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January 14, 2010

What a world, what a world.

It's like 'Victory At Sea' today. Howling winds send white feathers skimming along my window into the Pacific. Seagulls chant, "Mine! Mine! Mine!", above the streets as they float and spin on the invisible gusts. Wind chimes collide in chaos, creating more of a cacophony than a symphony and I am forced to recall a moment in my childhood wherein I learned how frightening the wind can be. It sends a small shudder through me, and if it weren't for the steaming black of espresso comforting me and the twenty four pound demon-pig at my side asking for a duck flavored treat, I think I might succumb to the stress of the invisible hand rattling the cage outside. I think I might give in to the sadness that lurks at each turn of this morning. A sadness that clings to us like our shadow; always present, but one which we learn to ignore. Then are reminded of how close it lives when our neighbors to the South are shaken violently from their homes. I'm deafened by the loss of life in Haiti, and this mornings' invisible rattlings from the sky remind me how close we are to chaos, but as well nudge me back into the fluffy knowing of how lucky I am.

Good morning. I'll start again from there. Good morning! How fortunate I am today to have this coffee, this window into our world and to have this Demon-Pig, no longer at my side, but not far behind me, snorting and burrowing his Demon-Pig head into his duck flavored breakfast. Why he prefers 'Duck flavored' everything? I may never know. Maybe somewhere deep down in his little, simple mind he relates to those fuckin' Quackers. Perhaps he himself was a Duck in his last incarnation. (If such a thing were possible) Or maybe he just really enjoys the taste of duck. I'm leaning towards the reincarnated story. After all, if Mary could have been impregnated immaculately, Moses parted the Red Sea, and George W. resided in office for eight years, why couldn't it be possible for my dog (Demon-Pig) to have been a low level Disney employee in a past incarnation? Disgruntled by his unfair wages or just a plain ol' hateful sonofabitch, he reincarnated as a dog, and now has a hankerin' for all things Duck. In his little, simple, "shit where I please" mind he chomps away on his food and his treats thinking only the word, "Donald. Donald. Donald."

Where was I? Ah, yes. I am updating you, my fellow internet lurkers as to the goings on in this Observers process. Let's see, today I am signing and numbering the newest Giclees hot off the press. Two of the more poignant images from the Ectoplasm presentation last year. 'Ectoplasm' and 'The Plunge'. Both are 30x30 and they look pretty great, if I do say so myself. Five of each I shall hand embellish with paint as to individualize and further confuse. The originals are en route as we speak (?) to Park City, Utah where they will be on display for the week of the Sundance Film Festival. http://www.stanfieldfineart.com/

I am trying my hand at said occasion and am very much looking forward to it for I have yet to attend an American Film Festival. Part of me thinks it will be exactly the Los Angeles social structure, just transplanted to a different climate. But another part of me is excited that the reason all migrate there once a year is to celebrate art! As far as I am aware, the gallery I will be showing in will also feature the work of Mark Mothersbaugh and a host of other neato mosquitos. If any of you are not offended by cold weather, bad outfits and the lingering sight of 1980's ski attire, come and hang out! Look at some art, sip on some coco, (That's hot chocolate and not cocaine) freeze your tush off, slip and fall down three stairs as you exit the Starbuck's in front of Steven Spielberg and his family, pretend to have a broken leg and sit in a fake cast at the fireplace of the swankiest hotel in Park City hoping that hot chicks on their way to the slopes will notice and take pity on you maybe even giving you their number for a hot tub party later that evening, and perhaps even catching an independent film or two. Sounds delightful, right? ...

Music? Oh! Yes, of course. Music. I will just say that there is a lot of it being made and that it is sort of making me erect. I'll keep ya'll informed as things unravel in the very near future. I would apologize for my nebulous remarks on the subject herein but I just don't feel like it.

I have to go now. My coffee needs a re-heat and there's a disgruntled Disney employee reincarnated as a Demon-Pig-Dog dragging his ass on the seagrass rug. I love him and I love you.

Brandon Boyd

P.S., the Makeyourselffoundation is making a donation to the Red Cross to send help for the Haitian People. If you are so inclined, as I know many of you are, you can make a donation to help those in need right now. You can contact Jake Versluis at the foundation or just donate to your charity of choice. We are all connected after all and your compassion has never been more necessary.

P.P.S., I still don't have a Twitter or Myspace page, so I am sorry if you've been writing me and a 40 year old trust fund darling taking a break from his 40th consecutive hour of Second Life is writing you back. You can get a good idea as to how I feel about such things by watching a film a friend of mine made entitled, 'We Live In Public'. Ok, bye.