Thursday, April 06, 2006

Back on the Horse

Sitting in the Pink's Cafe. Eating those little French donuts.

"Who the heck are those people in the picture? I think I see Debbie, Rat Lujan, and Mayor Coss. I know the Governor was there but who else was invited to fake shoveling party? Thank God, at least I see one human...good old Lucky. Some of the DIGnitaries must be from that rip-off pile of lawyers called the Mistrust for Public Scams. Stupid fuckheads. I saw the Governor on TV saying that the railyard was going to be "the heart of Santa Fe" and he was there "to help." I hope won't be like the help he gave to the so-called 'Year of the Child" ... his veto of State money for Santa Fe schools is killing the District. The Railyard, the Lensic, Church property, the Convention Center ... I think Santa Fe is taking the a lovely Baghdad approach to downtown redevelopment." Cove's rants at the morning table over coffee are just the worst.

Cris turned to everyone and asked about the planned use of the ugly "cage-o-river rock" walls for the railyard public park. Cove just continued.

"Yes the fortifications are going fuckin' forward Cris without an H. The landscape designers also work for Homeland Security. Baghdad was their last design assignment. They did a beautiful job of similar cage-o-river rock in the Green Zone."

I think Frankie agreed with Cove about the Fat Bill part of the story, but Frankie wondered out loud "I thought you and the Governor were friends?"

Cove said nothing but Santiago did..."Whine whine whine."

'Santigo, please, not this morning' most people there seemed to project. But sure enough Santiago Filamino did his "WE locals" and "US locals" and stupid fucking "go back to Baltimore" rap. Fucking Baltimore?
"Fuck you Santiago." Cove is so cute when he's all worked up.

Sunday, April 02, 2006

We Devour Our Young

The world changed. Fat Bill and Me lives on. Governor Bill Richardson owes me a letter but I'm not really worried about it. I think he's a man of his word.

Having spiritually won the last election I have been artistically energized. Actively working for the my proposed museum of marbling; the establishment the "Richardson Collection of Marbled Papers"; while trying to create the International Marblers' Hall of Fame all tied to the "Fifth International Marblers' Gathering: 2008" (Marbles V: The Victory Tour). Plus I've been painting and sculpting.

Alexis America and Cove marble together in Maui.

Jack and I entered the poster contest for the City of Santa Fe. Neither of which were chosen as winner but it is cool to be hanging in the halls of City Hall. By "hanging" I mean my art of course.

Last week in front of the New Mexican was fun but I've got to make a living. Those stupid fuckers aren't worth the effort. Coss came to talk with Lisa Law. Bomb considering he's Mayor. The thing about the New Mexican is that the old fart paper is killing its offspring, the Hence the title of this post.

P.S. My heart belongs to Laura Banish. You know, it is really hard to express (except by loss of breath), respect, and hope. But I think she does express that combo. And I love you also Ben.