Greetings fellow Borgers. I'm just dropping by to apologize for my lack of participation recently. It seems my neighbor with wireless access has moved. So, I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday and I should be back in action just as soon as I get my genomes adjusted.Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Out of commission
Greetings fellow Borgers. I'm just dropping by to apologize for my lack of participation recently. It seems my neighbor with wireless access has moved. So, I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday and I should be back in action just as soon as I get my genomes adjusted.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Feeling a bit scammed today?
Hi Bruce,
I was so excited to receive this email today. I actually felt as if I had spent enough money at your store this year that maybe you were giving me a deal. After all my birthday is on Saturday and well, it was nice to feel special. Who doesn't want to feel special?
After work I rushed over to your store with my new minivan that I acquired just for buying over sized canvases. All day I dreamt of the right size canvas to buy to put the 40% discount coupon towards. After arriving at your store I quickly folded down all of the back seats of the van and tried to visualize the largest size canvas I could get in the van. I really felt special.
I quickly went into your store and directly to the canvas section. I sat in the back and eyeballed several sizes. It was a hard choice. I am preparing for a show in January and need a large canvas to sort of finish off the show. After I picked out the best size for the concept I've been mulling over, I approached the front desk. I put the canvas down against the counter and gave the employee my coupon. She told me without hesitation that the canvas was already on sale and that the coupon did not apply to already on sale items.
This was a bit upsetting to say the least. Well, I had to see what large canvas I could buy. There must be one. After going back to your canvas section. I realized that all of the large quality canvases were already marked down. That the only high quality canvas's that were not marked down were the most expensive ones, upwards of 125-150 dollars. I couldn't believe it. My whole day I had been visualizing this moment. After all the money I had spent at your store I had thought that just maybe, maybe I was getting a break. I mean really canvas's are extremely over priced, right?
Well that didn't deter me. I took the 36''x72'' canvas up to the counter. I decided to concede and buy it. By this time I felt a bit hoodwinked. But still needed a nice sized canvas to finish off the show. I approached the front desk and put another large canvas against the front counter once again, cost of 150 dollars. There was an older gentleman with a shaved head at the counter. He seemed like a reasonable fellow so I decided to talk to him.
I said that he could understand why it was a bummer that in order to use your coupon I had to by the most expensive canvas. He stated that all of the canvas 's were on sale because they were already at a great bargain price. I asked him if he bought canvas's. He said no. I informed him that they are extremely expensive and can easily bite into an artist's nonexistent budget. He seemed perturbed. He continued to check me out. I realized that his facial expression was not one of compassion for the artist. For the coupon that was made in order to make someone feel special, and in disguise was a scam.
I informed the sales clerk that I was not interested in buying the canvas. I took back my credit card in the middle of the process. As I started to exit the store I turned back and told the sales clerk one more thing. I told him that I could not believe that he could not agree with me that this was unreasonable to put the majority of the canvas's on sale in order to negate the coupon and force the buyer to consider buying a higher priced canvas than he would have not originally considered buying. He did look a bit alarmed at this moment, I must say, as he stated, "I was not arguing with you."
I just wanted you to know that I felt scammed. That your coupon took me from feeling like a special customer who deserved a break, to just another consumer who fell for a trick to get me in the store and to make more money. I will not buy from your store again and I will tell any artist's I know to stay away from your store. Not only because of the coupon, but because of the lack of compassion shown from your employees. It's sort of sad really. I've bought products from your store for 15 years now. I will order my products online, and definitely not from your new online store.
Good luck in your endeavours.
www.byronking.com.
I was so excited to receive this email today. I actually felt as if I had spent enough money at your store this year that maybe you were giving me a deal. After all my birthday is on Saturday and well, it was nice to feel special. Who doesn't want to feel special?
After work I rushed over to your store with my new minivan that I acquired just for buying over sized canvases. All day I dreamt of the right size canvas to buy to put the 40% discount coupon towards. After arriving at your store I quickly folded down all of the back seats of the van and tried to visualize the largest size canvas I could get in the van. I really felt special.
I quickly went into your store and directly to the canvas section. I sat in the back and eyeballed several sizes. It was a hard choice. I am preparing for a show in January and need a large canvas to sort of finish off the show. After I picked out the best size for the concept I've been mulling over, I approached the front desk. I put the canvas down against the counter and gave the employee my coupon. She told me without hesitation that the canvas was already on sale and that the coupon did not apply to already on sale items.
This was a bit upsetting to say the least. Well, I had to see what large canvas I could buy. There must be one. After going back to your canvas section. I realized that all of the large quality canvases were already marked down. That the only high quality canvas's that were not marked down were the most expensive ones, upwards of 125-150 dollars. I couldn't believe it. My whole day I had been visualizing this moment. After all the money I had spent at your store I had thought that just maybe, maybe I was getting a break. I mean really canvas's are extremely over priced, right?
Well that didn't deter me. I took the 36''x72'' canvas up to the counter. I decided to concede and buy it. By this time I felt a bit hoodwinked. But still needed a nice sized canvas to finish off the show. I approached the front desk and put another large canvas against the front counter once again, cost of 150 dollars. There was an older gentleman with a shaved head at the counter. He seemed like a reasonable fellow so I decided to talk to him.
I said that he could understand why it was a bummer that in order to use your coupon I had to by the most expensive canvas. He stated that all of the canvas 's were on sale because they were already at a great bargain price. I asked him if he bought canvas's. He said no. I informed him that they are extremely expensive and can easily bite into an artist's nonexistent budget. He seemed perturbed. He continued to check me out. I realized that his facial expression was not one of compassion for the artist. For the coupon that was made in order to make someone feel special, and in disguise was a scam.
I informed the sales clerk that I was not interested in buying the canvas. I took back my credit card in the middle of the process. As I started to exit the store I turned back and told the sales clerk one more thing. I told him that I could not believe that he could not agree with me that this was unreasonable to put the majority of the canvas's on sale in order to negate the coupon and force the buyer to consider buying a higher priced canvas than he would have not originally considered buying. He did look a bit alarmed at this moment, I must say, as he stated, "I was not arguing with you."
I just wanted you to know that I felt scammed. That your coupon took me from feeling like a special customer who deserved a break, to just another consumer who fell for a trick to get me in the store and to make more money. I will not buy from your store again and I will tell any artist's I know to stay away from your store. Not only because of the coupon, but because of the lack of compassion shown from your employees. It's sort of sad really. I've bought products from your store for 15 years now. I will order my products online, and definitely not from your new online store.
Good luck in your endeavours.
www.byronking.com.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Horizon Line
Approaching my birthday and I'm brewing in my stew. Of life. Of mights. Of my personal fights. How much do I have left in me? I look at my mountain top that I have not nearly climbed. I must reach the peek by night fall this time. I want to stand tall, and view the horizon line.
Ten years have quickly passed. And I have amassed a collection of adventures. Not many pictures. But many images that are in my head. Images I will take with me until I'm dead. And this mental photo album will grow and grow. Until a force data dump obstructs it's flow.
I'll illustrate animals for generations to come. Drawing the icons we forget as we grow old. Make sure the little one knows which ones will bite. Make sure she knows not to quit without a fight. She will not reach her mountain top for years to come. I hope when she reaches it she'll find us standing tall in the sun.
Little one we are all on this journey and sometimes you'll find yourself alone. Sometimes along the way you'll find yourself a home. Sometimes along the way you'll find yourself a friend. All you can do is pray that your friends stick around till the end. And hope when it's all over we will all find that same mountain top that we all climbed. Then we can all look at the same horizon line. And we will see our life's work as it stretches through time. Then we can all pray for that moment not to end. Or maybe once there it will just start all over again.
Ten years have quickly passed. And I have amassed a collection of adventures. Not many pictures. But many images that are in my head. Images I will take with me until I'm dead. And this mental photo album will grow and grow. Until a force data dump obstructs it's flow.
I'll illustrate animals for generations to come. Drawing the icons we forget as we grow old. Make sure the little one knows which ones will bite. Make sure she knows not to quit without a fight. She will not reach her mountain top for years to come. I hope when she reaches it she'll find us standing tall in the sun.
Little one we are all on this journey and sometimes you'll find yourself alone. Sometimes along the way you'll find yourself a home. Sometimes along the way you'll find yourself a friend. All you can do is pray that your friends stick around till the end. And hope when it's all over we will all find that same mountain top that we all climbed. Then we can all look at the same horizon line. And we will see our life's work as it stretches through time. Then we can all pray for that moment not to end. Or maybe once there it will just start all over again.
Friday, October 06, 2006
Tower View
I'm taken a back. Taking a wack to the head, Jack.
I look in side and it no worky here no morey. Words
are not coming out easily, fluently. I sit and stare at
a blank canvas. A line. An idea that has little idea. And there
is no beauty. And there is only hard work.
Wishing that things would flow. Like the
flow of my fingers knowing where the keys are hitting the
keyboard. Knowing how to, when to, automatically, auto
pilot. Flowing water down mountain top drip through rock,
stone, hard substance. Finding it's way. Drip. Drop.
Wanting ideas to shine, mountain top beam truth. Wanting
to set an example for myself to live by but not wanting to make
that example impossibly difficult, perfect. Know that you are going forth.
Slowly finding truth, but not beating yourself up over it. On it.
Thinking of icons. Towers. Built for little nuggets. Chicken
fried. Tied. Peeping out of their plastic side. vibe. I see it in
the distance. It is perfection. We are all gathered round.
Laughing. Well rested. Well fed. And it was all worth the test.
I look in side and it no worky here no morey. Words
are not coming out easily, fluently. I sit and stare at
a blank canvas. A line. An idea that has little idea. And there
is no beauty. And there is only hard work.
Wishing that things would flow. Like the
flow of my fingers knowing where the keys are hitting the
keyboard. Knowing how to, when to, automatically, auto
pilot. Flowing water down mountain top drip through rock,
stone, hard substance. Finding it's way. Drip. Drop.
Wanting ideas to shine, mountain top beam truth. Wanting
to set an example for myself to live by but not wanting to make
that example impossibly difficult, perfect. Know that you are going forth.
Slowly finding truth, but not beating yourself up over it. On it.
Thinking of icons. Towers. Built for little nuggets. Chicken
fried. Tied. Peeping out of their plastic side. vibe. I see it in
the distance. It is perfection. We are all gathered round.
Laughing. Well rested. Well fed. And it was all worth the test.
Friday, September 29, 2006
The View
I know I've got a ways to go before this is done.
Any suggestions or directions I might take would
be appreciated. The Borg seems lonely so I hope
this gives us something to talk about. Fire away!
Friday, September 22, 2006
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
Thursday, September 07, 2006
The Reckoning
These are some friends of mine from Oxford who play in a band called Kill the Ego. They have an EP coming out soon which, according to the predictions of Nostradamus, will ROCK YOU.
Monday, September 04, 2006
A Friend of Ours.
A friend of mine. Fine. Long years, splitting ears. Splitting tears. I have grown up now. A family of my own now. A life of my own, and we meet again. As we sit here again. And realize that we have come together, and this can be NO coincidence. For instance,
You have gone your own way. Found your way. To find your way back in to my way, again. This instant in time with mine. Let's grow from this. Grow with this experience. Ten years of travels and adventure brother. Sister. Your little ones, and my little one, can learn from one, can learn from much coincidence that must be for a reason.
Some folks were put here to be united in community. United in their travels, learning, knowledge, and creativity. There was something of you back then that made me know that there was more to this chance meeting of you back then. That made me wonder where you went back when. And now we sit here again. Let's not make the same mistake again. Let's stay in touch and start a life time of truth seeking again.
Let us begin.
You have gone your own way. Found your way. To find your way back in to my way, again. This instant in time with mine. Let's grow from this. Grow with this experience. Ten years of travels and adventure brother. Sister. Your little ones, and my little one, can learn from one, can learn from much coincidence that must be for a reason.
Some folks were put here to be united in community. United in their travels, learning, knowledge, and creativity. There was something of you back then that made me know that there was more to this chance meeting of you back then. That made me wonder where you went back when. And now we sit here again. Let's not make the same mistake again. Let's stay in touch and start a life time of truth seeking again.
Let us begin.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
The Soul of Apathy
Pour my soul into a bowl. Into a character of him. Of a reflection of myself. Driving to work hearing these atrocities. Being force fed these horrific events daily. May he find his way, Lord. May all of us find our way. May he wake up and realize that life is worth living. That he has something to give back. That his apathy is a disguise for his disappointment. Disappointment in a life that has not been validated. Not allowed him to be part of the village our ancestors took for
granted. We crawled out of our village and found the city not needing our specialty. For we had to compete for our specialty to eat now. There is a whole slew of us special folks. And some of them are homeless. So I am just happy to have a job now. Just happy to be able to take care of my family now. Just happy to be able to stare at my Television and not have to think about the genocides occurring in some far away land that I will never see now. Thank you for this gift of apathy. Thank you that I do not have to solve the worlds problems. That I can just think of me. Now.
I am aware. I am not aware. I am aware. I don't care.
granted. We crawled out of our village and found the city not needing our specialty. For we had to compete for our specialty to eat now. There is a whole slew of us special folks. And some of them are homeless. So I am just happy to have a job now. Just happy to be able to take care of my family now. Just happy to be able to stare at my Television and not have to think about the genocides occurring in some far away land that I will never see now. Thank you for this gift of apathy. Thank you that I do not have to solve the worlds problems. That I can just think of me. Now.
I am aware. I am not aware. I am aware. I don't care.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
http://www.tomytec.co.jp/borg/product/telescope/80fai/77ed/index.htmlSunday, August 13, 2006
Monday, August 07, 2006
Boxing.
Clear eyes for the tired guy. One drop at a time. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
Staring at flat panel screen dream. 50 inch plasma, that's my Self. Staring at mirror images. Seeing fat cell deposits. Flesh. Apathy. Standing up tall. Yoga stance. Yoga prance. One vertebrae at a time. Sucking it in.
Tired of boxes. Tired of everyone talking about putting people in boxes. Thinking out of boxes. In the box. Out of the box. Jack in the Box. There is no box. Especially for fear of small spaces. Especially for tears in small places. Face this. Place this box out of your mind. Find time to breath fully with lack of boxes. Lack of limits. Infinite Spaces. Infinite Places.
Small town itch. Small town bitch. They don't know me. I am know one. I am everyone. I am mountain top. Anthill. Stream. River. Sea. The infinite minutia. Space eternal. Smiles and tears and fears and put this all aside, and stride. See the mountain top and climb. One step at a time. One pixel at a time. One brush stroke at a time. One word at a time. Climb.
Staring at flat panel screen dream. 50 inch plasma, that's my Self. Staring at mirror images. Seeing fat cell deposits. Flesh. Apathy. Standing up tall. Yoga stance. Yoga prance. One vertebrae at a time. Sucking it in.
Tired of boxes. Tired of everyone talking about putting people in boxes. Thinking out of boxes. In the box. Out of the box. Jack in the Box. There is no box. Especially for fear of small spaces. Especially for tears in small places. Face this. Place this box out of your mind. Find time to breath fully with lack of boxes. Lack of limits. Infinite Spaces. Infinite Places.
Small town itch. Small town bitch. They don't know me. I am know one. I am everyone. I am mountain top. Anthill. Stream. River. Sea. The infinite minutia. Space eternal. Smiles and tears and fears and put this all aside, and stride. See the mountain top and climb. One step at a time. One pixel at a time. One brush stroke at a time. One word at a time. Climb.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
- - - - - Original Message - - - - -
From: Byron King [mailto:byronking@gmail.com]
Sent: Saturday, 2006 10:23 PM
To: 'Vilar Pahey'
Subject: new work.
Good evening,
I am currently seeking gallery representation.
Thanks for your time,
Byron
www.byronking.com
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On 7/25/06, 'Vilar Pahey' wrote:
Dear Byron,
Thank you for your inquiry. We currently have a full roster and are unable to represent any additional artists.
Best regards,
Vilar Pahey
Tom Smith Gallery
Tel: 212-243-0200
Fax: 212-243-0047
-----Original Message-----
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From: Byron King [mailto:byronking@gmail.com]
Sent: Saturday, 2006 8:09 PM
To: 'Vilar Pahey'
Subject: Honesty. Truth. Integrity.
Hi Vilar,
I simplified my site even more. Please take another look at it and tell me
what you think. Do you think I should have the digital work on there?
I'm really looking for venues to show my work. If you point me in the right
direction I will give you my next born child.
No really. I think the work is strong enough that I should not have to do that.
What do I need to do to get my foot in the door? I've been slugging away
at this for ten years now and have had no replies from any galleries. The
fact that you wrote me back took me by complete suprise.
Do you find any of my work interesting? Should I continue or am I kidding myself?
I really wish someone would tell me the secret to getting their work shown
and getting their foot in the door of galleries of your caliber.
Please help a brother out? Show some kindness and point me in the right
direction.
Honestly honest. Truly trying.
Byron King
www.byronking.com
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From: 'Vilar Pahey' [mailto: pilar@tomsmithgallery.com]
Sent: Saturday, 2006 11:44
To: Byron King
Subject: RE: Honesty. Truth. Integrity.
Hi Byron,
I would suggest that you begin by showing your work at local galleries and becoming part of an artistic community locally before trying
As for the site, it's truly up to you to make it representative of your style. Once you have been in exhibitions, you should list those along with any press.
Good luck,
Vilar
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-----Original Message-----
From: Byron King [mailto: byronking@gmail.com]
Sent: Saturday, 2006 12:47 PM
To: 'Vilar Pahey'
Subject: RE: Honesty. Truth. Integrity.
Hi Vilar,
Thanks for your input. I really do appreciate it. I did live in
and could not get my work in any local galleries. I've tried all of the local galleries in
It's frustrating. If you know of any smaller venues looking for emerging artist I would appreciate
a reference.
Thank you for your time,
Byron
www.byronking.com
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From: 'Vilar Pahey' [mailto: vilar@tomsmithgallery.com]
Sent: Saturday, 2006 12:57
To: Byron King [mailto: byronking@gmail.com]
Subject: RE: Honesty. Truth. Integrity.
Hi Byron,
I'm not familiar with the artistic community in
Again, I wish you luck.
Vilar
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-----Original Message-----
From: Byron King [mailto: byronking@gmail.com]
Sent: Saturday, 2006 1:14 PM
To: 'Vilar Pahey'
Subject: RE: Honesty. Truth. Integrity.
Hi Vilar,
So in a sense it's not about the work. It's about your art resume?
Thanks for your help. I will continue on as always.
Good luck to you too.
v/r
Byron
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From: 'Vilar Pahey' [mailto: vilar@tomsmithgallery.com]
Sent: Saturday, 2006 12:57
To: Byron King [mailto: byronking@gmail.com]
It's always about the art, but your question was how to gain gallery representation. I responded to that inquiry.
Vilar
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Subject: RE: Honesty. Truth. Integrity.
From: Byron King [mailto:byronking@gmail.com]
Sent: Saturday, 2006 14:59
To: 'Vilar Pahey'
Subject: RE: Honesty. Truth. Integrity.
To tell you the truth. I'm just elated you wrote me back.
For that, in my book you are an outstanding individual.
So my last and final question is and I'll leave you alone:
So, if my work was something you guys were interested
in and I had absolutely no art resume, would you
show my work?
Have fun tonight in
v/r
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byron
www.byronking.com
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---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Byron King
Date: Saturday, 3:39 PM
Subject: gallery research
To: Byron King
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No REPLY FROM VILAR AT THIS TIME.
Findings:
It is all about the art resume.
Or Vilar is not into answering hypothetical questions.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
What's In My Inbox Today?
This email was from my friend DeMatt. He plays in a Jackson, Mississippi based band called The Moils (the title of this post links to their MySpace page). Whenever they have a gig, he sends out a reminder. Whenever he sends out a reminder, he takes the time to make it entertaining:
It's July; it's hot; and you're busy. So, in an effort to lend you a
hand in getting your affairs in line, I drafted this to-do list. You'll
thank me later.
- Pick up the dry cleaning
- Finalize Tuesday's lunch appointment
- Stock up on all ointments and balms
- Shave off the mohawk
- Retrieve cufflinks from the urinal
- Straighten up the Bat Cave
- Unload remaining Lawn Dart and Delorean stock
- Throw away old suspenders
- Buy new suspenders. Remember, tension is important.
- Apologize to the minotaur
- Touch up life-size multimedia portrait of J.L. Jones
- Practice the bassoon
- Return top hat (begrudgingly)
- Toss the medicine ball
- Check on the tomato aspic. Sufficiently firm?
- Explain to co-workers that you didn't really mean that
- Envy Burts Lancaster, Parks, and Convey. But hey, we are who we are.
- Leave the wetsuit at home
- Try Marlon Fitzwater one more time. But if he doesn't call back, it just
might be over.
- Massage your liver and posterior with The MOILS Friday night at Martin's
because your hungry libido deserves it.
It's July; it's hot; and you're busy. So, in an effort to lend you a
hand in getting your affairs in line, I drafted this to-do list. You'll
thank me later.
- Pick up the dry cleaning
- Finalize Tuesday's lunch appointment
- Stock up on all ointments and balms
- Shave off the mohawk
- Retrieve cufflinks from the urinal
- Straighten up the Bat Cave
- Unload remaining Lawn Dart and Delorean stock
- Throw away old suspenders
- Buy new suspenders. Remember, tension is important.
- Apologize to the minotaur
- Touch up life-size multimedia portrait of J.L. Jones
- Practice the bassoon
- Return top hat (begrudgingly)
- Toss the medicine ball
- Check on the tomato aspic. Sufficiently firm?
- Explain to co-workers that you didn't really mean that
- Envy Burts Lancaster, Parks, and Convey. But hey, we are who we are.
- Leave the wetsuit at home
- Try Marlon Fitzwater one more time. But if he doesn't call back, it just
might be over.
- Massage your liver and posterior with The MOILS Friday night at Martin's
because your hungry libido deserves it.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Fifty Cent Praises.
Truth be known. Truth not being told. All around.
Lies and spies and Jerico ties. Life is a game.
You play poker to win it. To be in it. Your sickness
is your addiction. Your attrition.
I have to take care of my own. Zone out on clicking
tasks that mask the virtue of a life lived taking care
of my family and taking care of my vast past
that isn't over.
The last laugh laughs last, past cubicle rows that sow
the integrity of speaking the truth. Of not holding
a grudge. Of letting go of fifty cent raises that
glazes the praises of one man rubbing the other the wrong
way.
I deserve my fifty cent raise. Fifty cent ways.
Slaves that click the time, tick off annuities not mutliplying.
Sliding down the pockets of larger charges. Larger Mustangs.
Larger stains. Debts to be paid.
Put your poker face on pal. Roll the dice. Are you telling
the truth? And if not, how can you live with yourself?
Lies and spies and Jerico ties. Life is a game.
You play poker to win it. To be in it. Your sickness
is your addiction. Your attrition.
I have to take care of my own. Zone out on clicking
tasks that mask the virtue of a life lived taking care
of my family and taking care of my vast past
that isn't over.
The last laugh laughs last, past cubicle rows that sow
the integrity of speaking the truth. Of not holding
a grudge. Of letting go of fifty cent raises that
glazes the praises of one man rubbing the other the wrong
way.
I deserve my fifty cent raise. Fifty cent ways.
Slaves that click the time, tick off annuities not mutliplying.
Sliding down the pockets of larger charges. Larger Mustangs.
Larger stains. Debts to be paid.
Put your poker face on pal. Roll the dice. Are you telling
the truth? And if not, how can you live with yourself?
Monday, July 24, 2006
Web site facelift
I did a nip tuck to my web site. Check it out if you
ge time. It's not totally different, but a bit cleaner.
Same navigation. I would love your feedback.
www.byronking.com
ge time. It's not totally different, but a bit cleaner.
Same navigation. I would love your feedback.
www.byronking.com
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Saturday, July 15, 2006
A Tension
Building.Growing
and Pressing.
Pushing.
Wanting
for change. A change of State. A Revolution. The Calm before the Storm.
Neither here nor there. Somewhere in between. Reaching the next stage.
Reaching the brink. Not turning back. The time has come. Pull the Trigger.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Monday, July 10, 2006
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Friday, July 07, 2006
Other Empty Spaces
beneath a shady tree.
alone and isolated.
and nothing we need.
in search of discomfort.
in the field of opportunity.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Conversation on pop culture.
5:26 PM me: hey Tori. I was waching So you think you can dance, last night and wondered what you thought about the quality of the dancers? I'd love to hear it. Tell me when you get time.
5:27 PM Tori: lol
i have never seen the show
no tv
5:28 PM but i am sure they are great. but an entire different integrity and aesthetic than that which i strive to achieve
5:29 PM i am like things that are performed more "real" and that stuff is "showy"
i like
showy is fun if you want to drift away with gene kelley
5:30 PM real is more human, and less esoteric and surreal and fanatical
depends on what your flavor is
5:31 PM what they are judging is showmanship. and the level of tricks
5:32 PM like a horse
lol
5:35 PM me: word. I don't know about it, so I'm mystified.
Tori: and you are who they are playing for
me: yeah. must be. wish I knew more about dance and was a more educated viewer.
5:36 PM Tori: its like art- if you like it, you like it
you can analyze technique all day
but its essentially about what you like
i have to say i have no interest in watching it
me: maybe one day, I'll get a show for my art form. I think you are lucky.
Tori: its not dance to me
5:37 PM in the sense that dance is a lifestyle a way of being much different then the training i received
much different then the opinions of what most people hold of the form
but sure- its great its gets some attention
5:38 PM ballroom. i dig
me: yeah. gets attention for dance. it can't be a bad thing.
me: they have a ballroom dancer guy named Dimitri.
5:27 PM Tori: lol
i have never seen the show
no tv
5:28 PM but i am sure they are great. but an entire different integrity and aesthetic than that which i strive to achieve
5:29 PM i am like things that are performed more "real" and that stuff is "showy"
i like
showy is fun if you want to drift away with gene kelley
5:30 PM real is more human, and less esoteric and surreal and fanatical
depends on what your flavor is
5:31 PM what they are judging is showmanship. and the level of tricks
5:32 PM like a horse
lol
5:35 PM me: word. I don't know about it, so I'm mystified.
Tori: and you are who they are playing for
me: yeah. must be. wish I knew more about dance and was a more educated viewer.
5:36 PM Tori: its like art- if you like it, you like it
you can analyze technique all day
but its essentially about what you like
me: if it was American's next top Contemporary Painter, I'm sure I would be pissed."
Tori: loli have to say i have no interest in watching it
me: maybe one day, I'll get a show for my art form. I think you are lucky.
Tori: its not dance to me
5:37 PM in the sense that dance is a lifestyle a way of being much different then the training i received
much different then the opinions of what most people hold of the form
but sure- its great its gets some attention
5:38 PM ballroom. i dig
me: yeah. gets attention for dance. it can't be a bad thing.
me: they have a ballroom dancer guy named Dimitri.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Bro
A brother is someone that you can count on when the going gets rough.
Someone to lean on when times are bad.
A brother is someone that drives everyone at the car show mad.
Someone to lean on when times are bad.
A brother is someone that drives everyone at the car show mad.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Better luck next time
Hello everybody! Nice to meet you
Thank you for the welcome-post!
it took a little time to post this.I tried to put up a link which opens another window with a larger view of the Photo above.Well, as you see i wasn`t able to.
I did this photo this morning and chose it for my first post because it is about how i felt/feel.
A few weeks ago i got a cancellation from the academy i wanted to study art at.iI didn`t know if i should laugh or cry.That is what the photo is about.
Confusion,disappointment.feels like you would fall.lying on the floor.the body of the puppet(it was a bunny).ridiculous.ridiculous depressive mood.one week.There it is again.a small yellow dot above the horizon.Maybe it is self convenience.playing jokes on me.I feel better now. That`s not my merit.It`s hope`s merit.
I´ll continue.work harder.dream more.sleep less.
I´ll Live life,love life.
Better luck next time.
Friday, June 30, 2006
What gives Wally?
Water slide. Tide. Cool Breeze.
Freeze your intuition and listen.
Observe.
Porous border. Dotted line. On maps painted and photographed from high in sky. Satellite motion detector deflector. We'll man the dotted line. We'll spend more money on protecting fear. Scared into submission. Mission. Just one more drink. One more toke off of the terror brew. Stew.
Don't choke. It's thick with good people. Working hard. Who are being served by decent people working harder and longer. Who deserve a piece of the apple pie. White picket fence Beaver Clever dreams. But maybe in their own country?
Maybe take the Fox by the tail and lead him to more jobs in his own country. Then lead the fox to water and force him to drink. Make him understand that this cow's been milked. And milk ain't free. And some of our cows are starving.
Freeze your intuition and listen.
Observe.
Porous border. Dotted line. On maps painted and photographed from high in sky. Satellite motion detector deflector. We'll man the dotted line. We'll spend more money on protecting fear. Scared into submission. Mission. Just one more drink. One more toke off of the terror brew. Stew.
Don't choke. It's thick with good people. Working hard. Who are being served by decent people working harder and longer. Who deserve a piece of the apple pie. White picket fence Beaver Clever dreams. But maybe in their own country?
Maybe take the Fox by the tail and lead him to more jobs in his own country. Then lead the fox to water and force him to drink. Make him understand that this cow's been milked. And milk ain't free. And some of our cows are starving.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Note to world.
I will not be looking for venues to show my work.
I will be focusing on making the work.
I will not be putting my self out there anymore.
Reason for proclamation:
It has been my experience that when
you really want something it never happens.
That when you let it go, it finds you.
I am going to let it go.
I am not going to focus on what I do not have.
I am going to focus on what I do have.
I am going to be as positive as I can with the time I have left.
End of note to world.
I will be focusing on making the work.
I will not be putting my self out there anymore.
Reason for proclamation:
It has been my experience that when
you really want something it never happens.
That when you let it go, it finds you.
I am going to let it go.
I am not going to focus on what I do not have.
I am going to focus on what I do have.
I am going to be as positive as I can with the time I have left.
End of note to world.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
The dance.
I've been putting myself out there. Hey you. How are you?
Look at me. Watch me dance. Do a little jig. And I
was getting down. Down that no one cared. No one heard
me. No one had the common courtesy to respond. To
give me honesty. To let me know that they were out there.
Then this morning I get an email from Brazil. An email
from Germany. And an email from San Fransisco. All from
artists finding their way. Doing their little dance.
Nice enough to write back.
Nice enough to let me know they were out there.
I beat myself up over this.
Running Hello World Program.
Running Look at Me Program.
Look at me. Watch me dance. Do a little jig. And I
was getting down. Down that no one cared. No one heard
me. No one had the common courtesy to respond. To
give me honesty. To let me know that they were out there.
Then this morning I get an email from Brazil. An email
from Germany. And an email from San Fransisco. All from
artists finding their way. Doing their little dance.
Nice enough to write back.
Nice enough to let me know they were out there.
I beat myself up over this.
Running Hello World Program.
Running Look at Me Program.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Clicking Hand.
Refugees. You see. They have no place to go. No place to flow. Lie low. Don't pop up your heads. Don't look for bread. Bodies are lying in your streets. Their meat is cooking in the heat, you see.
Look out for your own. Hold tight to them. Fight for them. To each their own, when the war comes. When the war came. When the waters rained and ran. Then the winds slammed their structures to the land.
And look at me. In my cubicle land, with my clicking hand. Trying to be a loving man. Raising my family the best I can. And I hear of this war torn land. Damn. And I have to tune it out. Try to focus on my fam.
I want to help. I want to get up. Stand. And motivate. And march. Grab my rifle. Find the enemy at hand. Fight the injustice, war, hunger of our land.
I want to pull militia rights and fight but don't know what direction to smite.
So I sit here again. In my cubicle land. Clicking with my clicking hand. Wanting peace on this land. Wanting to take a stand. But no knowing where or what direction to man. As I focus and click, and click again.
Look out for your own. Hold tight to them. Fight for them. To each their own, when the war comes. When the war came. When the waters rained and ran. Then the winds slammed their structures to the land.
And look at me. In my cubicle land, with my clicking hand. Trying to be a loving man. Raising my family the best I can. And I hear of this war torn land. Damn. And I have to tune it out. Try to focus on my fam.
I want to help. I want to get up. Stand. And motivate. And march. Grab my rifle. Find the enemy at hand. Fight the injustice, war, hunger of our land.
I want to pull militia rights and fight but don't know what direction to smite.
So I sit here again. In my cubicle land. Clicking with my clicking hand. Wanting peace on this land. Wanting to take a stand. But no knowing where or what direction to man. As I focus and click, and click again.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
What's in a title?
My father was a real man. Not like me. When he walked into the room, if you were a real man you would size him up. Don't worry he would be sizing you up too. He fought in the Korean War at the age of seventeen. When I was seventeen I was listening to Pearl Jam, The Cure and trying to find my identity.
He didn't talk about what he had seen either, other than a small amount of information I was able to get out of him over time. He told me he was in the 1st Marine Division. Interested, I bought a book on the war and researched it while enlisted in the Army. After reading a bit about it, I understood why after seeing what he did, talking about it would not be a good thing. He had to have seen death. Thousands of deaths.
To make it back in one piece was a victory of its own. And what he had seen would be far better off never spoken about. One of the bloodiest battles he served in was the battle of the Chosin Reservoir. It was so cold during this push toward the Chinese border that winter that frost bite was rampant. Temperatures were reported of thirty below. Also, if you were at this battle and survived you got the nickname the frozen chosen.
This was one of the battles he faced and lived to not talk about. It was a miracle that he made it back in one piece at all. It was a miracle that he could return to have our family. To have me. To live another fifty years. To coach basketball to hundreds of children as a Recreational Director of youth ministries. And to truly make a difference in hundreds of their lives. Coach Mickey will be remembered. Shit. They even named a park after him.
So on this father's day, I think of my father. Not of myself as a father. My journey has just begun. This is my first father's day. I haven't really earned the title yet. Hopefully one day I will.
He didn't talk about what he had seen either, other than a small amount of information I was able to get out of him over time. He told me he was in the 1st Marine Division. Interested, I bought a book on the war and researched it while enlisted in the Army. After reading a bit about it, I understood why after seeing what he did, talking about it would not be a good thing. He had to have seen death. Thousands of deaths.
To make it back in one piece was a victory of its own. And what he had seen would be far better off never spoken about. One of the bloodiest battles he served in was the battle of the Chosin Reservoir. It was so cold during this push toward the Chinese border that winter that frost bite was rampant. Temperatures were reported of thirty below. Also, if you were at this battle and survived you got the nickname the frozen chosen.
This was one of the battles he faced and lived to not talk about. It was a miracle that he made it back in one piece at all. It was a miracle that he could return to have our family. To have me. To live another fifty years. To coach basketball to hundreds of children as a Recreational Director of youth ministries. And to truly make a difference in hundreds of their lives. Coach Mickey will be remembered. Shit. They even named a park after him.
So on this father's day, I think of my father. Not of myself as a father. My journey has just begun. This is my first father's day. I haven't really earned the title yet. Hopefully one day I will.
Factoid #1
Countries that observe Father's Day on the third Sunday of June include Argentina, Canada, Chile, China, Colombia, Cuba, France, Hong Kong S.A.R., India, Pakistan, Ireland, Japan, Macao S.A.R., Malaysia, Malta, Mexico, the Netherlands, Panama, Peru, the Philippines, Singapore, Slovakia, South Africa, Turkey, the United Kingdom, the United States, Venezuela, and Zimbabwe.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Giant Panda robots: extinction solved
I found this on Engadget.com:Ahh Giant Pandas... cute and cuddly until they rip out your jugular with a swipe from those massive thumbed paws. What better avatar to lull us into complacency while cleansing the fields of our human scourge? Ok, ok, only the head can actually be considered robotic with 14 servo motors used to create realistic panda expressions like confusion: "has anyone seen my bamboo?" or anger: "I am not a teddy bear!" The rest is just some guy in a fancy monkey suit drunk on Billy Beer. Now isn't it about time we forget about all this endangered species crap since man clearly possesses the power to preserve these giant
P.S. All text above was stolen from the link above. Cheers.
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