Roots Design: Art and Architecture for the People

Like these guys, and more. So much damn feeling all the time. Se la vie, je suis. The fat comedian said: "If you were one of those dumb americans who took French in high school instead of Spanish, I hope you get stabbed at a taco truck." God, I love taco trucks. They're part of my heritage. Let us pray now

Photos of drawings of photos on pulverized and glued back together chunks of the of the real things.

It flew into the kitchen through the back door. It flew around for hours banging its head on the ceiling. I tried to guide/chase it out with a broom. I tried to lure it down with an open honey bear to the window sill and then, theoretically, out. To no avail. I left it to fly around bumping its head on the ceiling for another couple hours. I felt bad for it. Then I caught it using my laundry hamper and a baseball hat, and I took it outside, and it flew up to the jasmine flowers and took a long drink, really, that I deserved. But I just watched it, and refrained from drinking, and refra ined from smoking cigarettes, and got my camera and took a picture of it. I realized yesterday that hummingbirds are not super bright.

Only works if I can remember wher I put the goddamn thing....Sigh...then I jus go ahead and go back to making strange pictures. So much time flying by. T or F ? Art is about organizing information. Love

Mi compadre Hal se escribo Amigos Y Amigas: As night falls here, Nanny and I sit ensconced on the sixteenth floor (or dies seis piso) of the Islas del Sol (Islands at the bottom of my foot) the panoramically fenestrated palatial view stretches from the towering ramparts of the Sierra Madre Occidental in the northeast all the way to the glittering ocean (or mar) in the east that washes the room in a magical dying light. Yes, the sun is setting in the Sea of Cortez like a radioactive peso in a liquid piggy bank. Directly below our room a vast stage has been erected, buntings in rojo, verdes Y blanco, (the national sauces) have been draped across this magnificent proscenium as spot lights are switched on to cross-like light swords. In the velvet night military helicopters patrol the sky above while the gallant Mexican navy patrols in sinister grey battleships for contrabandidos. The compensidados, Mazatlanecos are gathering in the thousands (or mils) at the foot of ...