Photos

Okay, I've put some phone photos up on the old website here.

Speaking of sleep deprivation

Aaron, who foolishly agreed to write some text for this catalogue, was given a ridiculously tight deadline and low wordcount but has come up with the goods. My favourite line is 'The skeleton-guy's time in the studio is not always productive, wiled away smoking and taking breaks.'

Well, you know, paint it like it is.

Peter Robinson opening

I went to a Peter Robinson opening at Peter McLeavey's last night. The show's recent sculpture - two large polyurethane shapes (one in each room), each with an eyeball and a smoke. The larger one is shaped like a turd (or hotdog) going through a doughnut, the smaller like a cross between a Guston bean-head and some bollocks. I took some sneaky photos with my phone, and I might stick them up on the old website if I get a chance. (I've been thinking of adding a photo gallery type thing to the rather boring as it stands Bio page anyway.)

All the wankers were out in force, which was kind of funny to watch. It got pretty full at one stage. This made fighting your way through the crowd to get another beer a pain in the ass. I nearly took out one of the smokes with my arm as I brushed past. Luckily it seemed okay. Breaking the $27,000 sculpture would've been a bit of a bummer.

Punctuation game

Now, it's time for the RandomURL steal - the Eats, Shoots and Leaves punctuation game.

Many Worlds Interpretation bollocks

The Many Worlds Interpretation of quantum mechanics seems to've been disproved.

(Nicked from ... you guessed it ... BoingBoing.)

In the immortal words of Edmund Hilary...

I've knocked the bastard off. Oh happy day.

Oh yeah

It looks as if I might be in another group show - a show called Fresh Brew at the Mahara Gallery in Waikanae, opening on 8 May. It'll be Te Kooti/colonisation stuff, which'd mean I'd have both my earliest and my latest stuff on show at the same time.

Almost done

I've almost got this index nailed - just got a few loose ends to tie up tomorrow morning before sending it on its merry way.

Staying up late guzzling coffee on Saturday night was a really bad idea. I had weird indexing dreams that night and felt like crap all the next day. It didn't use to be that way. When I was young and stupid I'd stay up most of the night on a fairly regular basis.

I also did all sorts of sleep deprivation experiments. One time I managed about five days without sleep (and went pretty nuts into the bargain). I tried sleeping for one hour after every four once. After about a week of that, things got seriously weird once again.

Pathetic

I've had the same email address for about seven or eight years now and have been indiscrete enough to leave it on various websites round the place. This means I get bucketloads of spam. Just now I got this:

'Sir or Madam:

'Thank you for your mor tg age application, which we received yesterday.
We are glad to confirm that your application is accepted and you can
get as low as 3% fixed rate.

'Could we ask you to please fill out final details we need to complete
you here [a link I didn't go to so can't provide].

'We look forward to hearing from you.

'Yours sincerely,
Ronald Mims
Mor tg age Broker Association.'

(Yes, those spaces are in the original.) A pathetic effort. You'll have do do a whole lot better than that Mr Mims.

Okay, now I'm freaking out

I've got to have this index done by Monday or Tuesday, and I've probably still got a decent 20 hours or so of work to go on it (so what am I doing messing around on my blog?). Yep, it's half twelve at night, and I'm drinking another cup of coffee and plugging away.