Best pejorative statement made about me in ages—if not ever, actually. Before anyone jumps to my defense with ruffled feathers and queries of “Who said that? I’ll cut the bitch…” ad nauseum, R E L A X. I mean, come on: if I couldn’t handle it, do you think I’d go to the trouble to throw mad props in a blog HEADER?

Besides, it was I who went looking for it. I could have opted to stay in my comfortable little bubble of positive-reinforcement-via-friend-comments among the trio of social networking sites in which I participate. But when the third friend of mine directed me to what I anticipated would be a really dispiriting site? I could have chosen outright denial rather than its inverse: research. Snooping. Checking to see what the tornado sirens via email were goin’ on about.

So, about this “site”? I suppose that technically it’s not an actual “site,” but rather a community among a certain public journal where like-minded individuals are able to converge.


This one just happens to have—oh, an audience of around four thousand. There are over two thousand confirmed members, and almost as many who are listed as “watch[ing].”

It’s a private group, which I respect (to each his [cliché], et cetera). To reiterate: that’s one of the reasons why it took three different friends emailing me alerts (along with access info) about shit-talking for me to exert the time and energy to log-in.

And now that I'll be heading out in-- oh, 28 hours or so (if the counting-on-my-fingers was correct!)

What started with this image as its genesis:
Not the siiiiick-ass "Family Portrait" series snapped by Nhat Nguyen,

What I mean...

The secret lies herein:
Those were but an after-thought

(Though a high-larious one rife with hyperbole, I Full & Openly Admit)


Sculptor and photographer glenn kaino took a 'Big Shot' Polaroid in hand
and fired off solos:

Perhaps you've heard of a guy known by the moniker 'Andy Warhol'?
(Not that I, Clint Catalyst, would advocate one changing his birth name...)

Well, he was particularly fond of this model and make.
So much so, in fact, that some of his subjects outlived their proverbial "15 [NOPE, CAN'T EVEN SAY IT]":

This World Wide Waste of Time? Sure, the sense of immediacy is somewhat magic, gratifying.

But I'm a big fan of printed matter. I can hold it in my lap, hear the crack of the spine, smell each flip of the pages:

Unlike a URL, it has a life of its own that I don't feel is fleeting—here today, gone...

Well,

After shrugging off another year of youth that passed on the 8th (shared with Vivienne Westwood and Jacques Brel, thanks), super-socialite Rich Royal and the twisted talent known as Jared Gold convinced me there'd been a call to order: I was gonna celebrate, dang it, whether or not I wanted to!