Today’s sign is an illegal one. From the hand of someone typically poor but no less desirous to see their mark shine amongst others, graffiti is at times the only method available for the poor and minorities to have their signage in the public eye. This form of signage is the oldest available to those seeking the opportunity to leave messages to others in a society or clan. From the cave paintings of primitive man to the hieroglyphs of ancient Egyptians to the usage of petroglyphs by Native Americans, right up to contemporary mankind using neon and plastic to announce one thing or another. Today, we frown upon the rampant and what most consider rude and defacing usage of graffiti while condoning those who pay their licensing fee and stay within a narrow parameter of what is typically considered good taste. In the end, the objective is the same, we want recognition that we have been here. The creative, innovative, or hard-working will find a surface or storefront and leave their mark in the here and now, others will await their gravestone to announce they, too, were here.
Art Space, Not Outer
This is the home of XERO and David Therian. Not to be confused with Village Labs and Jim Dilettoso. David has been a prime mover in helping create an underground art scene in the downtown Phoenix crackhead neighborhoods near where this decrepit building stands. Sadly, the leadership of our resort town has plans for more golf courses, luxury hotels, bigger and better shopping mixed with generic communities of cloned soothingly dull uber dorks. Here in Arizona, non-conformist art has a place right next to those guys spotting UFOs.
Who’s Laughing Now?
Joke about nukes, die by nukes. I can’t believe I should suffer such an ugly fate. Seems like just yesterday I was joking about Dear Leader messing about with them big boy toys and sure enough he goes and kills the planet – what a d#$%. Fortunately, the guys at Heaven’s Gate were right and the spaceship was right there to pick me up. Ported into my light body I am able to post photo of the day blog entries while I party at a secret location close to Alpha Centauri with L. Ron Hubbard (who happens to be laughing, too). Be careful, as I wouldn’t have believed it myself but George W survived and is still in charge of what remains, he really is an alien reptilian from inside the hollow earth – kinda scary what I’m learning from the beyond.
Nucular Bomb Sunset
This is the weekend North Korea’s ronery reader raunches his first nucular weapon. The bomb could prove so powerful that this might be the last sunset the world will see. This may not even be the sun but may actually be the moment of detonation and the beginning of the end for humanity. I think we should show Dear Leader a thing or two by having the U.S. arm all Asian countries so our Mutually Assured Destruction philosophy of the Cold War guarantees that Asia plays nice just like we did with good old Russia. Yep, that’s what I think, we need more nukes – contrary to my tree-huggin’ wife who would probably go on about more cukes, fewer nukes.
Big House – Big Deal
I tried posting this earlier. The photo uploads without problem. My brain doesn’t. I am left without meaningful banter regarding the posting of this $11 million mountainside villa gathering dust in a saguaro forest. The home is owned by some wealthy old folks who dwell within its luxurious walls a mere two weeks a year. So what. I don’t particularly like the house, nor do I dislike it. We were in the neighborhood, checking out the townhomes priced at a far more reasonable $3 million each.
Pink Fringe
Next year I should consider turning my website from a photo of the day blog into a sunset of the day blog. I will actually have to learn a new vocabulary to do so. A vocabulary that allows me to complain in vivid terms about the lack of dynamism when skies are free of clouds and the heavens are depressingly blue on a day-in-day-out basis. I will rant about how a vast right-wing conspiracy is at work behind the scenes to weaken the heroic intensity of liberal do-what-they-want clouds. I can also take up the rallying cry to build a sky wall stopping Mexican clouds from freeloading over American lands. Don’t even get me started on the gay clouds; fortunately, most of those are hiding behind other clouds and we don’t have to witness their uh hum, behaviors.
#SARCASM