Hi there. Looks like you made it at last.
I figure you, to you, are I.
Or you can be you, and I'm I, like always, too.
I'm a writer; a book, web, game, and graphics designer,
an editor & publisher, and a front-end developer.
If you see stuff here you like (the link 'Work, damnit'
gives you all my
thoughts and process and stories and so forth) and want to touch base
about cahootsing, my code numbers are
jackostalk @ gmail . com.
If you want my recent visual portfolio. Well. There it is.
It strikes me that most people want to know what you do when they land on your site. That's natural. It's a great way to get the general scope of a fella.
Work is one thing.
Then too: I love waffles with cottage cheese and syrup; I resonate with Jai Paul,
J Roddy Walston, & palo santo, the Great Stretch, earth-love, mushrooms & soil.
I dig recycling, using what's there, and a clean edge to everything.
When I watch shows, I choose
Mad Men, movies: Il Postino, True Romance,
A Goofie Movie, Hackers.
That being said, I prefer a book. Those are listed elsewhere.
I love my family! And I love presents, especially surprises. Actually I love scaring
people too, which isn't a surprise.
I'm oft off-topic, because that's where magic exists.
I have built or made: brands, collateral & color schemes & style guides, site comps & sites proper (I even made this one and I've made:) email templates, haunted houses, clothing & costumes, zombie-make-up, a set of curtains, my bed, many times; book covers, book innards, book shelves; shrines, wall-art, floor-art, string-art; I've made furniture, desks, living spaces; game-worlds, rules, maps, boards; I love building compost-heaps & compost-bins. I've done illustrations. I've written poems, Jesus, tons of poems. I've read those poems. I've read short-stories that I wrote. I've made bad decisions, probably 50/50 good/bad, and I've made eggs, many many mornings. I'm getting quite good, unabashedly.
I've never made a litterbug go back and pick up their trash, but Mother!,
someone shall be dealt what reckoning has gathered in this holy fist.
I can use my hands and my mind, oh yes!
A job, some sense of ritual. The Family Reunion 2018. September's hopeful trip to France. Leather-bound publications. Or linen-bound.
Write 3 books, run for political office, get into space.
Gene Wolfe, The Tao Te Ching
, Carl Sagan, Don Quixote
, Gravity's Rainbow
, Infinite Jest
, Principles of 2D Design
, Paul Rand, Elements of Typographic Style
, The Little Prince
, Houdini, Robin Hood, The Sword of Shannara
, John McPhee, Gravity's Rainbow
, Maya Angelou and Dave Chapelle.
Rob Strange VI, Mr. Kennedy, Dad and Mom, easy. Dan Braha’s voice and line breaks, Stephen’s honest tweets. Alyssa in shape, in heart, goodness!, in eyes. Matthew for the response perpeteuelle. Chase’s dot drawings and Lady K's squirming smile. My brother knows it and says it, now. My other brother DWM of many nicks, and Joseph Who Does It With The Utmost Everytime. Chelsea Moll, Presentation, primary. HazYaz, JB Gone-Wanderin, Good-Grief Grefe and Wheel call me Krill call me Whale call me anytime you want; Pants n'Henholds, Jessie S, Lyla Oh-Sigh-What-Eyes Weiss; Linda & Duane in their Hauntorium; Cody Oskosh and AP-Status and Troy & Keercakes & Norskadorsk—Lafayette! Hell, I love Swiss-Miss Chris & Viet-gone Paul; my-God, Myr Longshanks! Et Crawdaddy Bonehandlin, his lovely wife HMSO; Chad. Loguesa. HDotYDot Lone-Rose Lethalm and Stephanie Rose-Helm who've both literally been spotted casting spells, and Erica who’s me, elsewhere. Paula who was me, but went elsewhere. Paulo who is that self through the wormhole. And black holes, those are unknown but known influences, known loves. I love the Evanses and the Macintoshes and the Mitchells and the Yazdis and the Kopels and certain sets of the Kennedys; I love the rest of the Bozekowskis too, and the Westerlinds, we’re abroad, man, and my Grandma has her hand over it all making sure the dough stays tight and my Grandpa, he plucks at the dough to make sure she’s not too sure of herself. My friends from so far back they’re like capital N Names: Chenfei Lu and Farres Ahmed and Chih Tsung Kao and Isaac Shapiro (doubt he remembers me)—they were at a mix of my birthdays—Muffuyu San. (Hated balloon poppings). And, shit, I mean what it boils down to is everyone I’ve experienced something with, bad or good, we all fuse into one thing, and no matter how much ink I’ve got or how fast my spit recalibrates my tongue, I’ve loved it all, in the rightest way. I’m excited, people. We got this once and we’re doing it right. Onwards.
I think the Earth needs less companies and more pals; that no matter
how much 'fueling the economy' and 'grinding it out' sound powerful and important,
that the landscape, like an overfucked hen, has seen quite enough of it, thank you.
And I think sometimes it's not about more screaming and acting and
stomping and chanting and buying and making and creating; thinking and revising
extant matter and thought can be enough.
Look, I think the only way to get rid of debt is to pay it back.
We don't have to hate being responsible.
I believe honesty inspires. I believe humility is hard but attainable; that breath brings patience and patience breeds silence and in silence we can find perfect communication with a world much larger and more satiating than society's manufacture.
I am happy in love and will remain so.