I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

This is most of what I do on Twitter.

Children of the Diebenkorn
Apocalypse Nauman
Good Morning VietNam June Paik
Chagall About Eve
The Thin Red Kline
Pollock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels
A Barnett Newman for All Seasons
Passion of the Christo (& Jeanne-Claude)
How Clement Greenberg Was My Valley
That Thing You DuChamp!
Eadweard Muybridges of Madison County
Solaris LeWitt
Alex Katz Don’t Dance
The Discrete Charm of The Louise Bourgeoisie
Cassatturday Night Fever
Grosz Point Blank
Something’s Giotto Give
Crazy Reinhardt,
Easy Albert Pinkham Ryder
Old Masters of Disguise
(Judy) Chicago
Hail The Conquering Hiroshige
The Story of O’Keeffe
Bride of Lichtenstein
Stop or My MoMA Will Shoot

From my friend Sarah:
Klee Pigeons, The Treasure of the Serra Madre, What’s Eating Gilbert and George?, Chihuly & Julia, The Hudsucker Praxiteles

From my friend Eric:
Rothkocop, The Englishman who Went up a Hill and Came Down a Mantegna, Scheile’s Gotta Have It, Starship Hoppers, The First Wyeth’s Club, Hotel for Doigs, Harold and Komar and Melamed Go to White Castle, Watteauworld, J.M.W. Turner and Hooch, Beuys in the Hood, The Hirst Locker, Mondrian Vs. Predator, Never Been Klimt

(Barry Humphries will better known to you as “Dame Edna”... and if you’re really peculiar, as fake-blind game show host “Bert Schnick” in bizarro Rocky Horror sequel Shock Treatment)

This is the one from last weekend.

(I’ve skipped like 4 episodes in the mean time. You all know how YouTube works. You could find them if you needed to.)

I made a fabric.

http://www.spoonflower.com/fabric_items/new?design_id=142454

And another one, too:

http://www.spoonflower.com/fabric_items/new?design_id=142538

You can’t buy it, though. I have to spend money to be a “seller.” Maybe later.

The last one of Season 3:

I have a couple of loose Mad Men projects still to post and then I’m giving the series a rest for a good long time.

Added :

This was one of those loose ends left half done. So I finished it:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/nobodyssweetheart/4069914937/

Mitch Magee moves to LA to begin his 3-month residency at Funny or Die.

My awkward comment starts around :50. The interviewer was yelling at me a lot; I got a little scattered.

The “FRUiTS Magazine” street shot.

This is all my own hair—no padding inside. Just backcombed into a big lumpy hair-tumor. And filled with spider eggs.

With Bryan Batt in the late-evening red haze of Times Square

With Bryan Batt, suddenly rage-filled and hand-gesturing

(These pictures were taken by my evening’s escort, the lovely Ramsey Ess.)

People really seem to be enjoying the “Mad Men Yourself” doo-dad on the AMC site.

I made a “fan page” for facebook.

A “friend” with access to a massive archive of every Playbill ever lent me this to scan. She did so covertly and somewhat illegally, though she commented that the archive has suffered from light-fingered acquisition in the past by less moral people who don’t plan on giving it back.

"How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying" April 1962
(click images to see larger versions)

Cover b/w with spot yellow on the masthead. Oddly not the logo/poster image of the show.

Here’s the logo in a Tie-In Ad to take the “Original Cast Recording” home with you. I once referred to a Broadway album as a “soundtrack” and John Flynn gave me a mental bitch slap and a withering eye roll.

The main change from today’s Playbill bios—no Law & Order credits listed. (FLASH! Robert Morse has never been on ANY Law & Order! Terrible!)

The ads are a delight! Almost all for cigarettes, booze, and cars with the dimensions of drugstore candy boxes. And, like the Playbill of today, upscale makeup ads.

I wonder if you need a certification test to use the title “International Humorist”

There also is an article on wide belts.

ADDITION: After a demand for “More Morse!” from one J. Klausner, I have an unrelated screen shot from “The Loved One,” a fantasti-terrible adaption of the short novel by Evelyn Waugh

This is my fireside chat. Hello America. I have a matter of grave importance to discuss and the only venue appropriate for it is my little-read and even-less-posted-in blog.

Now, I don’t “take stands” or “believe in anything” normally, but I’m drawing a line in the sand. And then two dots above that line to make “eyes.” And then I’m going to piss all over it.

We all need to stop using smileys. Seriously. It’s gone on long enough. Unless you are a small child or the type of person who punctuates all their hand-written communications (done in purple glitter gel ink) with frequent hand-drawn smiley faces or stickers—in which case, you have bigger problems—there is no excuse.

Stop using smileys. I hate them and they are terrible.

My reasoning for hating smileys—irrational as it may be—is that the writer employing them is either too lazy or has too small a vocabulary to convey the tone he wants using words. Also he’s insulting my intelligence my assuming I won’t “get” that they’re joking without a symbolic command that I should be smiling.

He can be a Nobel Prize winner and selfless humanitarian, but the minute colon meets right-parenthesis I’m writing him off as a brainless clod.

Together we can band together to kill off smileys before 2012.

I’m going to put up a new Welcome to my Study Podcast every day (or until I get tired of it) this month!

They can be found here: http://welcometomystudy.tumblr.com/

But here’s the first one to get you started:

I have no idea what this video is, but it’s the only copy of this song on youtube

(Or as an MP3: http://gardinal.com/media/Would-Be-Goods-TheCameraLovesMe.mp3)

The best thing about the Wikipedia entry for this band: “fronted by singer Jessica Griffin, noted for her precise Received Pronunciation accent when singing (very rare in British pop music generally).” I have long been a sucker of James Cahill’s sojourn into grammatically-correct pop lyrics (the only song I’ve ever heard that contains “to whom” is one of his) , so pronunciation-accuracy is in my wheelhouse.

Also, Cecil Beaton referenced.

Also, ocarina jams!

Better than a blog for somethings. I have more than 1000 posts on twitter now.
http://twitter.com/dynamoe

@dynamoe “Highlights” (meaning, what’s on my first page)

Heard this term is “chillax?” It’s a combination of “chill” and “recreationally take laxatives,” which is a popular activity in the ghetto. 41 minutes ago from web

My parents are headed out to LA for the week. I asked them to pitch some ideas I’ve been working on while they’re out there. about 3 hours ago from web

My least favorite thing is when a dumb person talks to you like you are dumber than they are. Made worse in the form of an internet comment. about 6 hours ago from web

It’s a lovely crisp, mild night. Perfect for eating spaghetti alone in a dark, empty apartment. about 21 hours ago from web

Going to Dim Sum when Silvija is out of the dentist’s; then Mitch and I are going to Prospect Park to throw rocks at families. 11:48 AM May 24th from web

Thinking of going to the park later today. I hope the sun doesn’t play havoc with my peaches-and-chalkdust complexion. 10:06 AM May 24th from web

“Rosebud” wasn’t a sled. It was the Pope who had taken on the form of a sled. #popefacts 12:15 AM May 24th from web

When the Pope hosted SNL, he horrified network censors by cutting up a picture of Sinead O’Connor during his second number #popefacts 12:14 AM May 24th from web

When in New York, The Pope only eats dim sum in Flushing. He thinks Manhattan Chinatown has really gone downhill recently #popefacts 11:25 PM May 23rd from web

Pope Innocent XIII (1655-1724) wrote the shooting draft of “Multiplicity” but lost his WGA arbitration for screen credit #popefacts 11:17 PM May 23rd from web

The pope shits gold nuggets. #popefacts 11:14 PM May 23rd from web

One of Pope Paul V’s amendments to Vatican II was downgrading recording of DVD commentary tracks from mortal sin to venial sin #popefacts 11:08 PM May 23rd from web

Much like chocolate, The Pope’s flesh is poisonous to dogs causing vomiting, diarrhea and death. #popefacts 10:51 PM May 23rd from web

I saw a movie marquee for Duplicity and thought it said Multiplicity, as in the M Keaton clone comedy. “Why are they re-releasing that?” 8:29 PM May 23rd from web

Babies like the Ventures because “Walk don’t Run” is an aspirational, but attainable goal. 8:27 PM May 23rd from web in reply to MKupperman

Munchausen’s by Hudsucker Proxy, Intolerable Croup, The Man Who Wasn’t Therapeutic, The Big Lobotomy, Burn after Renal Failure 4:52 PM May 22nd from web

The Del Twins question Don’s commitment to the scene and suggest his game-playing lacks focus.

Photo by Alden Ford; Bobbles by Mister Frothee

Terrible animation with good intentions; terrific song. This is their 1986 album London 0 Hull 4 . “The liner notes and lyrics reflect singer Paul Heaton’s interest at that time in Christianity and Marxism.”

I have finally updated my website (there’s actually more on it than this blog)—adding to the about me page and the video page.

It’s actually just archivey stuff rather than making anything new—I put up embedded links to every video I’ve done (except for Captain Conspiracy and We Love Cigars) and brought back links to the portrait projects. But… there’s new graphics. Like this—

My offer of free paint does not seem to have set the internet ablaze, so I’ll post something else:

I will draw a portrait everyone I hang out. Open ended, but I really don’t hang out with that many people, so this may crap out quickly.

(I also want to draw something besides suits, to be honest.)

Mitch and I had a drink on 4/14/09 at the tile bar on 1st Ave.

We ran out of money. He holds his beer like this for real.
Some guy recognized him as ‘Mister Glasses’ there.

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