Because there is [no]thing to report other than

"I'm allergic to the world when we are separated, there's nothing in my heart that's worth a-beating"


Epic stay-cation coming to a close on Tuesday, I've spent the last few days being social instead of completing the paintings I've started. I missed out on Pride because I'm terrified of crowds. True story.
But I digress ...

Check out this cool cat.
Circa 2007


Shameless sibling promotion? Yes.
Cryptic bloggity blogs when I said I would should be sleeping?
Present.

xo
ci

Vierzig, or "B-Flat"

Today is my brother Micheal's fortieth birthday, marking an anniversary also for the concert of Altamont where the Hell's Angels broke lose while working security where our then-seventeen year old father had just dropped acid and was having the worst trip of his life.

That being said, know that although I very much suck recently at keeping in touch, he is very much awesome. Even Spike Jonze says so.

I'm Albuquerque-bound as soon as I can, my Paré Three.

Much love from the tepidly frozen East Bay,
see.eye.

P.S. Mike, I hate that this is the most recent picture of you and me (i.e. three and a half years ago). Remedy this soon, we shall.