3 (Three) Things

1. Tim Szostak is releasing his album next week. This is very exciting and inspiring to me. I have been working with Tim on various creative projects in every outlet and form imaginable since 1994. Musically speaking, his great abilities as an improviser, composer, and conceptualist were obvious from the beginning, and have only grown since then. To say I consider him a genuinely talented and creative soul is quite an understatement. Tim told me he is hoping to have some or all of his music played on the radio. Details shall be forthcoming...you will know as I know.

2. George Tiller was murdered today. This is hideous. I am outraged. You should be, too. The murderers of George Tiller will never know peace. They are your and my enemy.

3. If I (or we) have promised you anything by mail recently, check the post over the next few days.

4. New book, "Communism Is Grand" goes to the printer tomorrow.

5. Liz and I apologize for going silent here and there. We do the best we can.

6. We love you.

7. More tomorrow, hope you enjoyed your weekend, this week is going to be great.

8. I have never twittered (and if I ever do, feel free to make all sorts of fun).

9. We love you.

i finally have high speed internet.

i love that i can watch clips from "shock of the new" and porn within 10 minutes of each other. god bless america!

"Fuck off, Gauguin! You know how much I dig blondes!!"

So did you hear this one? Did you hear about this? There are all the stories of Van Gogh cutting off his ear in a fit of dementia/hysteria/paint eating (did he give the ear as a gift to some woman he was extremely fond of?) It turns out, based on research by two German art historians who combed through old police reports that V.V. actually lost the ear while fighting over a prostitute with Paul Gauguin!!! Gauguin was supposedly a master fencer and sliced that lil fucker off with a sword!!!......... Kinda deflates all the romantic imagery of the solitary visionary white knucklin' it 24/7...it's like the 'Pluto's not a planet' thing. Both whores agreed never to speak of it and Van Gogh would allow history to claim that he cut it off himself.