Blue Turning Gray

Mount St. Helens erupted 28 years ago yesterday. I was nine at the time so I guess I didn't totally understand the magnitude of it, but I remember we got sent home from school early, and I remember hearing from my cousins that Aberdeen was covered in ash. My grandpa's cattle were also dusted over in Ellensburg—the ash blowing everywhere affected the entire Northwest. I saved a little vial of the stuff, I'm sure it's around here somewhere.

These black and white photos are by Frank Gohlke, and are collected in his excellent book Mount St. Helens, published by the Museum of Modern Art on the occasion of his exhibition at the museum in 2005.

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah Blue Turning Gray MP3

Not long after Mount St. Helens erupted we got two kittens. Our first cat, Mama Kitty, had just died at the age of 19. To this day she still shares the title of Best Cat Ever with Betty Whiskers and Mr. Littlejeans. She was much older than us—my mom had gotten her some time in the sixties—and it always seemed like she was taking care of us. In this picture, taken a few years earlier, my brother returns the favor:

And here are the kittens. My brother and I named the gray one Toutle—after the color of the Toutle River, which they kept showing on the news, filled with ash from Mount St. Helens.

Raise the Roof

Mini burgers, beers, green jell-o and good times for all on a mostly sunny Saturday at Anna's house for Janice and Lisa's Birthdays.
More pictures on my Flickr page

The Sporting Life, part two

At the Preakness, Big Brown pulls off another impressive victory—one more to go for the triple crown. On to Belmont!

The Sporting Life, part one

Bright and early Saturday morning at Floyd for the FA Cup finals (Portsmouth-1 Cardiff-0), and then next door at Chipshop for full English.

The Great Curve

David Byrne has a good piece on The New York Times op-ed page today—a remembrance of his friend Robert Rauschenberg, who died this week at age 82: "His openness and way of seeing was contagious and inspired others in their own work — not to imitate and make pseudo-Rauschenbergs, but to see the whole world as a work of art." Musically I'm a David Byrne fan more in theory than in practice, but I have a lot of respect for his overall aesthetic and way of thinking about design and the world. It probably comes as no surprise that I am a huge fan of Rauschenberg, and this is a nice send-off. Read the rest at nytimes.com and check out David Byrne's website here.

CAMERA OBSCURA.

I'm so bummed, it seems the flash on our camera is broken again. I just had it fixed in January. This proves again that digital technology totally blows. Richard Avedon dragged his Leica through the mud and paddies of Nam but if you so much as poke a digital camera in the wrong place, it just shuts down. Anyway it's going back in the shop asap and the ol' Pacific Standard will be new-photo-free for God knows how long. Here's the last picture I took, of our good buddies Jason and Aoife, at the Cherry Tavern for Jason's birthday party. Happy birthday lil' buddy.

Curiouser and Curiouser

It wasn't even very long ago that I posted about The Stranger's In/Visible podcasts, and now I'm doing it again. Still, this one is really good: art critic Jen Graves talks to artist Dario Robleto about his exhibition at Seattle's Charles and Emma Frye Free Public Art Museum, symbolically re-constructing the interesting but seemingly pretty sad life of Emma Frye. The show sounds amazing but Robleto's various digressions (sampling, The Smiths, fandom, the magic of realism), though they take a little patience, are what make the the podcast worthwhile.

Click here to check it out.

Living Free or Dying

My brother just got back from a trip to New Hampshire. He and a bunch of other firefighters hiked up a mountain (6000+ vertical feet) and skied some chutes at the top. Looks pretty nice—here are some pictures.

Respect the Architect

Tom Kundig, of the Seattle architecture firm Olson Sundberg Kundig Allen, has won a Cooper-Hewitt National Design Award for architecture. I first became aware of his work a few years ago when The New York Times Magazine featured the Delta Shelter (pictured above, in Mazama, Washington), The Brain (below, in Seattle), and the Ridge House (bottom, in Eastern Washington).

Sometimes artists and architects in the Northwest are so overwhelmed by the beauty of the natural surroundings that elements of nature are included in their work in a far too obvious way. But while Kundig uses materials and shapes that respect their locations, and is clearly influenced by Northwest masters such as Roland Terry, he's not held back by these references—and in fact he uses them as springboards for all kinds of genuine innovation.


Click here to see more of his work.

Say What You Mean

This was the first record I picked up at the flea market yesterday, and I think we can all agree, it's creepy as hell. (Literally as creepy as hell.) They're just coming right out with it, aren't they? It's like "see you when we're dead" but they're all smiles. The music is awful but I had to buy it for the cover.

Same goes for this—had to have it for the cover and the album title—but the music is great too.

The rest were $1 or $2 each, nothing to shout about but some good disco and mild psyche. The big score of the day was probably The Hot Dogs' Say What You Mean, a side project of Terry Manning that came out on Ardent, a division of Stax, in 1973 (click to enlarge the photo above, and you can see it in the middle of the top row). Manning was a prolific engineer, handling the boards for such minor artists as Isaac Hayes, Led Zeppelin, Albert King, and David Porter. I found his first record Home Sweet Home several years ago at the Orcas Island sanitation department's pay-what-you-think-is-fair thrift store, and am still blown away every time I listen to it.

Terry Manning Savoy Truffle mp3

Home Sweet Home was re-mastered and re-issued a few years ago with an additional track, "One After 909," also a Beatles cover. The story goes that Manning, being on the inside, got hold of a demo version of the song and recorded his bugged-out psychedelic take on it before the Beatles' version came out on Let It Be.

Check for Home Sweet Home at your local record store or order it from amazon.com.

Pay What You Wish

Emily and I finally made it up to the Whitney last night, so at long last, I am happy to announce the winners of the coveted Strath's Choice Awards for Best Artists of the 2008 Whitney Biennial. To keep things pure there will be no prizes and no award dinner this year and criteria for judging will be known only to the judge. Without further fanfare, here are the winners.

1. Mika Tajima/New Humans for their sculpture and video piece with Vito Acconci and C. Spencer Yeh (who has a new record out as Burning Star Core). I don't really know what to say about it other than that it's an all-encompassing audio/visual/environmental experience that is kind of aggressive-feeling and beautiful all at once. Get more info at newhumansnyc.com.

2. Matthew Brannon (who is originally from Idaho...represent represent), for his letterpressed and screen-printed works that to me recall an early-sixties graphic language mixed with a feeling of isolation or weirdness between individuals? I don't know. It reminded me of Holden Caulfield-era New York.

3. Mika Rottenburg for her video/sculpture piece Cheese.


4. Charles Long for Poem of the River (2005), a collection of detritus collected from the LA river, covered in plaster and shaped into sculptures that emulate the giant great blue heron and white egret droppings he photographed there. Watch this video.

5. Carol Bove for her sculpture The Night Sky over New York, October 21, 2007, 9PM. The hanging bronze rods aligned with the stars over New York at the exact time in the title of the piece.

Congratulations to all the winners.
Sorry, losers, but there's always next time.

The 2008 Whitney Biennial is up through June 1st so high-tail it over there pretty soon if you haven't seen it yet. Check out this video by the curators for an overview:

Now You're Swimming

Did you know that Miranda July's No One Belongs Here More Than You is now available as an audio book? We have a couple big roadtrips planned for later this year so I'm definitely snapping this up. You can too, at amazon.com, or wherever you, uh, buy your audiobooks (hey, first time for everything).

Also: Listen to an interview with Miranda July on KCRW's Bookworm.

And: Here's a short interview I did with her for V magazine in December 2006, just before the book came out:

5 Questions for Miranda July

1. What are you working on right now? My next screenplay and a related performance that I will do at The Kitchen in early March. Also a book version of my website learningtoloveyoumore.com. And soon I will begin promoting my book of short stories that comes out in the spring.

2. What has been inspiring you lately? Dave Eggers' new book, What is the What and the new album by The Blow, Paper Television.

3. Who are your heroes? There are many, but last night I re-watched An Angel At My Table, Jane Campion's movie about the New Zealand writer Janet Frame. I hadn't see it for years and realized that I had really really identified with this story when the movie first came out, despite my life being totally different from Janet Frame's life. My heroes are always people who find a way to tell their story, against all odds.

4. Describe your aesthetic. The best is to wear/ make something that is almost not working, but somehow pull it off. To walk that line.

5. What's your favorite way to keep warm this winter? [give me a break, it's a fashion magazine -ps] Well, I am going to some truly cold places this winter, so I broke down and bought a bunch of hi-tech stuff. Stuff that is not really my style. But I am into it because I am really over being cold.

More info, including an endorsement of Barack Obama, and voting in general, may be found at mirandajuly.com.

TV Party

My old buddy Mike Sacks has a new blog wherein he posts photographs of the television, proving time and again that a picture is worth a thousand words.


Check it out at mikesacks.com, and while you're there, have a look at some of his humorous and informative writing for publications such as Vanity Fair, GQ, Esquire, McSweeney's, and The New Yorker.

Creative Control

Joe Newton, who some of you know as the drummer from Gas Huffer, or as former art director at The Stranger and Rolling Stone, or as the guy who does all the illustrations for Dan Savage's syndicated sex advice column Savage Love, or as just an all around good-timey dude, is now over at Veer, heading up their illustration department. Yesterday he sent me a link to a new animated film, The Control Master, which Veer put together with Run Wrake, a London-based animator and illustrator. The entire thing is assembled from Charles S. Anderson (CSA) images—and when you see it you can only imagine how much time went into making that work as smashingly as it does. Check it out at ideas.veer.com/features/controlmaster

And just for old times:

Cave Tours

Listen while you read:
The Cave Singers Seeds of Night mp3 (thank you Matador)

I was instantly hooked on the Cave Singers when I heard them last year on KEXP, courtesy of guest selector Cherry Canoe (aka Kerri Harrop, from whom I have learned about 900,000 other interesting things, via her phenomenal blog General Bonkers). The Cave Singers are three dudes, formerly of other good bands such as Murder City Devils, Pretty Girls Make Graves, and Hint Hint, who play a unique brand of rock-and-roll that is actually best described as music you might expect to hear in a cave in the middle of Kentucky, or the North Cascades, for that matter. They played last night at Union Hall, one of my favorite venues, and it was cool to see them in such a small place—a cave-like place, if you will.


The Cave Singers' debut album Invitation Songs is out now, and they're touring up a storm. I highly recommend checking them out.

Also: cavesinging.blogspot.com

And They're Off

My good buddy Susan has a Kentucky Derby party every year at her apartment in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Her family is obsessed with the ponies and she has a complete set of Derby glasses to prove it. Susan's a great hostess and it's always super fun times. The pictures above are completely blurry because for whatever reason I didn't want to disturb this groove by using a flash all over the place. The blurry view is kind of what we were all seeing anyway, several juleps in. Consider it reality-blogging.

The race was actually one of the less spectacular of recent years, and tragedy struck when the lone filly had to be euthanized immediately after breaking both front ankles. Still, I'm excited to see how Big Brown does in the Preakness—he's all anticipation and dreams right now, with the chance to join Seattle Slew as the only undefeated horse to win it all. I don't know that much about horse racing but the hope for the Triple Crown has become for me a measurable part of what makes late spring a great time of year.

There are a couple things I always like to review when Derby Time rolls around every year. One is this book by a dude I used to know name John Jeremiah Sullivan—Blood Horses: Notes of a Sportswriter's Son. Sullivan moved back down south a few years ago and regrettably we all fell out of touch. He had been an editor at Harper's and the book sprang from an award-winning piece he wrote for the October 2002 issue—Horseman, Pass By: Glory, Grief, and the Race for the Triple Crown. Here's an excerpt, from his experience at the Kentucky Derby:

Ivana Trump is here, too, in a tasteful feathered hat. A heavyset frat-looking guy in a white T-shirt and a white cap is screaming at Ivana, and people actually quiet down to enable him. "Ivana!" he bellows. She goes on chatting. "I-V-A-N-A! We love you, Ivana!" She keeps her back to him, but it is clear to all that she is now consciously keeping her back to him, which is fun to see. He has pierced the veil. Emboldened, he switches to Puffy, who now goes by P. Diddy. "P. Daddy! P. Daddy!" he cries. A woman walks up and starts giving him a good slap on the back every time he lets loose with one of his wild namings. I hear her refer to him, in conversation with another bystander, as "my son."

The behavior of this lunatic and his dam raises a question about the people inside the paddock, which is, What kind of person would voluntarily endure what is essentially a foodless outdoor cocktail party of strangers in heavy sun, in a concentration-camp-style enclosure, wearing outlandish clothes and trying to appear relaxed while being gawked at and openly insulted by hundreds if not thousands of drunken hill people? It is sad to be reminded, once again, that all this horse racing business is about the rich, for the rich are hideous. There is nothing they cannot ruin. And, of course, if there is one other thing that horse racing is all about, it is people who do not have money to lose—the bettors—losing it.

So it is beautiful when the horses themselves appear, in their ignorance and their majesty, and assert their presence amid all this crappiness. "Oh Horse, Horse, Horse," wrote D.H. Lawrence in a letter, "when you kick your heels you shatter an enclosure every time," and now I know just what he means. Only those with souls most thoroughly hollowed out by fame fail to turn and watch the three-year-olds when they take their slow lap around the paddock. And the jockeys! Who could not love a sport with its own paid battalion of wee men, their bright, gay silks, their young faces, their ambiguous quasi-midgetry. We have had to evolve a special race of human beings, when you think about it, so that the thoroughbreds may have riders.

You can buy Blood Horses here or at your local bookstore. No matter if you're into horse racing or not, it's a thoroughly enjoyable read.

The other thing I like to revisit at this time of year is a recording I made of the 2004 Preakness Stakes. Having won the Kentucky Derby, Smarty Jones more than delivers on all the excitement and anticipation with a massive win at Pimlico. Of course, we know now that he was not able to close at Belmont—but every time I listen to this, the excitement and the feeling of hope still gives me chills.

The 129th Preakness Stakes mp3

Mark your calendar: The Preakness is May 17th. Here's hoping that Big Brown pulls it off.

The Fairest of the Seasons

I'd been looking for this record forever and had never seen it for less than $40. Yesterday at the Fort Greene flea market I was lucky enough to find a clean copy for a pittance ($11). The weather turned from foggy to sunny and warm after I found it. Coincidence? Don't think so.

The back cover of The Smiths' final album is cool too—yet another reason to buy records. Once or twice a week when I was in high school I would walk over to Rubato Records and look through used vinyl and tapes before taking the bus or walking home through what seemed like ground zero for everything crummy in the world: Bellevue, Washington. The guys who worked at Rubato were several years older than me, and as far as I was concerned, they knew everything there was to know. I learned a lot of stuff about music just from eavesdropping and occasionally getting up the nerve to ask them some extremely calculated question. Anyway, I bought this on cassette from Rubato but never had the record.

I picked up a couple other random things, including the Triumvirat record that I have been looking for since Chad hipped me to it, and Fonda Rae's "Over Like a Fat Rat." All in all nothing to get too worked up about, but the Nico record made it feel like a huge success.

Nico These Days mp3

Photo Sharing

Doing research for another project recently I realized that there is a fairly extensive website for one of my favorite photographers, Jeanloup Sieff (Paris, 1933–2000). Sieff was most active in the mid-sixties, shooting for Harper's Bazaar, Vogue and other fashion magazines. I particularly love his outdoor fashion and portrait shots. The images above (click to enlarge) are from the site and from this 1968 book I found at the ICP book sale several months ago (a steal at $5, even if the pages are a little yellow). Taschen produced a much larger book a few years ago and you can buy it on sale here.

Check out the Jeanloup Sieff website at jeanloupsieff.com.

Sneaking Through the Trees

As Chad mentioned yesterday, our good buddy J. Ralph Phillips just launched his new website. I talked about some of his dioramas before and now you can check out his equally captivating illustrations and music. Click here.

The Kid is Hot Tonight

Just a Friendly Game of Baseball

The day started as almost all of my good days in New York City start: with a walk over the Manhattan bridge. It's not that the Manhattan bridge is that great or anything, it's just that a journey over a fairly wide river has a way of clearing your head and making things seem a little more epic than they normally would. In this photo you can see a bunch of things: the Brooklyn bridge, obviously; a structure being built up next to it for Olafur Eliasson's forthcoming waterfall installation; a water taxi; the Staten Island ferry in the background; the Statue of Liberty. It's all run-of-the-the-mill but sometimes I look at these things and think: wow, there's a lot going on in New York harbor.

We met at the Shark bar, at Spring and Mulberry. I know I sound like a broken record about this but the taps are extremely clean at all times and you know what you're getting. It opens very early, so it was the go-to choice for meeting at 11am before a 1pm Mets game.

On the way to the subway to head out to Queens we ran into my friend the photographer Ben Pogue. Ben has shot all kinds of stuff for Uniqlo, The New York Times, V, and other magazines. It's not easy to find a great still life photographer and he is truly talented.

When we got to Shea Stadium we discovered that we had absolutely amazing seats, courtesy of the FDNY. Firefighters do not make much money in New York, but there are little perks here and there that help make up for it.

This guy was sitting up behind us. He had been on the job for 30 years or so and retired.

We enjoyed some delicious wienies and beers.

It was a trainwreck of a game—the Mets lost to Pittsburgh 1-13. Truthfully, I couldn't care less. I'm not a baseball fan, never have been. My parents are artists. I played some other sports here and there and pretty badly, but I never played baseball on a team and I never so much as played catch as a kid. Still, the experience of going to a game in the middle of the day was pretty frigging fun.

The Ghost In You

I believe I mentioned before that Pacific Standard and its way-better half have the esteemed privelige privilige privilege of being copy editors at the best zine on the planet. Now you too can attempt to be associated with Wooooo by submitting your best t-shirt design incorporating the signature penis-ghost logo in The (first annual?) Great Wooooo T-Shirt Competition.

Go here to see some of the entries so far, like the one above from Stephens of Stephens & Bower acclaim (apparently cats may be substituted for the Wooooo logo—makes sense to us). While you're over there, scroll through one of the most hilarious and engrossing blogs around.

Official rules and entry details are below this photo:


The Great Wooooo Design a T-shirt for us and we’ll give you nothing save the knowledge that you won The Great Wooooo T-Shirt Competition Competition officially copy-edited Official Rules:
When we flippantly announced "The Great Wooooo Magazine T-Shirt Competition" we failed to mention a few regulations.
Regulation one: Designs should be one color.
Regulation two: Whatever you come up with should be printable on one side of the T. Don’t get all tricky on us.
We already know you're smart—you read Wooooo.
Regulation three: Your design should somehow incorporate the Wooooo Logo: THE GHOST WHAT HAS A COCK.
That’s the regulations then.
As far as deadlines go, let's say…in a month?
Cool.

Send your entries to info[at]wooooomag.com

The first drive-in movie I ever saw.

In Flux

Emily and I went to the Chelsea galleries Saturday afternoon.
Mattia Biagi Rose Like a Phoenix from the Ashes at Anna Kustera

Jonas Mekas Warhol Series #1 from my favorite show of the day, From Fluxus to Media Art, at Maya Stendhal Gallery

24th Street

Also memorable: Gregory Crewdson at Luhring Augustine, Henry Darger at Andrew Edlin, Rodney Graham at 303 Gallery (mainly for the gigantic photo in the front room, which you can see on their website), and Marvin E. Newman at Silverstein Photography. Not a comprehensive sweep of the galleries but a few inspiring shows. Always a fun day to spend Saturday afternoon.

Come Rain or Come Shine

Despite the crummy weather Sunday morning, this weekend's flea market was the best yet—it's getting much junkier and there's a ton of weird old trinkets and stuff to look at. My brother got some really cool brahma bull-shaped salt and pepper shakers for $10 and I got some records. Also picked up this book as a little gift for my friend Gina, who just got engaged: