The Architecture of Happiness

Sketchbook, Stapler, pen, packaging tape, box cutter, Tupperware with protein powder.

I call this installation* OCD A Beginning.

*For the pedestrian an instillation is, drop some knowledge wiki:

"Installation art describes an artistic genre of site-specific, three-dimensional works designed to transform the perception of a space."

I've been reading a book called The Architecture of Happiness. Here's a couple of bullet points.

• Architecture was once, before building codes, works of art.
• People want predictable, ordered spaces
• "We arrange around us material forms which communicate to us what we need--but are at constant risk of forgetting we need--within. We turn to wallpaper, benches, paintings and streets to staunch the disappearance of our true selves."

BTW

The janitor put it in pile, to make cleaning my desk space easier. The Good Will Hunting janitor would of understood, again not for the pedestrian. My next project, Post-IT Stone Henge or the Pyramids.

Wonder Womaaaan!

When it's her turn to speak at the Narcotics Anonymous meeting, she casually pulls out her crack pipe, lights it up and takes only one hit, then she smashes it to the ground, just to show the group how easy it is to quit. As she walks out of the meeting, members dive to the broken pipe like pigeons who storm after bread confettied onto city streets.

When she stops feeling better than shes ever had in her whole life, she spends the next hour shivering in the fetal position, in an alleyway, behind the dumpster of a Chinese restaurant. She combats the urge to smoke more crack by meditating in the Lotus position, and by thinking about shopping for new shoes.

When her urge to smoke more crack subsides, she orders an X-Large pizza from a local pizza shop and hops on the bus to an Overeaters Anonymous meeting.

WHO AM I! Humpdaynewsletter.com

I've been on hiatus, moonwalking on words, images and metaphors. This is what I've been up to:

http://humpdaynewsletter.com/2010/01/20/this-is-sparta/

If that post doesn't motivate you, this will.

And if this video doesn't make you want to put on your helmet and pads, and run straight into a fellow freshman I don't know if you're really alive. Check yo pulse, yo.

Thank god he's only a football coach. In the words of the wise Jim Halpert, "this is the smallest amount of power I've ever seen go to someone's head."

This guy is like Tony Robbins, got me all amped. Some gang members bumped into me in the streets, and I yelled,

"I HAVE NO FEAR IN MY HEART! I HAVE A LOT OF FEAR IN MY BRAIN REGION BECAUSE THAT IS WHERE THE HUMAN FEAR RESPONSE IS PROCESSED. THERE IS NO ACTUAL FEAR IN THE HEART BECAUSE IT ONLY PUMPS BLOOD! IT IS NOT AN ORGAN FOR EMOTIONAL RESPONSE SUCH AS FEAR!"

That is when the pummeling began...

My God - It's Full of Stars

"...my-God it's full of stars!" -2001: A Space Odyssey

It is never silent. Late at night, you can always hear the butterfly effect of one car engine multiplied by a billion. Sounds of individual automobiles multiplying into a low roar in the night that is distinctly man made. The sound is calming, letting you know that someone is out there. Going somewhere. Lives are being lead other than your own, despite your own solitary stare into an infinite night, gazing at the light of stars long dead.

Can't Sleep, Clown Will Eat Me

A whisper wakes me in my sleep.

"Dear lord..."

I sleep perfectly fine every night. Sometimes there is that dream where the bottom half of everyone is tentacles, octopus limbs. Other times, it's that dream where everyone has forgotten my name, and I'm lined up with my fellow 4th graders on the first day of school, to recite the Pledge of Allegiance. And rarely, is it that dream where I am at an acceptance speech, with P. Diddy like confidence at the podium, holding my award for "being awarded", only to hear murmurs in audience, only to hear someone say,

"I hope he has kids just so he can see them die in a fire."

They got their award for "being awarded" last week, why are they jealous of me?

But tonight, I don't get any of those dreams. I'm awake from the whisper, staring at the ceiling, listening

"Dear Lord..."

"Dear Lord, please give me the power to answer the prayers of humanity, give me strength to control natural disasters, create a sustainable world economy in the face of the digital age, and end racism..."

Jesus, was praying to

ME

"and end racism?"

You are asking too much my son.

Wonder Womannn!

Who's that lady?

She's like a friggin Amazon princess. I invited her over for Thanksgiving and she's kind of a messy girl, so I warned her not to mess up my parents place. The moment I finish my sentence, she walks over to the curtain in the living room, props her foot on the door handle like a ballerina, lifts her blue skirt up, grabs the curtain and wipes from front to back, leaving her period all over it. It was such a bold move, not only because of my warning her and how she did it, but because my parents were watching.

It was so sexy. She left me, my dad, and my mom all with erections afterward. As my mother and father examining the Christ like imagery her stain left behind. My dad said she's a keeper, gave me a thumbs up and told me her period smelled like maple syrup too. He cut off a square from the curtain for scientific study at his job, but one time he left his wallet in my car and I found the square there with the words:

"I want to do her son, please don't find this. Perhaps it would be better if I kept this to myself if I were ever to leave my wallet in your curious hands."

He writes remarkably legible for such a small space to write on.

Year End Review 2010

Jan 1st:Bed ridden from excess partying 09

Jan 2nd:Bed ridden from excess partying 09 Vol. 2

Jan 3rd: Decide to celebrate end of being Bed Ridden at In-and-Out Burger

30mins later: Decide to celebrate the beginning of food poisoning and the expulsion of all solids from body "by any means necessary," my stomach was like Malcolm X.

Jan 4th: End of Food poisoning, feeling godlike again, understanding that a quesadilla can make you feel that good if you don't eat for 48 hours.

Wow, that 2010 was a doozy.

I welcome you 2011.

Now, let us celebrate surviving another year, see you in 2012.

Take care of yourselves, and each other.