Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

ST... I'm glad you found some inspiration, or help, in my words. They are a lament of frustration. Our gift here on earth is ever more overwrought and over-thought. We elevate symbols over greater truths. We are drowning in our own useless shitstorm of data and false pride, so its 'better safe than ...

That's odd...

You stopped truckin' right about the time I started...

So unless you rolled through Missoula in May of '98, then I probably haven't seen your rig out there...

kinda like a can't-wait-to-jam jam....

hey Mark...

Yeah, I wondered that, too. I've been meaning to check it out,
but I haven't had much internet access in the last 8-9 months.
Maybe when I get my new apartment set up...

I might be able to pop in, subject to internet access....

I agree. Let's bring it back, at least most of it. There is too much to lose.

But perhaps we should beef up those old levees first, in this age of escalating hurricane activity....

The moral absolutists decry moral relativity, yet fail to see the moral relativity of their absolute policy-- morality as a 'macro-balance sheet', mandated from above-- a season of sown lies and shock and awe, traded for a future harvest of heavenly glory--100,000 Iraqis wasted because they got in t...

I watch the latest crusade. I watch how moral absolutes trade lives for the greater good. I conclude there is no morality, only fuel, energy, relativity. In this god-speed crusade, my compassion is a sin. It has no clear objective. When I think back, it was so much better then, fueled by limitless p...

It inspired me to start writing again.

Can't afford to be too concerned with that. Not much interest in it right now. I live in denial, considering the beginning. When I was 15, life began at 15. When I was forty, life began at forty, albeit with a sturdy hangover.... Life began this morning with orange juice and waffles, and it hasn't w...

I am a lazy student. I get what I want from it all. Reading your words here put me in mind of breaking the seal on a brand new road into the void.... everything and nothing to anticipate. Only light and space and a wistful horizon.

Places (and things) over people...

Yeah, I see that now.

(I guess I was up on my soapbox again).

When the going gets tough, the tough get going..

I'm not sure. But sometimes I got soul...

I need to open a window in here...