:-(

The Borg must really be dead... I'm sad.

There should be a way to edit your comments after you post.

Trophy Soldiers

Something New

In the middle of his life he left his wife and ran off to be bad. Boy, it was sad. But he bought a new car, found a new bar, and went under another name. Created a whole new game and the days went by like paper in the wind.

Everything changed, then changed again. It's hard to find a friend. It's hard to find a friend.

Meanwhile then his wife's boyfriend moved in and took over the house. Everybody was quiet as a mouse and it changed their lives, changed their plans. Slowly they grew apart. Boy, it woulda broke your heart and the days went by like paper in the wind.

Everything changed, then changed again. It's hard to find a friend. It's hard to find a friend.

flambeaux Retreat

FUTURE: Straw core at natures whim, secure on man-shaped metal. Galvanized the internal fear of fires onslaught on carbon. It’s not the flame that frightens but the flambeaux, the source. As torches touch dry leaf and leaf, heat encroaches with smoke as companion. That beauty beyond, that matchstick divinity, struck by the invisible hand. It’s hard to breath, but it was before the stoke. We should've stopped, dropped, and rolled long ago, yet it burns ever closer causing choke and cough, even in rain billows gray air. Our recourse: a controlled self-burn round the shallow surface of each, making space for a ceasefire and revealing a frightened child underneath.

Water War

Future: Lands purchased by states and countries for resources in karst topography. To the sellers gains beyond comprehension. Markup to no statistician’s deviation. Where the water flows along with blood. The new gold rush "WATER." Man cannot live on bread alone but can survive on eminent domain. Real water deep in the crust, perfect on a desperate tongue. Draught in the forecast where once streams allowed skipping rocks, but now just rocks. The battle for land and what lies below when technology cannot tame the masses cotton mouth. It will wage. Because with resource comes power that quenches every thirst.

Change and Singularity

FUTURE: The question becomes one of downward spirals or upward mountains. Altitudes or abyssal planes in attempting to take the experiences around and make meaning for the mind. The spinning top of time ever closer to singularity; when you and I are hollow and free to pass through. We are loose change spinning round the charity disc gaining speed and near to the eventual. And, what is this charity, this life? It is obvious that our human structures, our internal controls, cannot withstand the coming rapid change. The levies are bulging. The downturns abrupt and upswings jarring change. This is about state of mind... Downward spirals or upward mountains as we seek time beyond physical biology. A future of only barriers but oneness all the same.

Trophy Soldier

Untitled / 6 " x 8" / Bic pen on paper/ 2007.

Fiber Fist

Click above to see a fake commercial that these guys
I've been working with and learning a little bit about
video production just made. It's pretty darned funny.

A little levity...

JaxCAL.org

My new project. Hope you guys are proud. Hows the Borg Group hanging?

Portal 3

Portlet1.1

Portlet1

House Hunting

The market is down, and there's lots of frowns. But we keep on looking. Looking for a house that's affordable, adorable and almost livable.

American dream, apple pie, white picket fence, and all. For all. Their are open houses all around town. Everywhere you look, homes are for sale. Balloons are a flyin. The reports have started tricklin. About adjustable mortgages adjusting thousands of incomes and weighing heavily on their outcomes of life, liberty, and the pursuit of their realities.

As the flag keeps on flying, as our kids keep on dying in the same old foreign lands. While walking on the same old burning sands. As their oil stained caskets get shipped back across the ocean. Back to their mother's land.

Even with all this confusion, a fusion, I'm still wanting in. I'm still wanting to have a place where we can plant our own seed. Where the children grow like weeds. Where I can plant my family crest and do my very best to be an honorable man. And try my very best to be a good example for the little ones around. But for now, I'll just keep looking in town.

New Orleans, Louisiana

Bombgardener is DEAD!

Call me...

THE END.

Portal 2

Portal

Portal / 24″ x 24″ / acrylic on wood / 2007.

Blackbird Hour

My good friends Brad (vocals, guitar), Dave (bass) and Chad (drums)
play in Blackbird Hour.

They performed at Proud Larry's in Oxford last night

and I took a few photos . . .

Listen to "Careful Love" and "The Last Time"

on their MySpace profile.

Escape Vessel

9th and Liberty

Satire can be funny . . . Here's how to know if you're a "hipster" -- Enjoy!

Apology

Clean eating. Clean drinking. Water. I apologize for my past behavior. I apologize for my rants and negativity. Into thee. I have such passion. A lasting. It keeps me motivated, and associated. Competitive in nature. I have become a bully. Praying on the week. And dishing out judgement and I'm tired of such activity with it's ferocity.

Teacher, I apologize for my outburst in class. I apologize for not raising my hand before speaking. I apologize for looking at you and silently judging. I apologize for talking about you behind your back. I apologize for looking at your life's work and snickering inside. I apologize for I have no right to. No fight to. And I give up.

What step am I on? The step where I wake up and realize I have been an asshole many times and have not known it. I have left dirty messages. Wondered why things couldn't be better. Why? Everyone is trying their best. Who am I to judge? Who am I to fudge on common courtesy? I am tired of dishing out negative synergy. I am tired of thinking I know best. I am tired of forming an opinion on everything. I am tired of trying to back it up.

I want to be involved in flow. Surround myself with those who are not struggling against the current. Surround myself with those who have given up and have let the stream take them. Surround myself with positivity. With friends who are not out to get anything from me. And in return be that friend to thee. This is my apology.

Zombie Letters from e-zombie.com

Post-Katrina Photography Series

On Friday, June 9, 2006, I posted a series of photographs taken along the Mississippi Gulf Coast. At that time, it had been nine months since Hurricane Katrina made landfall in Waveland, Mississippi, laying waste to the homes and communities in her path.

It has now been sixteen months since that destruction and, lest we forget, much remains to be done. Recovery from a disaster of this magnitude does not occur in a matter of months or, possibly, even years. Will it take decades? An entire generation? Who can say for certain?

These photographs are installment two in this on-going series.

Bay St. Louis, Mississippi

Piers along N. Beach Blvd.

Roadside debris (facing south)

Roadside debris (facing east)

The Borg has Risen

Group Show Opening

All,

Check out a link to the opening we had Jan 4th here in Jax.

Thanks to Joey from Urban Jacksonville for stopping by and
to Tony Allegretti for letting us use the space.

Check it out...

Click here to see some photos of the show.

The Statue of Liberation Through Christ in Memphis, Tennessee
World Overcomers Outreach Ministeries Church

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.
United States Constitution, First Amendment
Ratified: December 15, 1791

Happy New Year lil' borgers