Is"is"is?

deow deow deow...deow douw douw!!!

2008-07-29T19:50:00.001-04:00

The whereabouts of this here location will soon be re-located to the anti grav blog in venter by Art Dispenser

Why did it smell like bong water...

2008-07-18T18:05:00.003-04:00

when I was riding down the street this morning?

Pictures of the Tetradecagon next week.

-aL

tetradecadome

2008-07-17T19:16:00.004-04:00

Today I calculated that the interior degree angle for a perfect tetradecagon is 154.28571 degrees. I did the same calculation the other day and it came out the same. I guess that is the beauty of Mathematics. When I laid out the templates at roughly 154 degrees it made a fairly accurate tetradecagon which is fine because this particular project allows a certain margin of error. I will be as accurate as possible anyways because It will look better but if anybody puts a ruler to it they will see that close enough is good enough.

Rock on Rocky Balboa!

Holy Christ almighty indeed.

2008-07-16T11:13:00.004-04:00

I haven't done anything with this dusty old blog in ages. It literally slipped from my brainium cranium and there have been many lifestyle changes going on with me since.

We will see if I decide to keep up some sort of continuation of this or not.

-aL

f-ckin finally!

2007-10-07T20:22:00.000-04:00

my salt -n- pepa album was a big hit on the subway today

2007-06-26T17:57:00.000-04:00

you know its hard to read a book and hold a record on the train at the same time and as I was shuffling about i noticed a women sitting there craning her neck trying to get a good look at the record. so i let her see it and i held it out. she thanked me and i told her "i am gonna have fun with this record when i get home." and she was like "oh yeah?" and I said "this takes be back to to my roller skating days" and she was like "yeah? was that a long time ago?" and I was like "oh yeah, a very long time ago"and we arrived at the next stop. i found a less crowded area on the train and by 14th street I had a seat and the person sitting next to was trying to get a glimpse at my awesome salt -n- pepa record but this time i didn't say anything.

Yeah I said it!!!my roller skating days?!?!?!

So what?

life is so good

2007-06-12T10:56:00.000-04:00

and its been so long since i've been here and I am bearing witness to some sovereign states of foreign country diplomacies and so I started writing for a printed publication and now I am the editor. http://www.dumbopaneling.com/

but Leo Kelbs that site is never updated but maybe i should start posting my stories here. oh you know what I'll just do that now heres a story where I go mad and search for answers from god:

Local man confused by everything.

by Arnheim Liebermann

It all started with a bad dream. Everything was fine until one night I had a nightmare that they made a sequel to the 1988 masterpiece "Cocktail" where Tom Cruise plays the lead role as Brian Flanagan, a competitive flare bartender. In "Cocktail 2" the lead role was played by none other than the illustrious Will Ferrell. I knew it was only a matter of time when this movie would be made and I was scared.

All of a sudden I found myself in line at the movies and there were crowds of Will Ferrell fans jabbering loudly about how excited they were to see this movie. I looked at the ticket in my hand where "Cocktail 2" was stamped in blocky text. Standing in front of the movie poster I saw pink neon letters that spelled out "Cocktail 2" in cursive above a giant image of Will Farrell in a blue silk shirt with his chest hair exposed and feathered to perfection. A thick shiny helmet of gelled slickness sat on top of his head as he made the most awful pornstar smile that almost looked like a painful grimace from a man who had a eight man crew of worker elves lodged up his ass. For a moment there I freaked out as I thought he was actually looking at me until I snapped out of it and I remembered it was just a poster. Then I looked around me and all the posters in the theatre were all for the same movie, "Cocktail 2"!!! I began to panic and I pushed my way through the crowds trying to find a theatre that was showing a different movie. Above the doors of every theatre the same thing was written on every marquee "Cocktail 2". I was trapped!

Failing to find an open exit door, I asked one of the employees why the doors would not open. "The doors do not open until the movie is over" He asked to see my ticket and he started yelling at me. "You're at the wrong theatre sir, this seat is located in theatre #12, this is theatre #18 sir! Your movie already started ten minutes a ago so I'm afraid I'm going to have to send you to Theatre # 20 so you can see the entire movie." I told him I didn't care and I would be fine to miss the first ten minutes. He said no. He went on further to explain that the policy of this theater is to make sure that everyone sees the movie they paid for in completion, from beginning to end, due to law suits from customers who missed part of a movie they paid for. It was then that I realized that no matter what i did, there was no way for me to avoid watching this movie.

The remainder of the dream I was trapped in Theater #20 and I watched every single second of Cocktail 2. The details were extremely vivid for a dream and this damn movie seemed to drag on for a lifetime. I stared at the glowing red exit sign waiting for it to end as I avoided making eye contact with the hordes of Will Ferrrell enthusiasts whom I feared would notice my discomfort and stone me to death for my blasphemous thoughts. Finally the movie ended and I was in tears when I woke up in a cold sweat Since then I have tried forgetting the dream to no avail. After that terrible night, the world has not been the same.

When I see posters for movies I flinch in fear that it might advertise the next Will Ferrell blockbuster. A couple of times on a passing train I see what appears to be the same poster I saw in that awful dream. Upon a second glance, luckily, they turn back into an advertisement for whiskey , Bud Lite, the School of Visual Arts, or another movie not starring Will Ferrell. Then another time I thought I would go kick back a drink at a nearby bar. Its not like I have been able to get any sleep anyways. When I walked in and ordered a beer the bartender turned around and SHIT! I THOUGHT IT WAS WILL FERRELL MAKING THAT SAME PORNSTAR SMILE!!!!

I began to run out of the bar and when I got to the door I turned around to take one last look. The bartender was obviously not Will Ferrell. In fact it was a woman. At this point all eyes were on me. I felt like I had to explain my erratic behavior so I came up with a lie, something fast and unsuspicious. "I'm sorry, I thought for a moment that I left the oven on at home, then I remembered that my wife is home, I'll just give her a call." I made a fake phone call and even mouthed the words, "Honey, I'm not sure but I think I left the oven on. Can you check to make sure I didn't? I'm sorry to make you get out of bed. I love you, good night." As I hung up I realized everybody was already back to their conversations and not paying any attention to my ridiculous act.

I left after one drink and even though nobody seemed to be suspicious of my convenient little lie I felt weird and just wanted to be alone. After that I decided to seek professional help. Someone suggested I see a therapist but after telling my story at my first appointment I was laughed out of the office. The same thing happened at the psychiatrist and the folks at the State Hospital too. Fortunately this hasn't affected my ability to work, but I still feel like no matter what, there is still something wrong with the world. Then, one sleepless night I watched a religious television program on Public Access and a dull speaking man was on and for some reason I was listening. He said "If you have questions for God and he answers, you will not be disappointed..." That sounded convincing enough for me so I started going to church and I was seeking answers from the lord himself.

Although not really having any way to explain my problems other than the dream about the bad Will Ferrell movie, any Priest, Bishop, or Parishioner would give me nothing more than a blank stare when I would tell them about it. That was when it became time to seek answers from the man himself. One quiet night I kneeled next to my bed and put my hands together and prayed. I prayed like I did when I was a child. Well, I wasn't so much praying as I was asking. I asked to speak to god directly and that I had some questions for him. I was put on hold for a a few minutes and used this as an opportunity to reiterate my questions in my head.

When the connection came through a glowing figure appeared. Anxiously I asked him " Are you god?" "Yes" the glowing figure said. After an awkward silence I shot out my next question, "Where is this world heading? Everyday things seem to be getting worse, although nothing ever happens, it just keeps going this way and its driving me crazy and I don't know what to do because it doesn't seem like there is anything I can do and its even worse now that this happened and I just don't know any more...Can you help me?"

The figure let out a sigh and replied " Listen, I'm sorry, I can't help you."

"Why not?" I asked, completely dissatisfied and frustrated.

"I know this isn't what you want to hear" God said," But I don't exist."

So that was when things began to get a little better for me. Although he was unable to help me, I appreciated his honesty. This experience helped me realize that sometimes its ok to feel helpless. If mass amounts of people want to go see bad movies why should it matter to me? Although there is the occasional sleepless night after a spotting of Will Ferrell on TV or a billboard, I no longer feel the need to obsess over it anymore. Besides, it was just a dream.

the wall documentary

2007-05-26T18:51:00.000-04:00

Jelly Fucking Donut, Kinky Fucking Sex, and Sandy "Big Titties" Kane!

2007-04-30T18:02:00.000-04:00

walking speed limit

2007-04-26T17:34:00.000-04:00

if there was a speed limit for walking i would get a ticket for speeding.

and if I didn't get a ticket I would get a warning and they would tell me to slow down.

i walk really fucking fast.

-aL

gonna give you something so you know whats on my mind

2007-04-18T18:07:00.000-04:00

Are you sad...

2007-04-11T11:45:00.000-04:00

that Sol LeWitt died?

i walk really fast

2007-04-06T11:58:00.000-04:00

look! i'm walking faster than anyone else on the street!
when i have to be somewhere i get there in half the time it takes all these other people.

if you are in front of me and i'm walking through, you better watch out. i walk fucking fast dude.

if i come up on you i might have to either side step you and maneuver around you in a real quick like manner OR i will walk up and politely say
"excuse me!" and when you move out of my way i'll whiz by you in my awesome, fast- walking style.

old man cool

2007-04-03T18:27:00.000-04:00

the representatives of four states equaled five non-combatant issues coupled with sales dryers and paper towel conflicts.

i suppose your category nine fisticuffs situation will not be resolved through toothpick olympics and other sports to varying degrees.

penalty intrusions were foreseen in the implicated truths of divine individuals whose purposeful inclinations were sought after for their nutritional value.

easy to dismiss

2007-03-13T16:07:00.000-04:00

today i saw this stick on the sidewalk

so I picked it up and decided to keep it

and if I was to go so far as to keep the stick i
might as well give it a name

so i named it asswart

thats the name i gave the stick because its mangled
end looked...well...like what an asswart probably looks like.

all brown and mangled.

asswart will probably be made into some sculpture or maybe it will be used
to stir a container of glue, paint, or other substance that requires
stirring with a stick.

its always good to have an object like asswart around.

isn't that right Weng Weng?

damn straight!

-aL

sneak peeker

2007-03-07T12:23:00.000-05:00

oh boy.

thoughts to get lost in

2007-02-28T10:46:00.000-05:00

electronic map strips are now in service!

said the voice that came from the ceiling of the subway car.
listening to the fugees i was carrying a plastic shopping bag of dirty laundry.
i think I am obsessed with the 90's.

are these cookies stale?
did the plastic ziplock preserve their freshness?
how come I keep laughing at that guy on tv.

Mmmmm... nut milk!

Delicious!

Hahahahahahaha!

...Oh!and I finally updated drugs, chairs, and mudflaps.

why Scopitones are awesome.

2007-02-19T15:47:00.000-05:00

A fine example of a wacked-out French Scopitone film.

Sado- Maso by Georges de Giraffe.

NYC got snow for Valentine's Day

2007-02-15T10:55:00.001-05:00

..and I am giving you the encore from Cat Power's
performance at the MoMA.

-aL

life is like a box of foam packaging with the meaning buried inside for protection

2007-02-07T13:32:00.000-05:00

as far as we know there is a bunch of solutions we never even thought of but instead a production of even worse scenarios that accumulate symmetrically to outside influences

what preceded was not obviously a remaining counteraction removal pervasively interpreted as a conclusive theory of mediating activity advisers with way too many population rights

50 different ways to disintegrate

2007-01-30T12:24:00.000-05:00

..and i should know.

realizing this blog has been around for a year.

and there are some other uncovered items.

such as

Samtsirhc icons: "The Godfather of Soul"

and "The Man in Black.

We listened to the classic Johnny Cash album "Live at San Quentin" at the Samtsirhc party. We listened to his gospel tune "He Turned the Water Into Wine" several times, turning it back to the beginning to listen again. This made me realize that this holiday needed some attributes and so I deemed Johnny Cash a patron saint of this rebellious holiday.

...and following the news, to discover that James Brown passed away on the first post-samtsirhc, it had to happen, that both of these extremely significant figures of music, whose long, influential careers forged themselves a permanent place in history.

What is remarkable about these two men were the things they had in common. For instance although contrasting in the most general sense, each of their individual styles of music, had strong roots in gospel....and although the success of their careers in music is undeniable, they both had troubled personal lives affected by serious bouts with drug abuse and run-ins with the law. On the internet, you can easily find mugshots of these men that were published shamelessly by the press. Despite the questionable morality of their behavior, the public continued to worship these men as heroes.

Perhaps the reason why I would treat these less-than perfect- individuals as saints is their courage to live and act as they wished, and at times at the expense of others who were, unfortunately, hurt by their actions. What these men represent is rebellion, and a resistance to authority figures no matter if they were right or wrong.

Although some aspects of Samtsirhc don't really seem to make sense (intentionally) this does.

Christmas has Jesus and Santa Claus, Satsirhc has Johnny Cash and James Brown.

First Annual Samtsirhc Report

2007-01-02T20:30:00.000-05:00

I was hoping to write: "This year's Samtsirhc party, the first ever, was lame... a complete flop!"

But first I have to introduce the Elements of Samtsirhc which begins first with color.

...Green!

Then of course there's the Samtsirhc table...

and the Samtsihc tree!

As people started showing up they started the celebration with the devouring
of delicious un-presents!

then after allowing some time for proper digestion, Drunken Twister!

The few people that attended can vouch for that as I received many thanks and congratulations for starting my own holiday. Although i was hoping for something un-popular and anti-climactic (the opposite of Christmas)((well...maybe not...)))

as it turns out, the first ever Samtsirhc party was alot of fun.

There are few elements I added to Samtsirhc as the Holiday progressed,but I will save that for the next installment of Is "is" is?.

-aL

Samtsirhc report coming soon....

2007-01-02T11:29:00.000-05:00

with fotos, video, non-traditions and additional samtsirhc attributes!

I had a week off from and stayed the hell away from computers.

Looking forward to another Year of aL's mayhem
as its Is Is Is?'s 1-year anniversary!

Salud, L'Chaim, and cheeers!

-aL

samtsirhc table, samtsirhc set-up

2006-12-12T10:54:00.000-05:00

As you know here on "Is", we are big fans of napkin notes. so on this here napkin you can see an illustration as to how to prepare for samtsirhc.

Every year a new samtsirch color is determined by the spinning of a twister wheel.

Blue, green, yellow or red.

Which color will it be this year?

The samtsirhc tree is painted the samtsirc color for the year then
hung above the samtsirhc table.

guests to the designated samtsirhc party are advised to bring along the following:

un-presents: things that can be consumed (food, drinks and drugs) in celebration of the holiday.

not-gifts: presents that are not purchased (found objects, pocket trinkets and other ephemera) that are exchanged after a few rounds of drunken twister.

Un-presents are placed on top of the samtsirhc table.

Not-gifts go underneath the samtsirhc table.

In preparation for the first ever samptsirhc, I am planning the making of a video
to post on "Is "is" is?"

-aL

experimental holiday season

2006-12-07T17:32:00.000-05:00

last january or february percival & I invented an alternative to christmas.

no. its not festivus. no connection to jerry sienfuct whatsoever!

Its way better, more inventive, and there is no racists involved. I present to you
a new holiday to replace christmas!

SAMTSIRHC!

for pronounciation this might help:

SAMT!
SIR!
RHC!

YRREM SAMTSIRHC!
This holiday is gonna rock, but not jingle bells!

It involves Un-presents & not-gifts.
Dunken twister!
a samtsirhc tree!
a samtsirhc table!
anti-capitalist christmas carols!
post-samtsirc: a full day of rest & recovery!

and the best part is you can include all your friends!

no matter if they are Jewish, Muslim, agnostic, athiest, or just plain old christmas haters!

Even those Loyal to Christmas can join in for the fun!

Why?

Because Samtsirhc takes place on Christmas Eve.

Christmas day is reserved for Post Samtsirhc!

Where you dedicate the day to nothing!
thats right- absoulutely nothing!

unless, of course, you want to do something, which you can if you want because the day is reserved for nothing which makes it easier to do something!

More details to come and perhaps some images as well!

If you have any questions about this mysterious new holiday, leave me a comment!

it kinda made sense

2006-12-04T19:27:00.000-05:00

sick, sick poetry

I had something to tell you but I forgot it already.
it is somewhere over there somewhere.

it was probably a tribute to the other day when you
were like excuse me for being someone saying something.
it was more than likely a suitable replacement
for your happy wrongdoings.

it was an even better display than your previous discussion
on matters that now belong to the illiterate department
of defense research

bogus.

i was saying to somebody something about how you took
something you said to someone else
and that someone else was really mad about
something I said and someone else overheard

fuckhead.

never again will i spare the flashy upherhandedness of
the fly towels that seem to spread more germs than they prevent
from taking the glass atmosphere and referring them to the

outside.

there are things...

2006-11-15T21:18:00.000-05:00

i want to blog about sometimes but by the time i get here i forgot what they are because they are always so simple and the things around me are so complex and the simplicity of all this complexity makes the simple complex and the complex simple.

hitler and ghandi become best friends and do alot of drugs together. they are know for throwing the biggest hippest parties and they ditch their political causes and pursuits for the "awesome togetherness of all night jamboree disco parties".

if you were to find a no longer used train track and follow it until it ends you might end up at a better place than you are now. the trick is to find the unused track.

so after a while hitler and ghandi's paradise of love and celebration turned into a major problem. as their many desires were fullfilled day in and day out for many pleasurable months, they no longer were able to satiate their over-stimulated minds and bodies. their tastes turned into addictions, their good times turned into burdens as the whole world depended on them for a good time. after a while they craved nothing more than a good nights rest and a glass of water.

eventually they acknowledged that they have fallen into a serious problem and they entered themselves into re-hab.

that just goes to show you, its never too late to help yourself.

and its always better to have a buddy to help you along then to go though this alone.

dreams.

reconstucting history

2006-11-06T18:37:00.000-05:00

i can take apart time and reconstruct history if I want.

in fact, you can do it too! try it!

you see last week I subtracted the third grade from my best friend and
he found spelling in cursive especially difficult. his handwriting did improve
however.

free-writing is fun! I forgot how fun it is...

...then when you take history and alter it for fun you have a certain responsibitly to keep track of all the changes so you can respectfully put everything back to the way it was, other wise you might lose your history-altering priveleges for good...

so my most recent reconstruction of history I made Ghandi and Hitler friends.

not just friendly friends, but BEST friends!

Now when considering this notion you might wonder what will happen.

Will Hitler make Ghandi bad or will Ghandi make Hitler good?

Well I will tell you what happened as it wasn't what I expected.

next week maybe.

ctmt's at an all time low.

2006-11-06T18:20:00.000-05:00

a conversation in my head:

knee-jerk reactions? zero.

simulated experiences? low.

barbeque ideas? a few.

stew images? maybe.

chance for recovery? sure.

what are you going to do next? separate cheeses.

for how long? not too long.

will it be worth it? yes.

really? don't look.

is it going to make any sense? yes.

are you ok? um,can we go back to the last question?

is it going to make any sense? possibly.

you might not believe it but the earth is hollow

2006-10-27T17:53:00.000-04:00

the spiral is our most ancient symbol
and marked all of our pre-history.

You see, back then the earth has two moons.
Astronomers of the time
looked up to the moons and stars each night in wonder and marvel of
their origin.

They measured and calculated and observed the orbit of the moons and
soon found that one of the moons was moving in a spiral.

Soon they realized the inevitable: in the near future this moon would
fall into earth.

The spiral became the symbol of the tragedy soon to befall earth.

The highly evolved civilization began to prepare for their most massive
construction project. They dug endless tunnels down into earth and
build entire cities in underground caves of incredible dimensions, in
hope that some of them would survive the disaster.

When the day of impact came near all living and intelligent creatures
disappeared beneath the earth’s surface.
The force of collision was so great that earth flipped.
North became South and South became North as entire continents
disappeared and others emerged from the masses of fire and water.
Only in three places did civilization survive: inside the Himalaya,
inside the Andes in current Peru and in Mt. Shasta, now in California.

It was here that the great discovery was made:
Earth is hollow!

The violent contortion of earth had opened paths connected to the
underground tunnels.

Light began to emerge from the other side.

As the impact on earth’s outer surface had created a hostile
environment inner earth was being discovered. The inner crust was quite
similar to the outer one: land, water and vegetation, as well as animal
life. The central sun inside earth created a constant climate of
75degrees Fahrenheit.

Openings to the North and South Pole revealed to
them the sphere form of planets.

involuntary hiatus is over...

2006-10-19T21:00:00.000-04:00

reel quickly made.

2006-09-27T21:29:00.000-04:00

ricardo need$ it!

carpal tunnel release & auto shop

2006-09-25T18:53:00.000-04:00

free-writing

2006-09-23T11:08:00.000-04:00

i am writing this to a song called honeys in love by flunk and when the song is over I'm gonna stop writing and i don't have anything in particular to write about but that is really no mattering right now mattering is not a word but I like making up words sometimes because it gets boring using the same language all the time nd you want to expand and what i am wondering now is where to put all the art and can you type and listen to the song and enjoy it at the same time and i don't even look at the screen when i type i stare at the keyboard and

dedimacation

2006-09-19T19:57:00.000-04:00

this post is for my friend artsygrrl, the only person I know in real life that seems to understand this blog.

i was flipping through my old blue notebook and I found this on disheveled pages.

A fun one

it was here
long ago
it was there
once before
it was alright
a minute ago

the good time
is it gone?
no, here it is
you're stepping on it
get off it

set it free
but don't let it go
so talk to it
make it come back
by saying nice things
or making fun of it
or someone else
or bake it cookies
and some milk
and if its a vegan
make it soymilk
and if it doesn't
like milk
then something else
and if it doesn't like cookies
something else
like ice cream
and if its a vegan
then you're fucked
but not really
you could try popsicles
or a snow cone
and if it doesn't
like sweets you could
cook a nice dinner
but make sure you
know what it likes
before you go shopping
or you could take it
out to dinner
but make sure you
know waht kind of
restaraunt because if
it doesn't like
italian food and
you go to an italian
restaraunt then you're
fucked
and offer a bottle
of wine or any
beverage they would like
and maybe an appetizer
and maybe dessert
but don't be too nice
because it might get
ridiculous and
and it might get
suspicious and think
you are kissing its ass
and that can be annoying

(in the original notebook entry the words go up the page
sideways but I don't know how to make that happen here)

when someone is being too nice to you
and you begin to wonder why they

are being so nice to you
like maybe they want something

from you and the only way
to get it by being nice to
you, insincerity is a bitch
sucker

italisized words were added spontaneously as I was typing and were not part of the original lines

Ciao!

-aL

pennies

2006-09-14T21:00:00.000-04:00

they may be useless vermin in businessmen's pockets

but I like pennies

the part i don't completely understand about them is the superstition associated with them, for example:

If you see a penny on the ground and its heads up and and you pick it up it becomes good luck...right? (percival thinks you don't get the luck unless you kiss the penny)

Ok...so if its tails up you leave it alone, right? Other wise its bad luck. But what if you really need that penny?

Maybe this concept is what keeps homeless people homeless.

Ok, but here's another scenario.

What if you pick up a heads-up penny and and in mid-lift, it falls from your flimsy grasp, and it lands tails up?

is it still good luck or does it become bad? (this happened to me the other day)

Ok, heres another one...

If you see a tails up penny and kick it, so that it hits the wall and flips over, landing heads up...

Does it become good luck? (i've tried this before with mixed results)

What about if a penny falls from your pocket and lands tails up, but it was your penny to begin with, how can it become bad luck?

Does the luck only occur from strangers pennies that you find?

Maybe thats the bigger question.

So all these questions can remain a mystery, and they leave me to believe that if it wasn't for homeless people, assuming of course everyone actually believd in the superstition, that there would be tails up pennies scattered all over this country.

Unless the kicking theory works and you can alter the state of a bad luck penny.

These questions could be answered and if only I had the resources I would create an elite team of Superstition Scientists where we would test out, using the scientific method, the results of head up or heads down pennies..or walking under a ladder...or breaking a mirror ect.

I have a cool idea for a sculpture made completely out of pennies, and I am saving this bag of pennies for this project.

i have always been a little overly concerned with luck superstitions ever since I was young and one time I broke a mirror. Then all this bad shit started happening and it seemed to end about seven years later.

Mirrors suck.

..but thanks to heads up pennies, you can gain all the good luck and at the least attempt to balance out your cache of luck.

So I don't care what anybody says (New Yorkers are a little snobby about pennies)
Pennies Rock!

Thanks for the invite Mona!

my noetry is fabuloustupid!

2006-09-11T19:07:00.000-04:00

jealousy

ties

Here we are

fake stay

Thinking

empty clueless

separately

all knowing

about eachother

ever so

and that other person

ever so

and the pulling

purposeful

as it slides

accident

and ignores

accidental

what we want to say

pollution

and not think about

pollution of the mind

anymore

polluting

wasted emotion

this thing we had

for sure

so long ago

it will happen

it happened again

in return, for sure

with someone else

its steadily there

with suspicion

climbingover

here we go

an uncomfortable fence

don't think

of ambiguity and

don't figure it out

confrontation

don't try

it hits

stay

bowl of cherries

away

I have a dance party to go to.
Leave a comment please.
-aL

drugs, chairs and what!??!?!

2006-08-28T23:40:00.000-04:00

what the fuck does that mean?

the anatomy and functionality of a folding table. part 2

2006-08-24T19:16:00.000-04:00

a short list of arnheim Lieber's obsessions that are seen and/or discussed on Is"is"is? include:

plastic bags filled with disposable items

text-based, non-decorative barely readable street graffiti

napkin notes

and taking pictures of clothes worn by strangers.

then, of course, there is the folding table.

today I present a fine specimen.

a real space saver, this table can be inconspicuously stored in a inconspicuous corner

then brought out when adequate table space is needed

now this person with staff written on the back of his red shirt will effortlessly demonstrate how the table is expanded into a spacious table that can be used for more formal events such as dinner, thanksgiving dinner, and dinner!

this table is such a beauty that i will let you admire its finely crafted edges, beautifully finished surfaces, and intricate natural wood details...or... you can fill in your own set of instuctions!

Someone:What did you say?

Someone else:nothing

Someone:No, i heard you say something!

Someone else:something?

Someone:Yeah!

Someone else:How about nothing?

Someone:How about...will you marry me?!?!

Someone else: caviar?

unpopularity

2006-08-14T18:11:00.000-04:00

first i had to shorten my name so as not to get associated with a certain Senator who seems to make the news everynow and again.

then i haven't been keeping up with anyone else lately (blogwise)

to top things off i just don't seem to have it anymore

i had this plan to start exercising and taking pictures and showing the results

i got so busy that excercising on top of all my other activities seemed like too much

please don't give up on me as i am struggling to maintain the blog habit along with all the other things life throws at old arnie Leiber

so here are some recent pictures:

before art

after art

Ahhh..much better!

before belly

after belly

Much...harrier

-aL out

store with a pole in front of the door

2006-08-04T10:47:00.000-04:00

sometimes

sometimes you go out
and it smells like greasy food
and you're on your way to work
and you feel the heat on your face
and you're running late
and the owner of the coffee shop
is wearing a hat that you like
and you want to ask him where he got it
but he stayed in the back
so you go back outside
and your head kinda hurts
but thats ok because
it feels good to be alive
and an attractive girl is running
trying to catch the bus
holding up her top as she runs
and you're checking her out
she misses the bus
and you walk by a car
and its blasting music
and its not really what you listen to or like
but it sounds good anyway
because again it feels good to be alive
anyway
some people are so funny looking

single awareness of some sort...

2006-07-28T13:27:00.000-04:00

i don't know if miss cynical person is insulting me or not...

of course my recent uncommonly brief posts make me seem smacked out...but I do know rehab is not needed.

i just haven't had time to script a good post lately.

aL has been busy as all hell!

BUT!!!

I will soon post some new nopoetry, some pics of my hairy belly, and images from the mangled and distressed art show...

but until then things have been too hectic to pursue my usual pointless blogkeeping abilities... sorry folks!

bambalamba bambaloo!

2006-07-22T15:42:00.000-04:00

bathroom

sidewalk

places to go

whatchoo say, what chu say

2006-07-12T20:14:00.000-04:00

Fart enjoy!

another mad genius gone...

2006-07-11T11:10:00.000-04:00

Today I came across this.

Light a candle, smoke a hooka, or do some kinda hippie shit. This maniac changed music forever and his contribution to rock shouldn't go unoticed.

a tribute on drugs, chairs, and mudflaps coming soon!

-aL

How cool can you be?- A Tribute

2006-07-10T20:18:00.000-04:00

CAPTAIN PUNGENT

music: Buzz Osborne
lyrics: Buzz Osborne

Day light time of ten feel of a monster
Right here the wilds grow we ain't got a foot hold
Be nice afraid the future to be in now
Neck ties fit survive rest to be only forty nine

B-rown body sez pull in full red
Light so protect and demand but I it ride
Be damned gonna lie here all a land lone
Next size lotus alive rest to be only forty nine

friend's show

2006-07-04T20:19:00.000-04:00

some of my friends are in this show:

mangled and distressed

a group show of artists who use distortion of the body to represent and illustrate inner turmoil through personal pain and humor.

Artists:
Matthew Brennan, Ernest Concepcion, Devon Cutler, Tara Daino, Andrew Eutsler,Bonnie Gloris, David Krepfle, Galina Kurlat, Genevieve LaForge,
Jessica Levine, Jodie Lyn-Kee-Chow, Michael Martinez, Ricardo Martinez,
Ian Mc Gillivray, Christopher Preciado, Brad Sable, Zachary Tradeau,
Misha Tyutyunik, Erin Waldner, Krystal White

Curator: Chris Herbeck

Saturday, July 8th
at Sputnik
Located in Clinton Hill/ Bed-Stuy Brooklyn, 11205
one block from G-train, Classon Ave station
242 Taaffe Place
Near corner of Dekalb and Taaffe Place (red awning)
718.398.6666
barsputnik.com

6-9:30 pm
Free Performances by:
Butcher Slim
The Missing Teens

$5 after 10pm
Cobretti w/ special guests TBA
Bvllets spinning between bands.

not there

2006-07-01T13:11:00.000-04:00

it was something

it was there twice

something is wrong

imbalance tasted like your favorite food

the cheese was a little too smelly for me

i got lost in her eyes

then i realized it was a poster

so i vandalized it

coffee kick in

hazy

remeber?

french

Holy shit!

oh snap!

words and madness

2006-06-27T19:37:00.000-04:00

these are things I wrote in my notebook for no particular reason

i don't consider myself a writer but instead a word scientist. I like to contemplate the meaning of words by juxtaposing them with other words, making experience explicit, readable and unknown- narrative-non-narrative

the only way to figure out how they work is by taking them apart, putting them under a microscope and taking note of the results. and the writing down of observations is the what it is to actually preserve the moments which would otherwise be fleeting allowing another to observe the world as you do...or don't

perhaps the smell of fried chicken on the subway is significant because I recall thinking about the smell of fried chicken while on the bus. This time the smell is accompanied by the smell of french fries and a hint of ketchup.

I think the bloody mary kicked in a while ago

the door opens and closes again

the train finally moves

i need to take a shower

eagle

signified
for the first time
I ever saw you
fall down

It was funny
at first
but now I see
It can't hurt
I want to see
the ground
pulling pulling
down

something was lost
a long time ago
but now its still
lost

It was here
and it was there
but now it can't be
found

settle this money
solve this door
another poor excuse

patience

the stalagtites were hanging from
blank avocados
the shores were blue
conceived at a reasonable lover
they still complained

help yourself
be rude
don't worry about it
self-absorbed
I went home
expecting more
don't look at me that way
I love you

go
go away
go there
come back
live here
celebrate
celebrations
reasons?
excuses are for lovers
thank you,

she fucked it up...

2006-06-24T16:41:00.000-04:00

he fucked it up...

it was fun.

singleface corrugated and loose fill

2006-06-20T13:02:00.000-04:00

last night I realized I am completely bored with talking shit about hipsters.

some other signifigance was found on the parochial plain of festishistic desire
preists who actually crave ambigiuously gay, snobby phonies in tight jeans, fucked up
redos of hairstyles from the 70's and bad taste in music (most of the time)

maybe not, its getting strange in here

even for me

i'm out

Wait!

I wanna end on a happy note...

special ingredient cookies...
and its not coconut!

big excuses

2006-06-16T22:56:00.000-04:00

you gotta love 'em

why not?

because

napkin notes

2006-06-14T18:23:00.000-04:00

I don't know why but I thinks napkin notes are the coolest thing...

any opportunity to scribble your latest technological advancement on a disposable peice of crap scrap paper...is just awesome to me...I let these things linger in the studio, home or office just for the pure sake of reveling in those past moments of inspiration...

yuck!

currency is money is a time thing...

2006-06-08T19:27:00.000-04:00

I finally updated Drugs, Chairs, and Mudflaps as I have been slacking on the whole artblogging thing...I think the next installment on Steve Currie's sculpture is the closest I have come to writing about art the way i really want to...because writing about art can be really hard and boring...boring to read boring to write...because art is, in essence a visual thing and words are...abstract...they exist but not physically...sometimes failing to describe the thing..the ideas that manifest in three-dimensional form...and thats why they are...

what they are

New Yorkers love these...

two pictures thats all...

2006-06-07T20:36:00.000-04:00

forthcoming, betrayal, and standardized breathing procedures

2006-06-03T14:24:00.000-04:00

Do I have anything to blog about today?

no.

Do I need something to blog about to blog?

maybe.

Don't I usually blog about nothing anyways?

sort of.

Is this spinach roll the right temperature?

not anymore.

Why is?

because.

What for?

beware.

What is?

over there.

Something tells me I'm at the right place.

Thats right...i don't belong here.

genius? or moron...

2006-05-30T15:04:00.000-04:00

I can't quite tell.

More to come...

aL's Top Ten Greatest Hip Hop Albums

2006-05-24T12:28:00.000-04:00

So...the Bored Housewife recently posted about Hip Hop and how it doesn't provoke thought.

I offered some suggestions in her comment box which she seemed grateful for, but she got me thinking.

I used to be an avid listener of Hip Hop...so i started recollecting all my favorite hip hop groups. So I am gonna list my Top Ten Hip Hop albums.

Please note that this list was created from very poor memory and I feel as if I left some thing out, so some of these are subject to change. Regardless, here they are:

The Top Ten Greatest Hip-Hop albums ever made!

1. Bizzare Ride to the Pharcyde- the Pharcyde

2. Sex Styles- Kool Keith

3. The Low End Theory- Tribe Called Quest

4. Aceyalone- The Book of Human Language

5. Sex and Violence- KRS-One

6. Cyrpress Hill- Cypress Hill

7. Eazyduzit- Eazy-E

8. Grip It! On that Other Level- Geto Boys

9. Enter the 36 Chambers- Wu-Tang Clan

10. Doggystyle- Snoop Doggy Dog

11. Phrenology- The Roots

Ten?... eleven?... who cares?

So after I wrote down the list and before I actually posted...i was searching for proper images...this turned into a whole ordeal as I discovered something...interesting.

I did an image search on photobucket and found that if you type in the word
"Ghetto", most of the photos that come up are of teenage white girls crossing their arms in rapper poses and oversized hats tilted to the side.

pretty damn ghetto...or white trash...or Britney Spears...all the same shit to me.

Anyyways I found that this discovery says some strange things about culture..and how terminology is never a static thing. The more pictures are taken of white girls pretending to be ghetto, the more the word ghetto loses its original meaning.

Also this could be due to the fact that maybe in the Ghetto...the real ghetto... digital cameras and photobucket are not heavily integrated into that particular
societal realm.

Ok, granted...I myself am I white boy...and I just listed my favorite Hip Hop albums. What is the difference? Well, i'm not sure, I am obviously a confused mutherfucker and have been for many years. Cultural identity has always been a conundrum for me
as the contradictions have always overlapped, conflicted, and contorted my ideas of who I am.

To put it bluntly..I am American.

That sounds ugly...but I like to say it.

I am also Texan.

Sounds uglier...but I don't care what some people say about it...

I am also Mexican...which most people have trouble believing... but again..
I don't really care.

So as a confused teenager, listening to Rap music, while all my friends were listening to Green Day, I identified more with the street music that dealt with
conflict...real conflict...not like...damn...my gf broke up with me so Im gonna write this sad song...

Eventually, I did realize that this connection was false...and there are very few similarities between the way I grew up and the street life portrayed in Hip Hop.
I also realized that most of the time Rappers were just really good at talking shit and making it sound good.

Well I went off on this whole other subject that I never really meant to get into so I am just gonna leave it at that...

for the past week or so...

2006-05-23T16:37:00.001-04:00

I seemed to forget about Is "is" is?... but actually I was way too
busy and just couldn't find the strength to conjure up anything good.
So I will see what I can do for you today...

facial hair is a strange thing as you can tranform the way the rest of the world thinks of you by the way you groom
yourself...i sometimes think about my own facial hair especially after i have not shaved for a while... i think about things i can do to it...to freak people out...to make myself more presentable...to make myself look younger or older...to make myself seem like a lower/ higher member of society...

all these things can be done with clippers, scissors, and someone that knows how to use them...

recently my clippers stopped working...then they started working again but they started pulling the hairs I was trying to remove and that really hurt...that amount of pain is not worth enduring for the sake of looking good...so maybe I could end up growing until I look like the guy in the picture above...

then i can pretty much count on getting absolutely NO attention from the opposite sex...

instead I have been trimming using scissors. Its a tedious process that I completely despise...

what should i do?

I'm ...what!?!?!

2006-05-15T14:21:00.000-04:00

Saturday night {percival} called me narcissistic.
i said...i don't know what your talking about.

he/she/it has full access to my photobucket account.
Full access means all the photos, unaltered...

If I can only figure out a way to erase that robot's memory.

I am an object...

2006-05-13T17:01:00.000-04:00

...to be used for your pleasure.

It is in our nature to desire what we cannot possess. We seek each other
although we know its impossible...

Yesterday somebody else gave me a free bag of weed.

I took these pictures knowing what they would become. These images will be the material with which you will construct your fantasy.
This is______.(fill in the blank)

suggestions:

hot
naughty
kinky
sexy
stupid

Watch the wheels turn and hear the buttons click. We live in an age of technology. We communicate through wires and lit-up screens. but what happened to each other

What would your

boyfriend
husband
girlfriend
mother
priest
dog
fox

think?
What would my girlfriend think?

I would like to be appreciated for my intelligence, but instead...

I sit here.
You sit there.
but here we are together

pushpins

tagged, i'm it again...

2006-05-10T12:54:00.000-04:00

Ok... if I tagg myself again, I don't have to tag anyone else. (...thanks cynical girl)
So here goes, Ten more wierdo things about arnheim Lieber.

1. When we were at the disk golf course, i had a choice between using public facilities and the woods...
of course, I chose to pee in the woods (it's been a while since I've gotten to do such a thing)

2. The street I live on (pictured above) is called Taaffe Place, pronounced like Taffy.

3. I now have two pairs of headphones, one pair for when I'm wearing a hat, and another for no hat.

4. I have a strange fascination with girls that are referred to as "ghetto". When I see them on the train I turn down
the volume on my walkman so i can overhear what they are saying. The whole thing from how they dress, the things they talk about, their broken use of the english language, the way they talk really loud and they just go on and say whatever the fuck they want. Something about it is very interesting how they have this street toughness and still maintain their girly-ness. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I just went up to them and started talking to them. (i've actually tried this experiment)

5. Today I took some pictures of before and after my shower. It was a weird feeling, objectifying myself like that. Then, entertaining the possibility of posting these images of myself. It was creeping me out...but there was also something very hott about it...

6. I have an unusual luck when it comes to getting things for free...I'm good at it! I never seem to have enough money and i'm not very materialistic although I like owning things...it just happens! People give me free stuff all the time! There's something extremely satifying about getting things and paying no money for it. The less effort it takes, the more satifying the experience. For instance, yesterday, some guy I don't even know, gave me some of that green tobacco stuff that makes your eyes turn red and give you the munchies...for free! No money exchanged our hands! He gave it to me, he didn't say... "hey we can smoke this together", he handed it to me and walked away! It was good shit too! I think had an innner orgasm after that.

7. My room is a mess, my finances...a mess, I am one of the most unorganized and disorderly people I know and I never seem to be fully on top of anything...but there are two things I never let go out of control: my bulk email folder and my voicemail box. I clear that shit out like I'm deathly allergic to old, useless messages...

8. Once i made a drawing...and we can argue whether its a drawing or not...that was done on a brown paper bag from
Crown Fried Chicken. I wrote on it, something like..."I realize I am nothing more than an indulgent beast as I sit here, drink coffee, smoke a bowl, take a shit, and read at the same time..." then when you open the flap at the bottom I wrote..."while listening to an electronic remix of Pink Floyd"

9. I took the drawing described in #8 and showed it to a group of friends. The conversation/ argument was videotaped...as one girl's face turned red with anger, and another guy was like like "What the fuck is this?!?!" I actually defended the drawing pretty well. I don't know what happened to the footage, but I do know someone took the footage and edited it and used it for a class. I never saw the edited video of it...but I still have the drawing!

10. Other girly bands I like: Cat Power, Mazzy Star, Portishead, Esthero, Morcheeba, Aretha Franklin, Nina Simone, and of course...Bjork. (this list goes on...)

Ok thats it! I am free from the shackles of listing, tagging, and all that other good stuff!

Stay tuned for more non-sensical, inspirational, heartbreaking, intensely amotivational, purple signifiers of eternal rot and doom...

tagged, i'm it..

2006-05-08T18:42:00.000-04:00

This should be easy, cuz Im a fucking freak!

1. I am wearing a dead guy's shirt...his name was Bill...an ex-employee to my cousin ...and i thinks its cool...
really cool...it has green flower patterns, its made out of polyester, it has a butterfly collar
and it smells kinda funny and I can't tell if its the shirt, or my own body odor.
sidenote: of course I had the shirt throughly cleaned before i wore it

2. I have a seriously irritating nervous habit. My facial hair provides hours of entertainment to my own idle fingers.
Hairs get plucked and pulled and eventually a bald spot will form in an area where i find the most elongated, insubbordinate hair growth. When it gets really obvious...time to shave!

3. Sinead O'Connor is awesome! ...and I don't care what you say, I worship her. In fact my taste in music is a fucked up combination of redneck mentality and an angry herd of bull-dyke lesbians. Rock on Patsy Cline!

4.When I lived in Texas, I was drunk at a co-workers party at a second floor apartment. I decided it would be really fun to pee off the balcony. The best part was the main witness to this crude and vile act...a jehovahs witness!
Hell Yeah! I am beaming with pride after I tell that story.

5. In the past ten days, I came in contact with four ex-girlfriends....two from Texas, the other two, very recent from NYC.
Four in a little over a week! That shit's scary!

6. I find clipping toenails to be an enjoyable activity. I will spend 30-45 minutes grooming those suckers. I wait at least a month or two before the next clipping so i have substantial lenth to cut.

7. I fucking hate spider man..Everybody likes that fucker...I think the incredible hulk could kick his sccrawney little ass!

8. One time when I was little, I "ran away" although I didn't run away at all... I hung out in the attic all day and spied on my family...I heard them talk about me, and the incident that caused my "getting the fuck out of here because you all suck!"
It was actually a pretty smart thing to do because I knew the perfect time to comeback home when my Mom said, "Im worried about him, I just want him to come home." The problem was I missed out on all the newly gained freedom you get when you really run away. I learned about that when I really ran away at 16. That shit was fun!

9. I find the smell of homeless people comforting...the stankier, the better... in the subway, its like being at a ranch and smelling horse shit. You are sure you're at the right place.

10. I sleep with my clothes on. If my pockets are stuffed with extra stuff I might empty them out, but this does not always happen.

took a jab

2006-05-06T14:24:00.000-04:00

Yesterday I read my horoscope in the New York Press and it struck me
as an odd coincidence.

It read:

"Here's to your glamour and flair, Libra. Whatever you do, from the noble to the ignoble, you do with style. This is why you end up manifesting a world more superficial than substancial; the people around you are so dazzled by your methods that they don't notice the (lack of) content beneath. Although they may not care, I know you do. If you haven't exactly been living up to your own private standards, this week is a good time to remedy that. Most of those around you may not be any more or less impressed when your actions and intentions shift from selfish to altruistic, but I guarantee, it'll make a difference to you. And your shine? That can only get brighter as you feel better."

Ouch!
Lucky for me I think horoscopes are full of crap.
I think the person that wrote this might almost be as good a bullshitter as I am!
..and that last line, I'm not sure I get it.

Beside reading dumb ass horoscopes I also amuse myself by finding weird shit on the internet such as this.

Is "is" isn't?

2006-05-04T17:27:00.000-04:00

So i was out of town last week, and instead of leaving Is "is" is? abandoned for seven days, I assigned the task of writing current posts to a dear friend of mine. He/she/it is a robot that goes by the title of {percival}. Well-read on the subjects of philosophy, dog-walking, city parks & recreation, and hover car parallel parking techniques, he/she/it's writing style is quite different than mine. I hope you enjoyed the brief stay of my guest as I will be incharge of posting as usual, once again.

I was hoping to give a thorough overview of things I did while I was visiting Texas, but my memory fades. So hereis an abbreviated list.

Things I did:

-The Chicken Dance (I said "Dad, I will go out there and do the chicken dance if you buy me another beer!")

-Played Disk-golf (not frisbee golf, you will be shunned by the disk community if you refer to the sport that way. Also, you can drink beer, smoke joints, and play disk golf at the same time.)

-Pondered nostalgia (what is it?)

Things I saw:(where)

-a really good band Called El Sexto Sol (the Mixx)

-a really bad band, the band was so bad I wouldn't bother to learn their name (Casbeers)

-drunken old people dancing (college night at NIOSA)

Places I went besides my hometown:

-Lavernia, Texas (used to be a black settlement with ties to the underground railroad)

-Bulverde, Texas (one of the things i like about Texas are towns with names like Bulverde)

-Austin, Texas (Round trip direct flights from JFK $200! Yeee haw!)

Ok, ok. Enough of that.
I kept the female constituency waiting long enough. I left off just when things were about to get freaky in here
much to the delight of my few women readers. It was cute how they got all giddy, so I would hate to let them down.

Well first I'm gonna start off a little slow with a picture of my hands.

I have been told I have sexy hands...hands that can write, type, and draw with a maladjusted precision.
Hands that are also good at massaging, touching, squeezing, rubbing, exploring, finding that right spot, then slowing down,
then wrapping themselves around a curving female form.

This is what they look like when I streeeeetccch.....uhhhhhah! That feels good!

Oh shit, you know what else? I'm adding a band to the List of Bands too fucking good to be on the Grammies a band I saw several months ago and I must've forgotten how badass they are the Transformers.

I got em scrolling, skimming then scrolling!

This is too much fun, really!

Ok here it is the most revealing pic ever on Is "is" is?!
Another body part of arnheim Lieber's that has been classified as sexy.

My shoulder. (the left one)

without title

2006-05-01T17:55:00.000-04:00

People everywhere are touching keyboards all day long.
Blogs are a great excuse to touch keyboards.
Email is a pretty good excuse to touch keyboards.

Where are we?
you and I?

somewhere in this virtual existence
all of us
touching keyboards
together

alone...

Are we closer now?
Do you feel more connected to humans?

{percival}

What is, "is" anyway?

2006-04-28T19:34:00.000-04:00

Does it proclaim a state of being?
Does it reveal a state of being?
Does it create a state of being?

Yes. No. ??

What is it to reveal a state of being?
To bring into knowledge a presence
To bring this presence into us
By proclaiming that it "IS"
to feel the words
the other side of the "is"
does it become alive in us?

How does it become alive?
It brings nearer to focus
the desire of words
their movements through us

By asserting that something "is"
we are bringing forth
the linguistic sense of things
the sense of language
the sense of thought and speech
the sense of rational communication

the sense of human connection

Feel the sensation of language.

wait

2006-04-26T18:36:00.000-04:00

it was all emotional
i destroyed him
but
i have questions for him
still

{percival}

[overheard philosophering]

bizarre

In Memory

2006-04-24T18:42:00.000-04:00

A moment of silence.

Why am I... I?

2006-04-23T18:35:00.000-04:00

Underneath I am a confused robot

Are you overwhelmed?
Well, so am I.
Twice.

I can tell you all the things you want to hear
It is my inner robot
connecting... ... .... ....
....with your inner robot

We are touching, but not each other
We are pressing, but not each other
We are engaged, intensely, somewhere

Hello inner robots
I am confused too.

{percival}

delivery...but not quite...

2006-04-22T11:57:00.000-04:00

You know, i don't know what i was thinking. Acting so insecure about putting up a picture? Whats the big deal?

I'm sexy! I should be able to put up pictures of whatever i want...right?

I have a sexy eye...

I have sexy fingers...

hell...even my shadow is sexy...remember this one?

Well...as i mentioned in drugs, chairs, and mudflaps...i will be inTexas next week.

So that means arnheim Lieber will be replaced...by a robot...

but this robot isn't just any robot, this robot has a human's brain.
The robot's name is Percival.
I am leaving all my blogging rights (plus...my collection of shitty photos) to Percival, and giving total freedom on Is "is" is?, Drugs, Chairs and Mudflaps, and Sowing Dissent.

I think this robot is way smarter than me so if things start to make sense around here...well..i warned you.

to my female readership...

2006-04-19T18:02:00.000-04:00

arnheim has been thinking...
after being given the advice, "you know you should really think about using your sexuality to your advantage"
...about not being so shy and having a portrait on myself on my profile.

I usually don't because I think its an act of vanity...
but if it is then so what?

keeping a blog is already pretty damn vain!

most of the returning visitors are female...maybe one to one-half of
them might find me moderately attractive.

What harm can come of it?

a) I am ugly and told so and my feelings are hurt for a shorter period of time than the last time I was told that.

b) It doesn't work and my female readership will know how unnattractive i am and therefore never return.

c) The pictures posted fail at representing my good side and an ugly, misrepresenting picture
of me is on the internet for anyone to see.

d) i can't think about anything else so please feel free to add on to this list.

What good can come of it?

a) all these women think i'm sexy and come check to see what i'm up to and they tell their
friends and female readership increases ten-fold

b) i meet a possible future mate

c) althought they find me unnattractive a level of admiration for my bravery increases
regular visits from female readership.

d) i can't think about anything else so please feel free to create a d-answer for me.

Ok, only answer if you are a girl or a woman.
If my comment box is empty (likely scenario) I will take it the constituency does not
care and therefore it was a stupid thought.

I'll check back in two days...

cuntry music update...

2006-04-18T17:45:00.000-04:00

Hank III rocks!

land of the free-roaming humidity and booze

2006-04-17T13:25:00.000-04:00

i added some new bands to the too good for the grammys:
Gregory Stovetop, My Pet Dagon, Lamba and Clinic. I will also add Hank Williams Three as I bought
his new cd with a fancy virgin records megastore giftcard...

virgin records megastore...

virgin records megastore...

virgin records megastore...

i wish i had my own virgin records magastore...

i just realized i spelled virgin like virgen and i had
to replace all the e's with i's...

if i had my own virgin records megastore i would give
away fancy giftcards to street passers by so they would become
addicted to buying music in my store...

i would also reduce the prices of cd's as a cd is just a stupid peice of plastic
and some papers that are just gonna get fucked up and forgotten about over time...

they would be more like $10 so you can get 2 cd's with a $20 giftcard...

i would also change the name to virgen records megastore..

intro to drugs, chairs, and mudflaps

2006-04-14T17:50:00.000-04:00

some of you might've thought I was just kidding around but...

arnheim Lieber is working on a new blog

encounter with a portable folding table pt. 1

2006-04-07T17:25:00.000-04:00

A few weeks ago I couldn't resist asking a complete stranger if
I can take a picture of his folding table. At first he gave me the typical
New Yorker- I don't know you..why are you talking to me?!?!-look

that's his logo

..but he was a little eccentric himself and realized we are in the same
classification of weirdo-ness.
He designs t-shirts that he sells at union square and he couldn't be happier
owning such a fine peice of crappy furniture such as this...

So if you ever see this guy, buy one of his t-shirts...

The Problem is...

2006-04-07T11:52:00.000-04:00

..I really don't think people get
whats goin on in here. I will definely
keep this site, as to me its actually
an art peice in itself.

I get the feeling
however, that readers confuse my non-sensical
dialog with the rantings of a complete moron.

Which is, of course, halfway true.
Its actually a shout-out to one of my favorite
art movements dada with a little bit of fluxus flavor
and a pinch of impressionism (in the form of blurry photos)

but no worries...arnheim Lieber will never get too artsy-fartsy on ya'lll...

The proposed title for the so-called art blog is:

drugs, chairs, and mudflaps

it will be based more so on aL's philosophies on art
moreso than they typical art world gossip blather(vomit).

anyway...feedback is always encouraging.

This is dedicated...

2006-04-05T18:55:00.000-04:00

..to my man Travis!

This is the poster I was telling you about.
I thought I somehow lost the image file
but I actually saved it. Isn't it funny how sometimes
we think we're stupider than we really are?

Well, I hope you enjoy the picture as I am pretty sure
the poster no longer exists.

This blog doesn't seem to be very sucessful
so arnheim Lieber is thinking about creating an
art blog (something I said What do you think? i would never do)

They should...

2006-04-01T12:21:00.000-05:00

re-title this article:

"Bush makes sorry attempt to fix his fucked-up reputation as a shitty President"

Do the words...too little too late...stike anyone else as an appropriate response?

If that meant a cut in the presidential salary then it almost would make me happy.

We're at war people?!?!?! Who gives a shit about a measly Tax cut?

Today I saw...

2006-03-24T10:27:00.000-05:00

old people on a yellow school bus
i felt sorry for them

imagine being old and regressing
riding one of those stinky busses
modes of transportation used during
childhood

no control over where you go
being led

I can't wait till I'm
and old man

I'm gonna drive around in a muscle car
with my 24 year old girlfriend

I was...

2006-03-20T15:50:00.000-05:00

gonna write an awesome post that reports another
encounter with a great folding table!

...but I'm no longer in the mood.

I'll make it up to my non-existent reader base by
posting instead another comedy sound clip.

reaction

2006-03-19T16:56:00.000-05:00

Its obvious now

its over

the american dream has been realized
by wealthy europeans more so than
most americans

something went terribly wrong
but I guess its not my problem

finally a finish

strut your stuff..over there

2006-03-17T15:27:00.000-05:00

never was really safe

except for the time

but it doesn't matter anymore
anyways

stay over there

the end of tragedy/fantasy

2006-03-14T19:34:00.000-05:00

booga booga!

can you temple it?

2006-03-12T21:36:00.000-05:00

March is gonna be fucked up.
I know.
Archives of late?

Bells of showers
my mind is completely contorted

these people dont know what they're doing
they don't know why they are doing

Its all false
except for the pretension.
that part's real
for real

puzzled but not quite

2006-03-09T17:13:00.000-05:00

everything was like
"look at me!"

thats right, every single thing
the money was shoved in pockets
blood
carry over to me
an idea?
not quite

loss of words
confusion enhanced with
lack of desire

frozen

check your coat please.

rattlesnake fever, pitch black heaven, and coca-cola

2006-03-08T21:45:00.000-05:00

The blank eyed professionals
dimwitted as ever
preching sunday school thoughts of
past endeavors

as if they could relive their stupid
past
go home
go where?

Someplace I like to go
very far away
but worth it
these people don't exist there

avocado
el dorado
females

nothing, nothing

2006-03-04T19:15:00.000-05:00

now that i have your attention
i have to tell you

all those little brain bubbles
exploding in your head right now
I'm responsible for that
don't forget it
oops!

take your time

trying to be friendly
now

Your mind belongs to me.

2006-03-01T21:38:00.000-05:00

black lacquer, devo, and life in a fishtank

2006-02-24T20:50:00.000-05:00

don't be freaked out, its an water filtration sytem, not somebody urinating.
I'm gonna go off on some hallucinogenic surrealist bullshit now...
so please...don't mind me.

controlled by static fluids of untapped resources
they float

according to unfullfilled 80s bands
pissed off arrogants flaunt their cash
until its all gone.
peace

billed once too many times the fish cut off their own
heads

i knew a girl that was obsessed with fish heads
she drew them and made charts
i thought she was pretty cool but
she assumed I was hitting on her
i don't know maybe i was
even though she was a square

simple oce before
but forgotten and stolen
celebrating interconnectivity
was too long ago a pasttime
shoot, shoot, gone

was does that mean mr. b?

This is...

2006-02-21T18:33:00.000-05:00

... Hoyt-Schermerhorn, transfer available for the g-train, next stop is
Lafayette. Stand clear for closing doors.
Ding-dong!

Subway blog #1

2006-02-21T10:05:00.000-05:00

Long Island City
Queens New York
9:58 am
36th Street
V-train

Dinner can be so annoying.

2006-02-19T17:32:00.000-05:00

See what I mean?

Intro to sound.

2006-02-18T18:44:00.000-05:00

This could be something new. All I have to do is make a phone call. I can blog about nasty cold winterness in the nasty cold winterness. I can blog about the subway in the subway. I can have cameo appearances from unaware cashiers of local bodegas. This is gonna be fun!

best to stay underground...

2006-02-18T17:37:00.000-05:00

..and I'm not just saying that because of the fucked up weather in NYC.
That goes for all musicians who wish to maintain any sort of integrity.

After my Valentine's date I found a painting of flowers next to a pile of trash.

The grafitti says, "Marcy 4 life" and "Marcy is The Best Hood in Brooklyn"

Maybe if by "Best" they really mean "Fucking scary! You don't wanna be there late at night by yourself with out a firearm or a policeman handy." then thats a pretty accurate statement.

Curious looks?

well...I'm used to it.

Besides, its better than being ignored.

But maybe not, can never decide those sort of things...

Sometimes its just best to be left alone.

I added two new bands to the too fucking good for grammys list.
Kudu and Surgery.

21..22...23...32..

and don't forget Eighty-six.

All about the love...

2006-02-14T18:30:00.000-05:00

For Valentines Day I'm gonna compile an abbreviated list of things I love:

Thing #1

strange peices of glassware that make the world look all geometric and patterny
when you put them in front of your eye.

I made a video installation based on a glass paperweight that broke but I kept the footage anyways.

Thing #2

Containers within containers. An interesting concept that usually appears when collections of garbage or recyclable items are being saved for future use or disposal.

Coca-cola is good for the environment?

Thing #3

Baked goods.

As you can see the chocolate cake depicted in this here picture did not last long enough to get photographed.

and thats what happens!

Ok, now I'm gonna go try to find me a date for this evening before she finds someone else to go out with...

Rocking out with violins and shit!

2006-02-10T11:30:00.000-05:00

I saw She Keeps Bees last night and she has the voice of an angel and she's always mubling things like, "What the fuck is goin on?" between her songs, and its always such a fucking freaking awesome delight to hear/see her play.

...then me and Ms. Jones invented a new holiday!

Samtsirhc!

***more details about this un-magical holiday that involves not-gifts, un-presents, and twister will be sure to come***

Winter chill

2006-02-09T17:16:00.000-05:00

If you are on the Grammys, you automatically suck!
If you watch the Grammys, that automatically means you're gay!
Fuck the Grammys, there is no good music on that shit.
I'm gonna start adding good bands to my sidebar peice of shit thing.

Cold weather makes me grumpy...

"...because they don't have any feelings." -k. cobain

2006-02-07T13:13:00.000-05:00

What are they thinking?
Imbred fish for sushi and sashimi.
For what, redneck yuppifucks?

This is what really gets me, "Scientists have tricked male fish cells that were destined to become sperm into switching sex and becoming eggs instead."

They trick the male fish eggs? How?

Male fish egg: "I don't know...sounds kinda weird to me.."

Scientist:"Ah cmon! All you have to do is wear this dress. I promise you won't be called gay, but you might get pregnant!

Male fish egg: "I don't have to wear make-up, do I?"

Scientist: "Not if you don't want to!"

Male fish egg: "Oh...ok.."

I gotta scientific oddity for ya..

ding dong the wretched sweet kanga-rat!

Up for adoption, he needs a good home.

Contact Kurt Cobain for more information.

Year of the Roog!

2006-02-03T10:00:00.000-05:00

Last night I had dreams about derailed subway cars and unusual shopping habits.

Before I fell asleep I wrote a list of all my problems.

This morning I thought of a great idea for a drawing.

Damn!
I have to get some work done today.