happening | silent noise

Hey I got three photos (below) showing at Allie's art auction, along with works by Chris Barreto, Joe Brittain, Patrick Buckley, Cameron Dailey, Blair Fethers, Harry Gold, Mr. Means, Rachel Meuler, Meaghan Montagano, Lindsay Mound, Kymia Nawabi, Kramer O'Neill, Caroline Pham, Austin Power, Michael Reynolds & Curt Goodwin, Cynthia Rojas, Annie Simeone, Francesca Tallone, Jody Ung and Pete Watts. Everything's around $50. Wanna come?


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keeper of a thousand blogs.

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sunny got a new bag.

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introducing | dr. noah arnold

within hours of the death of our family dog, noah was certified a veterinarian and no other dog or animal would die, ever again. that happened saturday. when he was around four, noah discovered what he called a nest of cats in the neighbors' bushes and brought one home to be our mink. later there was grey, another scavenged cat, dogs mitzi and zoe on his bar mitzvah morning and fifteenth birthday, and mosey, patrick and molly after them. between those full-size family pets came more newts, turtles, mice, snakes and fish than any one kid could really want for. that nearly all of them died of starvation should not salt your faith in noah's technique or medicines. he was a young babe in a busy world and had not yet squared his shoulders, or baptized them in cow ass. he hadn't maxed out his memory on anatomy or retaken cardiology either, nor sailed the northwest passage on a car ferry, passing his husky off as a seeing-eye dog, to spend a summer repairing alaskan bald eagle wing ligaments with fishing line on the sawdust floor of the local doc's garage. he hadn't even found out that cats didn't hatch out of eggs.

as is our family tradition, noah was an idiot in school (again, youngblood/busytown) but brimming with talent and unrealized potential. of course our mother knew it all along and would teach us to envy each other with such classic sayings as "daniel is good at writing and languages but noah is much better at math and science." we unlearned all that over time, but i still harbor fantasies of coming home for thanksgiving and announcing that, while nobody was looking, i have quietly become a pediatrician. i imagine that noah has similar designs on having written the great american novel. the unbridgeably vast difference between these two fantasies is that noah, having survived four years of unimaginable obstacles and literal tortures, has actually quietly become a veterinarian. he actually knows how to cure what ails a spectrum of species that don't speak his language. wonder boy. and i? i do spongebob squarepants slogans, forty-five characters at a time, and write myself into other people's achievements on this free blog here. go noah. welcome to your life.

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r.i.p. | zoe

though my father called her zoey.

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look | annie simeone

it is a wonder that after all these years of friendship with someone so innovatively odd as annie simeone, that i've have hardly ever gotten around to telling you much about her. my mistake. know first that she is comfortable (both socially and physically) to such an extreme that to invite annie into your home is to mistake your home for annie's. do you know what i mean? i mean that she feels more relaxed on your couch than you do. if this strikes you as a negative quality, it is time that you tried yoga/marijuana. if it strikes you as positive then hey, you are great.

second thing to know's that annie is a secret cellist/sculptor with disembodied sweater arms for ratty gloves and art ideas in her dreams. technically that is four things. one time she dreamed that all her today-friends were black & white and walking around in her high school yearbook photos. The next day she bought a camera and started studying stop-motion. another time she made a gravestone for oliver stone's son, which was another kind of dream come true. you get the idea.

most recently annie has created a thing that is wood with calligraphy and braille on it, and shellac. this art thing was born as a birthday present for her man adam loeb, a white guy whose personality is heavily rhyme and repetition-based. one time while visiting and trying to decide which of my clothes to wear out on the town, adam said the following to annie from the other room: "help me. help me. help me. help me. help me. help me. help me. help me. help me. help me. help me. help me. help me. help me. help me. help me. help me. help me. help me. help me. help me. help me."

annie found a square wood that was old and she painted adam's nickname, MAYOR, in fancy calligraphy letters across it. next she learned how "help me" was spelled in braille and she hammered it into the wood a handful of times. annie put the nailed wood in her yard to get rained on and mud and snow came too. it got aged. that is when she applied resin and named it art. boom. happy birthday. when roger the artist-neighbor-friend saw this item resting in the home, he commanded annie to make 15 more and show them at rockland county's gaga arts festival, held at a creekside civil war era textile mill. well she obeyed and we all went out to see it and sure enough, it was art and the people bought it up. that was last weekend.

annie is a blonde-haired person who works in the art department for the movies. get the whole scoop from her blog called tall green bottles. leave a comment along the lines of "i love this art" there.

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