I’m about to start a new gallery. It will include all the new stuff I do this year. Any requests? My aim is to provide visions of this period. I will honor all comments, and produce art based on these and my vision. Lately, I have developed a love for digital art. Not that I’ll ever put down the paintbrush, but I’m enjoying what I can do here. Unlike in the past, photography and painting no longer need be different practices. This also allows me to collaborate with other artists, even if they’re across the world! For what I’m looking to accomplish, this is great! There are very few surrealists hanging out in one town. Guess that is how it ought to be. Meet with a surrealist in Iraq, and you can bet we’ll be on the same page, but with fresh input. That’s just how this works, and I’m loving It!
I hope that soon, I will be playing “The Exquisite Corpse”, with surrealists all over the world! We could create a great work together, and share the profits based on our contributions! I haven’t worked out all the details yet, but soon I will.
World wide collective art could just be the thing to bring us all together!
Getting together is really a must now. The revolution can not be won in one town or country anymore. Our new goal is the globe. Our problems hurt everyone on this planet, and vice-versa. Solutions solve problems no matter where they come from.
The first step is to abolish Nationalism!
This is not a call to abolish nations. Matter of fact, we respect the ethics of every nation, and believe that by creating a global solidarity, all may benefit by the freedom of being and celebrating who they are.
Isolationism just doesn’t work. It Seldom did in the past, and in todays world, it’s a joke! In order to create world union and peace, a socialism of individualists must be created. This is where the Bolshevik Revolution went wrong. Many of the ideals were good, but excluding the individual from the equation allowed dictators to flourish, and even with new ideas, it became business as usual.
By putting the individual in the center of the global dynamic, we can come to a point of abolishing leaders completely, and therefore, become able to relate to the world better. War will still be war, peace will still be peace, but the consumer of anything that happens will be the collective individual. By this I hope to unify Capitalism, Communism, and all that lie in between, by opening up the world to free discussions and trade. As an artist, I do this through art.
For anyone who has yet to figure it out, artists are universal ambassadors. Anyone around the world can feel the touch of Minnie Evans. You can perceive the freedom, joy and simple love of a great person. You don’t need to vote for her president. It’s about unique, straight from the heart transmission. That is what I’m striving for on this site
I’m invoking the community of the world, to become involved with the rights, concerns, desires and dreams of all people. I’m beginning this by asking for your input.
Once in awhile I like to do a creative cooking post. The subject of today is cooking chitterlings. This is my favorite chitterling recipe. I developed it about a year ago. Chitterlings are a delicious food when cooked right! Unlike pasta or popcorn, they are not a ten minute dinner. Note: for people who do not eat pork, beef intestines or stomachs[tripe ], may be used. Be aware that tripe is tougher, and requires longer cooking to tenderize.
1. One gallon cleaned chitterlings. 2. A pot large enough to fit the chitterlings in, with at least two inches from the contents to the top of pot. 3. just enough water to soak the chitterlings. 4. One half cup salt. 5. one tablespoon black pepper. 6. One half cup red wine vinegar.7. Two tablespoons curry, two tablespoons cumin. 8. four cups heavy cream. 9. one cup finely chopped Vidalia onion. 10. two cups shredded cheddar. 11. One cup grated parmesan.
I cook my chitterlings twice, and for two reasons. First, chitterlings can be quite tough, if not given adequate cooking time. The first cooking contains a high amount of salt, which I use to add flavor, and get rid of some of the err..”wild taste.” Secondly, intestines are the home of many forms of bacteria, some of which are harmful, so I prefer to handle raw chitterlings as little as possible. After being cooked, they are safe to cut and clean. Speaking of cleaning, I don’t remove all the skirts, though you may if you like. To me, it still tastes good, and twice cooking removes a lot of fat. I like to keep as much of what I buy as possible. Chitterlings shrink a lot.
The first five ingredients are for the first cooking, except for the pot, which can be used for the whole thing! The last six ingredients are used in the second cooking. Let’s begin…
Pour the thawed chitterlings into the pot. If the fluid is ample to cover them, skip the water part. You will probably need some. Next, add salt and pepper to water. Cook on a low heat, stirring at least every five minutes to prevent the bottom from sticking and burning. As the chitterlings shrink, they will give off more fluid. When water starts to bubble, cover pot, and allow to simmer at least thirty minutes. Continue to stir every five minutes or so. A give away as when to stir, is that a covered pot will boil harder, and probably overflow. When the boiling water rises, uncover and stir well. After Thirty minutes, you may remove a piece, and check it’s tenderness. The chitterlings are now safe to eat, but might still be tough. They don’t need to be really tender, yet. They will be cooked again. Still, if it’s hell to chew a piece, I would advise more time. When they meet your approval for “half way done”, pour the contents into a large strainer, and rinse until cool enough to touch. Cut chitterlings into bite sized pieces, and retain in a bowl or tray. Time to make the sauce!
The last of the ingredients are all for making the sauce. Pay attention to these well, as the final product depends on them. Moving on…
Pour the half cup vinegar into the cooking pot. Add the chopped onions. Bring heat to high and continue until vinegar starts boiling. Reduce to low. Add the heavy cream, curry and cumin. Stir well. the cream will curdle. Add chitterlings. Increase heat only enough to get back to a simmer. Reduce heat, add cheeses, stir well and cover. Stir again every five minutes again for thirty minutes, but it’s very important that the chitterlings don’t come back to a rolling boil, otherwise, the cheese and curds could burn. Turn off heat, stir once more, and keep covered. If you are not planning on eating now, allow the dish to cool covered before refrigeration. Serve about fifteen minutes after removing from heat. The cheese will coat and flavor the chitterlings well.
Once I tried an experiment, and added to the sauce the powdered cheese from a mac-n-cheese box. The results were quite awesome. The same is true if adding queso sauce. Each modification yields specific results, yet my original recipe is almost carb free, and very safe for those on low carb diets.
PS! Speaking of low carb diets, wouldn’t you low carbers love a good bowl of ramen? You can. Go to an Asian food store, and buy a bag or two of shredded pork skins. They look similar to cooked ramen noodles, taste great, and are carb free! Just thaw, you won’t even need to cook, just add your favorite sauce, raging hot, and stir in! Peace Y’all!
Hanging out at a rave party, which often is the only scene around to party with artists, and well… have a little fun. The air is thick and smoky, with the occasional hint of sex and patchouli. Hanging out, almost draped onto a large round table, talking in code to two of my friends, and watching vintage porn. Not sure if it’s sunset, or early sunrise, but hints of light invade a nearby window, it’s dusty curtains haphazardly parted. Naked girls are running around the room, and though I wish to interact with them, I’m trapped, hopefully just for now, in the conversation and smog. One of my friends jumps up from the table and screams, ” What’s the use, We’re dying! Can’t you see it? Can’t you feel it?”
I could. I was so thirsty, with this strange metallic feeling-taste in my throat. The girls pelted him with caresses, and he jerked away and left. I thought, “Good, less sausage in this convention!” Honestly, I found it difficult to shake the potency of his outburst!
The other friend at the table had his head drooped firmly on a placemat, his eyes open wide, expressionless, mouth agape, while feeling the curvy form of a girl whose beauty aroused me with brutal clarity. Suddenly we had a power failure. The tv-internet , lights went off, and all that was left was a chirpy little radio, tucked into a bunch of ruffled sheets, and the tune from it filled my mind. “It’s true,” I said, “We are waiting for a miracle.” Feeling near the point of nausea, I got up from the table when the girl, who was formerly feeling up my friend, arose, and asked me, “What is the miracle you’re waiting for?”
I tried my best to answer, but everything in me pleaded to escape. I thought about my blood pressure, and how I forgot to take my pill. I thought about the impermanence of my life, and considered it could end soon. I wondered if drinking more could help, at least for now. Especially, I concocted, that I had to get that booty, and it might be my last! I told her, ” I think that miracle is you.”
The light of day caught my attention from the window. I became so aware of my cheesy answer, and decided to apologize when the girl grabbed me, and walked me to the next room. We made out crazy and hard! It was a time of beautiful filthy abandonment. We scavenged the room for unfinished drinks, or whatever. We were very dirty, covered in whatever the floor provided, plus each other, just to say the least. I started feeling tired and heavy, but otherwise, pretty good.
We took turns, massaging each other, and telling stories. Hours passed in a swirl of fractals. I found myself often touching her lips, rubbing my fingers on her teeth and gums, feeling totally absorbed by her. Heaviness set in, and my world sank into a beautiful buzzing vibration, from which I concluded that I could connect with all things. her heavy scent so comforting, as I felt myself dying.
Noise burst the stillness, and our friends broke into the room with beers, and all manor of party favors. It was night again! I felt confused, but the depression and futility of yesterday were both gone. You know, that feeling that it’s too late to feel anything? That’s just how I felt.
That sexy young girl wrapped around me turned, looked into my eyes, and said, “Hi, I’m Sara. Sam, your miracle came true, you are still alive!”
Oh, those lovely moments when beauty and horror unite to become so deliciously edible! So wonderful when simplicity, paranoia, lust and spirituality meet to create a new and perfected form, pulsing, erotic, and so real.
Yes, Sara’s explanation of a miracle sounded a bit cheesy, as did mine, yet in both put together, there was great profundity! As individuals, we both live in self created worlds. In this, at least I confess to taking pride in. We are expanding aberrations within a collapsing universe. We seek alliance with others in order to share a broader field with kindred souls.
Yes, miracles do occur. Often they go un-noticed because we didn’t hear a booming voice say, “Your wish is granted!” That is because, in this reality, we create the miracles. They come true when our “mojo” is good. What I mean by that, is our personal power. It is an attribute, the same as physical strength, and it grows when we share it with others in a similar way that muscles grow in a gym.
I’m an introvert, and as such, it’s much easier for me to let my personal power shrink, because the arrows of my consciousness frequently point in. In one way this is good, because I can find the time to perfect my personal truth. The bad part is that I could just as easily die of starvation while in a month long lucid dream!
For me, in the short periods I connect with others, I save my life! I give infinite props to all my friends who tolerate a person who disappears now and then.
I dip out because I have important self work to do, but often find it hard to get back in. At times like these, I have to revert to imbibing in all kinds of stuff, just in order to come out and see the world again! It can get really weird.
So, just a short time ago, two people became friends, and likely saved each others lives. Hope somebody, or even anyone, gets the point.
Whatever it means, I’m still alive!
Arrived at work this evening at 6:30 Pm. I work late night shifts. My boss was in a good mood, friendly, relaxed, and conversational. I felt good too, but in a strange way. Often, I find my head so loaded with things that I’m counting the hours until I can get back to my priorities, which are my site, and Wealthy Affiliate. Good goals, don’t get me wrong, but hoping for the passing of hours is a little unhealthy. I didn’t need to coax myself into feeling good today, it just was programmed into my auto pilot mode. Pretty cool, huh? Why this happened, I’m not sure, but for whatever reasons it did, it was well appreciated.
From the moment I arrived at work, I was filled with funny, spontaneous remarks to my co workers. My remarks surprised me, because they sounded like they came from another person. Nothing was loaded into anything I said tonight, or in my interactions, just free flowing conversations. Everything was easier, though nothing had changed from the night before. I just liked everyone better, felt where they were coming from more, and paid attention to everything in an interested state of mind.
The best part was that I got to know a lot of my co workers better. It’s amazing what happens when you open yourself to a flow.
I noticed that a friend of mine was going through a bit of a hard spot, nothing big, just random life frustrations. I picked up on it, and just listened. Found myself very excited that I knew exactly what was going on!
How, I asked, how anyone might ask, everything was just clear. I remembered openings in my life before, such as this, when I began zen training. It has been awhile though. The hardest part of attaining an active Samadhi is that you have to work for it very hard, yet only will you find it when you are not looking!
I wasn’t! Today started off as a regular day for a most ordinary guy.
It ended in a most Extraordinary way!
I was left without conflicts, and who can ask more?
We are Starships lost in space, interacting with others though we really cannot receive any teaching on this subject that will really touch the mind of a “lone star state”. We ride through our lives with only random points of intersection with others. These few touchings are so important though. They mark the difference between war and peace. they even control how long many of us will live.
“With and Without”, is the law of a lonesome land, where the best that the horizon offers is overtaking. Wars won, instead of lost.
There are no wars here, only ideas, actions, and experiences. The hardest part of it all is you cannot remain here. Sorry to say, you can’t. That’s a good reason for the rest of reality to exist.
These moments are achieved through blood, tears, and a willingness of anyone to enter the apex, which holds two possibilities as truth! When you enter the apex, war and peace are friends. Everything leads to every other thing in a chain of kindness.
This is the miracle of art! There are no enemies here, just one thing leading to another. Yesterday’s storm becomes a back drop for todays peace, and the whole are but waves in an ocean of mind.
Should we want it any other way? I don’t know, but I don’t think we have an option, except perhaps… hell.
I was free of all of that today, and it was good. Today was a pretty good day.
Hello All. I’m doing something a little different today. The purpose of this post is for you to tell the world about you, your religion, why you chose it, what your religion has to offer the world, and what it means for you today to belong to your faith. In other words, you are the entire point of this post!
There are no wrong or right answers, I’m looking for conduits of divinity. Be true to yourself, and there will be no way that your input will not help all who view it.
This world needs help! Within months, the status of immigrants could change brutally! Right wing extremists are attacking Islam as the author of terrorist attacks. This age could become the age of witch hunts. Another scenario could occur. We could expose our views to one another, discover for ourselves the truth in all creeds, while eliminating the skeletons packed into so many of our closets.
Word on the street says you’ve done dirt!