Zine scenes and the dawn of disco denver and the get right brigade

Someone slipped me a micky and i wound up with these legs.

Great big things

Disco Denver & The Get Right Brigade

How to influence neighbors

Thanks for the swell ideas, echelbarger.

Getting laid

Square therapy

Just look at those nearly 12 x 12 ceramic squares lying side by side across that bare concrete kitchen floor. We tend to find ourselves knee-deep in mortar, grout and ceramic scraps every few years or so. First, we replaced the urine-scented carpet in, not one, but two bathrooms after we said goodbye to the triplets. Then, we replaced the thin, stain-attracting veil of linoleum across our front entryway after starbucks and i divorced. Now, we're in the midst of tackling our greatest home tiling project to date: the kitchen/dining room/laundry room floor.

'So, what's the occasion?' you might ask.

Well sir and/or madam, a couple of years ago, i turned down a 'job'. Then, a few months ago, i interviewed for a re-imagined version of the aforementioned 'job'. Then, a few weeks ago, after much dreaming, i was not offered said 'job'. Boo-hoo.

On the srsly tip though, 'twas a bummer royale to be certain. Yet here we are, weeks later, ripping up our floor in bare feet whilst the godfather of soul's impassioned voice encourages us to 'make it funky' and declare with great clamor how proud we are to be black. Say what you will about mister dynamite; the man knows how to motivate even the laziest of white boys. 

Perhaps this is just a project that is years overdue. Perhaps the laying of these particular ceramic squares was saving itself to distract us from the disappointment during another season of uncertainty. Whatever it is, we are running out of flooring to rip up and replace. After this epic struggle between mortar and space, it may be time to move on... either to a new home or to a new way of distracting ourselves.

Getting naked

Taming the doctor

Colour forms

This one is a portrait of daddy riding a bicycle, although it appears to be a tricycle and/or a mickey mouse head and/or partial drum kit. Note the wild and wooly mane bursting forth from that electric blue hoodie! Nailed it, sister.

Fireworks layered on two sides of single sheet of college-ruled paper. Depth. Colour. Radiant. Ain't no indiana drought gonna keep these fireworks down.

Self-portrait by the artist. She appears to be performing a new ballet move whilst her golden curls dance in unison atop her happy green head.

All original artwork by baby jane.

copyright (c) 2012, call me kitty, all rights reserved

Walk on, children

Half a week after returning home from a week of teaching, singing, and catching up with olde and neue friends, i feel i still haven't recovered. We're trying to figure out where to go from here. I tend to lean toward making to-do lists. That may not be a bad move, but i've got a strong sense that it's about time to be still and listen before making any major decisions. Who knows, maybe the answers will reveal themselves in the crude whimsical drawings of a soon-to-be-four-year-olde.

Most likely.

This little dude's just figuring things out...

Solid gold

The entire family just returned from a hot week at camp olivet. Check that cast and crew; they're bananas.

Thank you to everyone who made this fiftieth summer of christ-centered community an unforgettable experience.

Eight bits

Recently, we printed some vee necks, some cool dries, and some track jacks for a visionary youth ministry leader whom we now refer to as the wiz. Have a blast in panama city beach, wiz.

An aural supplement, episode 19

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Surf's up, y'all. It's summertime and the Laveta is riding a wave of mutilation all night upon the Rockey's unfortunate sofa. He's spittin' his trash-talkin' tongue between summer teeth stained with cheap brandy held aloft in a toast to the host's lord of the land. He's not too daring, but a devil to be sure. Regardless, he's got some nerve burnin' your youth at both ends. Fear not and fast forward through the trash talk and soak up the summer, you dandy lion children.

1. Coconut Records "Summer Day"

2. Pearl Jam "All Night"

3. Luis E. Bacalov "Summertime Killer"

4. Sonny & the Sunsets "Too Young to Burn"

5. The Left Banke "I Haven't Got the Nerve"

6. Surgeons in Heat "Summerteeth"

7. Pixies "Wave of Mutilation (UK Surf Version)"

8. Fiona Apple "Daredevil"

9. Jack White "Trash Tongue Talker"

10. Josh Garrels "Cynicism"

11. Beach Fossils "Daydream"

12. B.B. Seaton "Summertime"

13. The Beach Boys "Surf's Up (1967 Solo Version)"

14. Ramones "Rockaway Beach"

15. Old Thyme Eskimo "My Pacific"

16. Youth Lagoon "July"

Magic crystals

G A N D A L F ! ! !

Clokey art