Sign up now! We’ll pay for college, make you a man, and give you stumps for legs! We’re an Army Of One.

I hate to sound like a “god damned hippy-protester”, but the whole Iraq thing is getting sort of hard to ignore. A man can’t mindlessly flip through channels anymore without hearing about it. It’s also hard to ignore when people you know get shipped overseas.

What’s sad is how the kids who get shipped back, like those in that interview above, try to sound cheerful & optimistic. The rest of their lives are spent struggling with metallic legs, or wheelchairs, or bags to shit in, because our jack ass of a president wanted to show he was capable of waging a war like his daddy was. Well, that’s cause for optimism if I ever heard one. I suppose the Army couldn’t allow an interview if the patients were extremely depressed or angry, like they should be…

What is wrong with us anyway? Seems like Americans were made to be manipulated. Our government abuses our country’s understandable anger and confusion after 9/11 to get us involved with another war, a pointless one. Then when things in the war turn sour, our government relies on our now general state of apathy in hopes that things won’t get out of control. Because remember, you’re not supposed to care about one or more soldiers killed a day, every day, for who knows how many years in the stinking shithole that is Iraq. You’re nowhere near it. It doesn’t effect you. Unless of course it’s your son or father or brother or cousin, nephew, brother in law, friend who dies or gets sent back missing a leg.

6 years ago we wanted to impeach Clinton for getting a blow job. Now after Bush lies to congress (WMD’s, anybody?) and rushes us into war, it’s not even considered. Instead, we’re thinking about re-electing him.

All I gotta say is: If that man is elected again, I’m jumping ship. Because a boat filled with this many idiots can do nothing but sink. Canada, Europe – any vacancies?

Oscar Levant

I was browsing around some web pages today and found a painting by a man named David Bayes, who, I should definitely add, was (or still is?) schizophrenic. [http://www.epub.org.br/cm/gallery/gall_leonardo/main.htm]. His are the pictures from the boy, over.

“This is a small fragment of a huge painting by a 25 years-old schizophrenic artist. Raised in a farm in Canada’s mid-west plains, he experienced a very violent childhood that turn made totally shy and closed and he took refuge in a world of strange fantasies. “

I can only guess that some sections of the painting have to do with parts of his life (like the ones of the boy getting the shit beaten out of him), which makes it sort of mysterious. There’s nothing else on the internet about the guy. Regardless, they’re pretty dark, deep, intense paintings. It’s hard to understand why some artists are considered genius, while others like this are considered insane. Given he may have been completely off of his rocker when it came to anything else, but the fact that he made an entire painting filled with this stuff is nothing short of amazing, to me. Yet the best mention he gets is on a Brazilian Neuroscience site.

My favorite has to be the first one; the picture of what I guess would be him, sitting inside of a skull. Bone, then blood, then skin, then hair – an entire world inside of a head. Creepy, and symbolic. They entire thing is scary as hell, but each scene has a certain familiarity to it – you can understand what the guy was trying to achieve. If he was aware of trying to achieve anything, that is.

They’re the type of things you expect to vaguely remember after waking from a fever or drug induced dream. Instead, they are this man’s reality. It almost reminds me of a horror movie or (dare I say) crazy clay-mation “Tool” video. It’s truly interesting what the human mind can come up with. And it also communicates well why most people who develop schizophrenia commit suicide “within the first 10 years of their illness.” It seems to be some sort of living hell.

When you see talent like this you have to wonder how thin the lines are between genius, insane, happy, sad, normal, abnormal, etc. Maybe we’re all one step from teetering over the edge. Either way, I really wish I could find the whole painting.

Coming in a close second in “lunatic artists” is Louis Wain, a man who went from drawing strange cat pictures to… even stranger cat pictures. The latter looking like something an acid trippin hippy would have made in the 60’s.
For instance: Happy bowler hat cat
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VS.
Psycho cat & acid blotter cat.
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Shout out to the schizophrenics!

I gave in and bought an mp3 player. That’s a pretty big purchase considering the amount of money I currently have to my name. I decided not to get the iPod, so I don’t get to listen to JET and dance around like I’m having a god damn seizure. But my iRiver H120 does let me listen to hillbilly radio stations broadcasting out of Alabama if I want to, and I get more space and battery life. Right on.

4,000 songs and it fits in your pocket. Hard to believe. That’s a long way from the days of Michael Jackson in a big black Sony walkman. 10 songs on a bunch of shitty tape, nike pumps and you were set. Needless to say I’m happy that technology has advanced… along with my taste in music. Michael Jackson should only be listened to on cassette, and only in 1991. That’s my excuse.

Anyway, that’s a lot of music – yes. But if you’re going on a trip somewhere for a few weeks or something and you’re like me, you wanna hear a certain song when you wanna hear it. Especially since you know it’s now possible. Evergreen Terrace when you’re trying to ignore the throngs of people in the airport. Dubliners as you look over the Cliffs of Moher. Bee Gee’s “Stayin Alive” as you succumb to food poisoning in Tijuana. Whatever. That’s good, but now I want MORE. I must have every song ever created available to me at all times, in a box no greater than 4 by 2 inches. I demand it. And thanks to people like apple & iriver it’s now considered possible — NAY — essential. Sunglasses, wallet, MP3 PLAYER. It’s a sickness. Like tv’s in minivans or something. What can I say? Music is my comfort blanket.

Which brings me to whether you should be able to carry around your entire music collection in your pocket. I’m not sure it’s healthy. You look at people hundreds of years ago and they managed to stay content with simple houses and simple clothes and simple everything. And here I am complaining because I can’t fit another 100 albums on my iRiver. That’s my one complaint. Feeling way too priveleged and worrying about low battery life / losing a $300 piece of electronics.

That’s about all I could come up with. Sorry. It’s hard to be pessimistic about being able to listen to anything you want, anywhere. Technology – 1. Drew – 0.

Lopez Lottery

April 6, 2004

If you’re out there, God: the next time you’re considering letting rich people win the lottery, just come down and kick me in the balls. Same effect, you asshole.

Jennifer Lopez’s mother hits the jackpot in Atlantic City

“It was divine intervention,” Guadalupe Lopez declared after her $3 investment generated a more than 800,000-fold dividend.

“I have a great devotion to Our Lady of Guadalupe … and had just looked up at the $2 million and said a little prayer to her when I hit the jackpot. Our Lady really looks out for me,” she told the slot machine owners, who issued a press release touting the “anonymous” winner.