TROPICAL FLAVOR

In November 2007 I spent Thanksgiving with my father on Galveston Island in Texas. It was cold and rainy. And, because it was Galveston, there was nothing fun for me to do. So, I took a lot of walks by myself on the beach.

I took this photo of the Balinese Room, which was a famous historic nightclub in Galveston that people like Frank Sinatra and Bob Hope and Duke Ellington performed at.

On February 7, 2008 I moved to New York City.

Hurricane Ike hit Galveston Island in September of ’08. Galveston was underwater for awhile. And the Balinese Room was completely destroyed.

I went back (either in May ’09 or a bit earlier) to see where it stood and took this photo:

That’s where my head is right now.

With all the pieces of debris floating and decomposing all over the Gulf of Mexico.

Let’s hope the doctor takes these bandages off my hand this morning.

-craig

THE SKY’S GONE OUT! (dream)

Dear ______,

I just woke up. I had this crazy dream about small meteors hitting the earth. A bunch of them. They were destroying the earth. God started the apocalypse. He was going to save a certain few. I think, not sure.

I do know that these alien robots that looked like construction site machines began coming around and destroying the defense mechanisms us humans had built to lessen the damage caused by all the small meteors. So, blah blah blah, we had to fight back.

Fast forward.

We all (other people who survived—at least in our area of earth) were in this underground bunker or something that looked like Cloud City from "Empire Strikes Back". You and I were excited to be around each other because we'd never met in person before. And we realized we were attracted to each other.

We sorta kissed a little bit. It wasn't the best kiss. (I think you were nervous.) We both liked it, though.
But I got pulled away because I had some survivor work to go do.

Later on you found me in the bathroom washing my hands and said that you had something to tell me.
 
I asked,"What?"

Then you said, "Sometimes I brush my teeth with cocaine."

That's when my mother called me, and then I woke up.

xo,
c

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Tape Destruction!

I listed a scary sounds Halloween CD in my Etsy store. I was looking through my CDs, which I hadn't done in awhile since they were at my apartment, not at my mother's, and I saw a CD labeled "Tape Destruction 1-4". It was this thing I'd made before leaving to Portland to do my CubistLiterature (aka NAZIRECTIONS) show.

Basically the "Tape Destruction" is a whole bunch of recordings mixed together to make a sound collage. Then I learned the the tape destruction process, which involves very carefully stretching/fucking up a cassette tape's tape-thing the music's recorded on. Learning that was sort of annoying cuz I'd always break the tape and have to get a new cassette to work with.

It's really insane all the recording I used to do, you know, back before joining Etsy. I remember one weekend night when I recorded the sounds of microphone feedback. I was sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth with the mic in my hands, and then I'd just move the position of my hands over the top of the mic. All of this manipulated the amount of feedback I'd get.

I feel like I was more productive then, when I wasn't on Etsy.

Anyways, I listed that CD for five dollars.  It's meant for background music while you're passing out candy or something, but if you're like me, you'd listen to it while chilling out, sewing, and drinking  some beer.

My favorite quotes from yesterday:
1. From "The Cosby Show": "I don't have a sister, but if I did, I'm sure she'd be stupid."
2. From a telephone call with my friend Elizabeth, who said: "Oh my god, I'm going to kill our maid."

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