Sunday, November 24, 2013

Air Quality

This is a re-post from my wife and I's blog.  It is about the current atmospheric condition in Northeastern China where we are currently living and working.  Please take the five minutes to read this post as I feel the information contained within is very important to the future of not just the Chinese, Pan-Asian, or American environmental conditions, but the entirety of global conditions.  Thank you.

 Air Quality


Thursday, September 19, 2013

Monday, September 2, 2013


Henry Rollins and his classic eloquence and propensity for an economic usage of words has fucking nailed it ....yet again.

Sunday, September 1, 2013

"The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind."
H. P. Lovecraft 


A band in which I played bass prior to moving to China has just received the finished masters for our first record that will be released in November of 2013. My band mates and I are all very proud of the work we have done on this record and would love for you to take a quick listen and buy the vinyl when it is released later this year. The people on this recording comprise a rare mixture of 2 groups of childhood friends who have all played music together in so many different forms over the past two decades. Somehow we all came back together in a new, fresh grouping after having played with countless other musicians and formations over the past 15-20 years. Thanks!


Friday, August 30, 2013

Classics of Love, Antillectual

Seems like the best punk rock is coming from all places except the states these days....

Classics of Love. Look into em.
Antillectual. Opened for Propagandhi throughout Europe. Solid, thought provoking punk rock.

And then one from the states that I'm digging right now.
Diarrhea Planet. Just listen.

My new blog

I generally only post on a blog with my wife that details our travels an experiences as foreign English teachers.
I will begin to post other random art, music and inconsequential musings on here from now on though too.
But, please take a moment to take a look at our new blog, my wife is much funnier and far more entertaining than I.

The Connifer Chronicles

Thanks a bunch.

Some art, some inspiration.


Tuesday, November 10, 2009

the importance of reverence

the annual all souls' procession occurred in downtown tucson this past sunday.
once more it was a spectacular and awe-inspiring event. i kept telling myself to treat it as not only a spectacle, but a gathered moment of sharing reverent space with thousands of others. in effect, i challenged myself to see it as a spiritual experience.

the artists controlled the streets and led the many on-lookers into their introverted habitat defined by metaphor and symbol moreso than habit and material. they walked on stilts, with elaborate costumes resembling insect drones who swarmed around an even more meticulously crafted "queen." all the while, flam chen performers hung 200 feet in the air suspended by single wires. they spun furiously and independently around a "cocoon" tearing at it until it was nothing but a shredded shell.

an urn passed down the main stage/loading dock behind the rails where thousands of participants and spectators gathered for the grand finale. the moment it was raised into the air as well, the crowd roared and roared and roared ad nausea um. we lost control of our voices and let them arise in a moment of shared effort. as the "queen" metamorphosed into a butterfly with high-rise floating capabilities equipped with a very large torch.

slowly it approached the urn until the energies of the entire night finally converge and..........the urn burned. ashes blew and merged into the air as did everyone's thoughts of reverence, irreverence, joy, depression, contentment, grief, understanding, ignorance and everything else.....they immersed singularly into the blackness of the faroff desert sky.

and at once i remembered and swore by the importance of reverence.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

words cannot express...

"Had they been the ones dying under the cooking sun, picking through the dust, scratching at the barren earth, had it been THEIR insides spilling into the sand, they’d see on cracking land their spirit cannot triumph.
Take a breath. Sit back and relax.
Enjoy your moment of peace. You’ll soon be back in the middle.
Prepare for this one to make you flinch in disbelief. When you catch a glimpse of those just following the paths that got us to where we are.
Who are these human shadows with still-beating hearts? Why do corpses litter the road? Scratching at the door to our paradise. Who are these humans?
So this is paradise.
Beyond the distant hands of the world. Here we all think we don’t belong but still bow our heads to our Emperors. Is this all there is? Maybe we really have nothing to say.
Maybe we truly are just shallow and lame and we’re all just waiting for the end, the spectacle, or some kind of catastrophe to bring us back to earth to stun our ever nodding heads.
To introduce us once again to the one incorruptible as she flushes us from her veins. Kills us to live again. In case you wonder - I’m not trying to be cynical.
I know how you feel - If your life’s disconnect. In case you wonder - “What the fuck’s wrong with me?” If it all makes sense you’re the furthest fucking gone.
They’ve got badges that they cover with their hands while they’re bashing your fucking head. They’ve got graveyards that they’ll fill with that head if you start getting anywhere.
I won’t pretend that we’re on the winning end.
But when did that matter before anyway? That never mattered before anyway. "

Life at Disconnect - Propagandhi much i love thee.