Wed, Oct. 5th, 2011, 04:40 pm
если много удивляться,
можно брови потерять.
Tue, Oct. 4th, 2011, 03:13 am
где тебя ебали,
там тебе и дом.
Wed, Sep. 28th, 2011, 11:12 pm
shana tova, moi bojare!
Sat, Apr. 9th, 2011, 11:48 pm
when i was little, i often spent summers with my grandma, at this beautiful town on the warm sea. in the town, there was a famous retired captain, who brought with him back home from one of the exotic islands a pet monkey. he would walk the monkey on a leash every day, strolling along the central boulevard. all the little boys wanted to grow up to be a captain of a giant freighter, visit exotic islands, and own a pet monkey. strangely enough, our grandmas refused to purchase a pet monkey for us.
the monkey wasn’t happy camper, sadly. the city was too cold for him, he was constantly coughing like a chain smoker. he was also sort of political protester – once in a while, he would get off the leash, run toward the square in front of the central committee of the communist party, sit in the middle, and furiously masturbate.
since by that time everybody hated communists, but was still too afraid to do anything about it, the crowd aired their frustration by loudly cheering the fellow dissident primate. and when the uniformed authorities would show up to restore the order, the crowd would boo, while the monkey, while continuing masturbating on the run, would fling poo at the red faced officers.
some of the poo would stick to the nearby statue of lenin. while pigeon poop on lenin nose was accepted by communists as unavoidable evil, monkey poo was too offensive, and the authorities would send the janitor to clean it. the janitor, bless his soil, was deeply proletarian, permanently drunk, and slightly retarded; he cursed monkeys, communists, and spectators in words so colorful and imaginative that even the captain would slow down to listen, and sometimes appreciatively nodded, puffing his pipe. nobody knows russian this way anymore, but the various sexual acts between lenin, his mother, monkey, secretaty of the communist party, and historic cannon were only the starter.
of course, as a little boy, I understood none of it all. I was content to sit next to my knitting grandma, take photos of the monkey with her TLR camera, and listen to the sounds of little seaside orchestra, drifting away in the dwindling light of summer evening.
“If you expect people to pay for your ‘family planning’ you are inviting Uncle Sam into your bedroom. And he’s a pervert.” - Dana Loesch
...and not in a good way...
Polyrealism at Ballard Art Walk - this Saturday.
Please join me in my art opening at BalMar, during Ballard Art Walk, second Saturday of this month of April, 6-10PM. BalMar is very cool club, with lots of exposed brick and steel beams, and lots of place to hang art. I will be showing many of my paintings, including a few new works, never shown before.
Where: BalMar, 5449 Ballard Avenue NW, Seattle, WA. Corner of Market St. and Ballard Ave. Map: http://goo.gl/maps/qiZw
When: 6PM to about 10PM, Saturday, April 9th 2011.
If you cannot make it, my art will be up for 2 months, and the friendly stuff at BalMar will gladly help you to spend some of the tax return money on my art :)
My paintings, in case you don�t know: http://polyrealism.com/deck/deck.shtml
BalMar site: http://www.thebalmar.com/about.html
Sponsored by the Ballard Chamber of Commerce, the Ballard ArtWalk takes place the second Saturday of every month. Dozens of Ballard businesses along Ballard Ave. and Market Street participate, showcasing some of Western Washington�s most talented artists and photographers.
Located in the heart of Ballard at the intersection of Ballard Avenue and Market Street, the BalMar brings cocktails, conversation and comfort together. Enjoy a laidback lounge atmosphere midweek and more of a club and party setting on the weekends, with DJs and dancing starting at 9:30pm.
The art of Polyrealism seeks its inspiration in other realities, some different from ours in only one tiny detail, others in two, then more, up to the barely imaginable, and brings them for us to compare, contemplate and conquer.
This body of work is concentrated on one deck, played by incomprehensible entities � some call them gods � across universes and times, with unimaginable, but modest, stakes in the game. Some players use technology, some rely on magic, some stay still and allow the game to win itself for them. Each card of the deck is a window into some reality, the reality which contributes the aspect of its archetype that is necessary to advance the hand of the player. The process of trying to understand the rules and the flow of the game is rumored to constitute the highest meaning of human life.
FDR said about the status of the 330,000 Jews living in Morocco, Algeria, and Tunisia: "The number of Jews engaged in the practice of the professions (law, medicine, etc) should be definitely limited to the percentage that the Jewish population in North Africa bears to the whole of the North African population...The President stated that his plan would further eliminate the specific and understandable complaints which the Germans bore toward the Jews in Germany, namely, that while they represented a small part of the population, over fifty percent of the lawyers, doctors, school teachers, college professors, etc., in Germany, were Jews." - Ed Koch