Trash Shadows

My new friend Scott is helping with the {RE}gifter after show and shared a link of Tim Nobel and Sue Webster's art. If you know how or can figure out how to do this I need you to get a hold of me. STAT.






BTW, a handful of artists showed up last night to our first gathering. A group of high school kids came. It was hilarious. They made a rudolph with a watering can head who broke his back flying and had to use a walker. We're going to meet again this Thursday. Spread the word. You wouldn't believe how fun it is to play with trash. I might regret having Rumpke dump a half truck of recycling back there. It was a lot sloppier than I expected. A LOT more. I am now the owner of a hot pile of mess. Pete, the director of Student Ministries, came out yesterday when the dump truck was beeping in reverse and said, "What are you doing?!" I told him I wasn't sure. He wasn't sure about that answer. Good times.

Most Important Meal of the Day

I have a question. Say you wake up and you're out of dog food. What would you put into your dog's bowl to break her fast? I chose Honey Bunches this morning and Leah reacted like I fed her rubber bands. She said she would've given her turkey. In my mind HB of O seemed to mimic dog food closer than anything else in our cupboards. Miss Jackson was confused but she ate them. I considered dry pasta. That seemed gross. I seriously want to know what you would've done in my position this morning.

Kids, man.

Kids are bananas. They say stuff. Crazy stuff. Stuff that floors me. My brother and sister-in-law have been sending me the highlight interactions of their day. They're middle school teachers. Middle schoolers say things like, "Ummm, Mrs. Wiiiiiise, it's my uncle's birthday tonight. He's 18, but we are gonna celebrate like he's 16."

Toddlers, like Coop here on the right, say things like, "I don't like carrots.....but I love to dance." If any of you are searching for a book title, Coop just hooked you up. As a writer, I will work that line into something somewhere someday. Call it a vow.

Somebody should make a show where kids say stuff. Darndest type stuff. Stuff that deserves a Jello Pop.

Location location location

So we've assembled a "film crew" for our upcoming Christmas Experience currently titled: The {RE} gifter. It's an interactive film followed by an interactive sculpture exhibit. I think we have over 50 volunteers so far just on the film side of things. I went out with part of the core team today to check out our shoot locations. Our location scout, Donna Hern did a fantastic job. She found killer spots that require little to no set dressing and they're all located in Norwood. The absolute best spot she found was the house pictured below. We needed a creepy looking garage and Donna found us a creepy garage. The only problem is we don't have permission. The owner doesn't live there and Donna is kind of sure she'll say no. So the old Brad would've said, "We're going guerilla. Only wieners need permission." I would've told the crew to wear sneakers and carb up in case we decide to go for a spontaneous run (away). But the new Brad, strangely enough, had visions of the Norwood police showing up and hauling us all off to Norwood's jail full of Norwood people. Yikes. I imagined my volunteer crew staring at me with their big, sad eyes as a moustachioed cop gave me the ole what for and new bracelets.

So today, in a moment of mature leadership, I decided that we'd go legit with this one. I will pick up the phone and explain to this absent owner that I want her creepy garage to star in my film. I will offer her baked goods. Then furs. Then money. And if that doesn't work then perhaps the guerilla option will find its way back onto the table. I'll have the costume folks arrange matching sneakers.

Attention Artistas

Attention local artistas. If you have the creative ability take random junk and make beautiful things like this then I'd like you to know about an upcoming gathering of people like you. This coming week I'm getting a dump truck(s) full of recycling and hand-picked junk from Rumpke delivered to vcc. I’m inviting you to come turn this junk into something beautiful. Come any time between 5:30-8pm on Thurs. the 13th to the warehouse section behind the STUDENT UNION. Just drive your car around to the backside of the building. We’ll probably have a few of these gatherings so if you can’t make the first one please email me at wise@vineyardcincinnati.com

You're wondering why. I can sense it. It's for our upcoming Christmas show called The {RE}gifter. I need a couple hundred artists to help me pull off something amazing.

Terror Alert

Add these two carnivores to your terrorist watch list. Code: Red Tide. They're angry and agile. But only in water. They're awkward and loaf-like on land. So, if you're holding armfuls of fish or guitar hero cheat codes drop them and find a forest. Or helicopter. Their bark is as loud as their bite.

A Few Thousand Words from the Northside

There's much I could say about this first image. I took these on a bike ride to Cincinnat's Northside. I am compelled to just let the pixels do the talking. But will say one thing. At this abandoned lot/field there was this feeling that hope might be breaking out or maybe breaking thru in unfamiliar territory. Perhaps people are walking by this lot today with a new giddyup in their step thinking, Yes we can.

Night Fever

VanDammit, this guy can dance. Send him through this groove gauntlet and watch as he works the same move to perfection for every song. He's like a confident pastry chef who knows he makes a good lemon meringue so regardless of the setting he's making meringue. And it's delicious. E'rey time.


SeeqPod - Playable Search


And who says disco is dead?

Batman vs. Shark

Holy sardines.

Captions

Two decades ago I would've sold everything to follow this guy. He could've been that super cool exchange student who came over and changed everything at Krout Elementary. We would've stopped playing mindless games like football and more football and started skateboarding and listening to music that was popular in America eight years earlier.


This swimmin' terrorist is on my watch list. Level orange.


Am I nuts or does the guy in the left corner look like Tom "the yo yo man" Smothers' asian twin?


This photo makes me feel very uneasy. Like any minute something terrible is going to happen. Like these puppies are going to melt into a mochachino or get mauled by a soggy tiger. They're just waaaaaaay too cute to just sit there and continue with their oppressive cuteness. It's like the opening scene of a horror movie that can't afford actors. Some form of ruination is about to befall these poor pups.


It's a door, Jackass. Open it.


The universe can sleep tonight. The peace agreement we've all been waiting for has been reached. Space travel can resume. Cue Stevie Wonder song.