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There is no why.

When police asked him why he walked on a wire between the two towers of the WTC in NY, Philippe Petit  said, “There is no why.”

Philippe Petit, 1974.

An action of beauty and wit, explaining it is absurd. But humans desire explanations.

I did a series of B&W photographs in my junior year in art school. They were done with a bellows medium-format camera (basically macro photography with a very short depth of field). Only one small part was in focus, and the rest was a lovely, warping fuzz. I photographed everyday objects, concentrating on shape and light, rendering the objects unrecognizable. During the critique, many classmates were frustrated and wanted to know what the objects were. I refused to say, because if I did that, they would never be able to see them the right way again, without context. That was the whole point of the photos, anyway.

There’s beauty and freedom in suspending your reason. Silliness and random enthusiasm are baffling to many, but are gratifying ends in themselves. Here’s to no why.

“If you have to ask what jazz is, you’ll never know.” – Louis Armstrong

“One must not wish first to understand and then to feel. Art does not tolerate Reason.” – Albert Camus

Posted in Dreams.

Small

When we go out into the world, we have many opportunities to discover new ideas, new products, and yes, even new species. Next time you find yourself in the park or a public toilet stall, look around and see if there are new things to observe and learn.

On a recent outing to a local shop, I was lucky enough to see the reclusive and hard-to-spot microsaur, specifically a demibrontosaur. The demibronto lives wherever it fits. You may see it in a child’s sneaker, a fish tank, or hiding in the grass near a bus stop.

The demibrontosaur inhabits nooks and display cases.

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Flight and Fall

I’m remembering the reasons I went to art school, ten long years ago. The main one was that I was unhappy in my office job, and I wanted to do/make/think things that were of interest to me. Quitting the job and starting school was the #1 Best Thing I Did this past decade.

And now I’m back in an office job. How did this happen? I grew frustrated with the art department’s philosophy, the emphasis on solipsism and narrative. My projects were often deemed “too subtle,” which was both frustrating and very funny. The concepts were not subtle, but the presentation required viewer participation. Subtle? Sure. But fun. Memory, time, light, etcetera. And the absurdity of art.

Things happened, I got divorced, left Denver, and returned to Seattle. Finished my degree here, in French (hard to transfer for the final year of study on a BFA).

And: job.

2002, Untitled Screenprint (the Dream of Flight)

Humans are very easy to trap.

Need: housing, health care, food, clothing, basics.

Your time and labor can be exchanged for money.

This can cause fatigue of the body and mind, which makes alternatives seem infeasible.

It’s a simple thing, and subtle. At some point, you realize you’ve been working in an office job for far too long. Images of metamorphoses and bank tellers, Brazil, and Being John Malkovich.

The dream of flight. Der Traum vom Fliegen. Try again.

Posted in Dreams.

Another rough mix of Malkah’s music…

Click here for musics -> What You Do

A rough mix from the upcoming Mountain Kids Fantasy CD. Listen, and enjoy. Here is a picture for you to look at:

Painted by an audience member during the show.

Posted in Dreams.

True Histories, Sitting Stand

America has always been home to the entrepreneurial spirit, that spark that makes a person create new ideas, new designs, and new products for others to purchase and enjoy. It is just one of the things that makes this large nation so wide. In researching inventors and patents in the early part of this century, one thing stood out, or sat out, because of one man who stood by his principles, which were to sit down.

Gromule: "Mobile Back Shoes"

I’m talking, of course, about Stallinger, OR, a place where nobody stood alone, but everyone sat together.

It all began with a desire to see the world from the perspective of a child. Inventor Raoul Gromule remembered the joy and curiosity he felt as a young man. He remembered being fascinated by the simplest of things: a grasshopper, a butterfly, a stone from a river, worn smooth by years of water. Working in an office, and feeling the daily crush of responsibility and uncertainty, he spent his lunch breaks conjuring new ideas and inventions to break the monotony and bring joy into his and others’ lives.

One day, after standing too long in line at the bank, his frustration drove him to go and sit on a rock that had been warmed by the sun. That would always be his eureka moment, he would later tell his wife, and anyone else who would listen. That was the moment he realized that sitting down was the key.

By sitting down, he reasoned, not only were his feet more comfortable, but his perspective was lower. This literally changed the way he looked at the world.

His early experiments were rough, and he designed what he called Decliners, or Mobile Back Shoes (pictured above). The only drawbacks with this design were the need for someone to push the other person, not to mention the amount of dirty laundry it produced. Being of a kind and generous nature, he wanted all to be able to enjoy sitting equally, so any device that required a standing assistant was not to his liking.

"Being taller, that's the way."

Like every great mind, he had his share of critics. The kid down the block, Bernie Oldschul, insisted that he was wrong, and that being higher up was the key to happiness. Bernie, pictured at left, climbed trees, stood on the tops of cars, and wore his mother’s high heels in secret, all in an effort to be taller, which seemed to make him happy, bless his little heart.

Perhaps they were both right. Perhaps a combination of sitting and standing, shortening and heightening, maybe that’s the real truth, a truth we may never know.

Raoul retired early, at 44 years old, after inventing a new kind of toilet seat.  Bernie hit his growth spurt at 16 and moved to New York, where he pursued a career on the stage as a female impersonator. Both men, so different, and yet so alike, contributed in their unique ways to the thread that makes up the fabric of this great nation of ours. Who knows, maybe one day we’ll all have the option to sit or stand as we please? One thing is certain. While we may sit down some of the time, we sometimes fly in our dreams. And in airplanes.

Posted in True History.

True Histories, Baby, Boom!

Bergton, MN, is off the beaten track, but history buffs know it as The Town That Went Too Far, But Not Far Enough, If You Ask Some People. We did not interview those other people, so we can stop before that last comma.

Bergton: a town named for a Berg somewhere, Anyplace, USA. Or, the perfect location for a quiet invasion on US soil. An invasion by…babies. Regular readers will note that we at Why Is a Mouse When It Spins have focused several times on what is known as the “tiny menace.” They are cute, sure, but that is what makes them the very best spies, the most deadly of enemies, and the most horrifying of threats to our way of life.

If we look back, the creeping, crawling invasion is easy to track. The post-war baby boom was the perfect cover under which to launch this infiltration on our great nation. Recent studies have shown that over 45.2% of all US babies born in 1947 were, in fact, spies. The photo at left shows one such baby, put under house arrest for subversive activities.

Sadly, nothing can be done about those spy babies born in earlier, more innocent times. But today, researchers and defense contractors alike strongly advise new parents to watch their children closely for any of the following: signs of communist sympathizing, including willingness to share toys; odd use of language (so-called baby talk may actually be coded reports); or “playing” with satellite technology to contact the Motherland.

It is up to us, the post 9/11 generation, to watch the babies as closely as possible. Watch them. Just look at them. LOOK at them. Only together, standing strong,  can we guard against the toddling menace that waits to, first, learn to speak, then, to walk, then one day, to take over our very world.

Posted in True History.

Look, listen, learn.

Many of you know that I make music. I make music in a solo fashion (links to the right) as well as in what is known as a “rock band.” We could be described as “alternative.” You will find the band site here www.mountainkidsfantasy.com and there, you are welcome to  listen, look, and learn in a whole other way.

In the mean time, I would like to share with you a newish song of which I am rather proud. Listen, and turn it up, for Pete’s sake.

Strike Two Stones

And here is a photo for your enjoyment:

Posted in Dreams.

True Histories, Bay of Largess

1932 was the year. The location is unknown, as witnesses are still in protective custody since the incident. But some people, people who prefer not to talk about it, are known to call it the Bay of Largess.

Giants built this field

To hear people tell it, it’s a small world. But one day in April, the world got a little smaller, when something large came to play.

At left is the only extant photo of the incident. The only thing that is certain is that, at least for a moment, there was a very large baby. One might call it a Bigaby, or a Giainfant. Whatever you call it, it’s huge. The small trees in the background attest to this.

How big, you ask? Very. Very, very big.

Posted in True History.

True Histories, Part 7


Fig. 1: Clothesliners

Did you know that there are many different New Year traditions around the world? It might also surprise you that one of the most important of them has been lost to the histories of time, and only recently rediscovered. I am talking, of course, about the Clotheslining of the Bulls in Linningham, NE, a tradition that originated, and ended, in the subject of this week’s True History.

As our nation emerged from the filth and the chaos of the 19th Century, it had a lot of laundry to do. Linningham, NE, was there to do its part in helping with the drying. The foresight of the city planners in planting all trees the optimal distance apart to test clotheslines (12-19 feet), put Linningham in the perfect position to take up the thread of history and accommodate this very specific industry. With such a natural resource at hand, Linningham became synonymous with dryness.

The factory, Charles A. McLinusberg’s Line Shop and Grille, doubled as a small diner. Clotheslines were manufactured Monday through Friday, then tested all weekend by the town housewives. Figure 1 shows a group of women testing the tensile strength of a Linningham Classic. Happy just to be included in such an important effort, they worked in exchange for these top-drawer clotheslines.

A Line on the Future

As with so many cottage industries, the Linningham factory shut down with the emergence of more efficient means of drying clothes, such as laundry services and child labor. Though the factory was put out of business, the diner remains open to this day, and the line cooks are happy to tell you all about their town’s rich lineage.

So, the next time you pick up your laundry from the shop down the street, think of Linningham, the town with a line on the future!

Posted in True History.

Papierzoologia

As some of you may know, I went to Art School. This is important because it informs my use of language when discussing drawings, sculpture, and your family snapshots. It is also important because that is the place I first learned about papierzoologia.

Driger, usually found in the hilly lowlands.

Papierzoologia is the study of or obsession with paper and lifeforms that exist only in paper form. It was a popular hobby for bachelors during the 17th through early 19th Centuries, but waned as photography and prostitution became more practical.

A rare shot of a hunting Gulvine.

The most common application of papierzoologia was to keep cartographers from charting the location of your store of hooch, or spirits*, by making them think that Drigers were prevalent in the very same area. This made accurate or detailed mapping impossible.

*It was not until the early 20th Century that your store of booze was discovered.

It was believed by many that stalling the efforts of mapmakers was in the best interest of everyone, as the less that was charted, the more there was to be discovered.

One man in particular, Mr. Joseph Rayonne of Clairbetters, MA, believed this so strongly that he took to damaging or hiding all rulers, compasses, and eyeglasses in town. While this did not inconvenience any mapmakers, since none were in residence, it did allow for a very circular traffic system to develop.

The Vicenecked Heelbird isn't into that.

Mr. Rayonne was more outspoken than most, however, and the majority of people were satisfied with learning about all of the wondrous animals on paper.

In conclusion, many animals exist, and many more do not. It is the role of men and women of leisure to study the latter.

The Terrierer is not recommended as a guide dog.

Posted in Dreams, Lifeforms, True History.