity concentrated in a singularity) and have leavened this thought with the multiverse hypothesis that there is an infinity of such infinite universes continually coming into existence…. it’s time for lunch.

 

If it’s not humorous it just doesn’t seem that serious. Wow, I hope that’s humorous. Or is made funny by the self referentiallity of sentence two. On the other hand, if the previous secondary level of self referentiallity doesn’t help, then this tertiary level won’t save the thought. But seriously folks, I just flew in from Pittsburgh, and my arms are so tired.

 

Man walks into a doctor’s office for a $15 copay visit, routine follow-up, and walks out with an $85 bill because, hey, it’s the new year, so the Providence Choice health plan annual deductible started over on Jan. 1. In what rational world should delaying the date of service delivery from late December to January 5th quintuple the end user cost? Needless to say, I would not have walked through those doors today if I had bothered to study the statement of benefits, but who wants to live that way?

 

Some of my ancestors lived their lives in Iowa. This is happily NSFW.

 

I think I like this rendering the best.

 

I nominate this for love story of the year, 2011: Xiao Xiao.

 

This is such a great review that I’m gonna throw it up here, for the record.

I got some perspective on the spectacle two days later, when I saw Portland’s wonderful Your Rival play a killer set of boisterous pop-punk to six mostly ambivalent people in a Seattle bar on Sunday night. It’s a story as old as rock ‘n’ roll: a great band runs through a set of perfect pop and the universe doesn’t even bother to shrug. But I was there, so I can tell you that the emptiness of the room did not deter Your Rival. The trio played like people cared. That’s the only way to play. It was great. [...] You really should have been there.

Your Rival, at Bandcamp.

 

And a great remake by Alison Krause and Robert Plant.

 

A few pictures of mine appear in a new Portland calendar for 2012, Dead Memories, including the one of Corno’s and the one of the Pagoda in Hollywood. The Mercury mentions it here.

Get yours here: Dead Memories.

 

Proud to announce a new web site I’ve created: The Art of Epilepsy (artofepilepsy.com). It’s for all those who have epilepsy or know someone who does, and want to think about the artistic and cultural representation of seizure disorders. If you can create a link somewhere that points to it, I’d be grateful. It’s still in early stages with lots of design work needed (feedback invited!) but I’m excited to have it online, so I’m sharing it before it’s “perfect.”

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