"Television" (Tweed Museum)
I wish that I was television. Then I could be the cannibal of the culture (hmmm- tastes kind of like chicken). Who actually needs local news? We need to reach out to the ambiguity-deprived. Actually, I'd like to invite you all over to my house- and then, when I saw you coming up the walk, I'd yell out the window, "HEY! Get the hell outta my yard!!"
Song of a Baby
Stone in the Pond
Sitting Around Waiting for the Next Big Bang
from Make Magazine