Happy Halloween

     I've already seen a couple of costumes early in the day.  People in San Francisco love Halloween with extreme enthusiasm.
     I just got back from the cafe, working on my drawings.  I am happy how they are coming along.
     Nice to just work with a pencil and eraser.  The art making process is reduced to the absolute minimum.  From there, a lot of creativity can happen.  However, drawing is really hard, and requires concentration of the highest order.
     Drawing and painting on a huge easel, where you are standing, and working with charcoal and paint is amazing to do, but I am not exactly set up for that.  I am starting to think about using other spaces that are available to me.  They are temporary situations.  I have to clean up after I am done, I prefer to be able to leave things around, but that is okay for this.  I will go in there, make my art, draw a picture or paint, document it with a photo, and get out of there.  It is the only way for me to work large at this point.  My current studio is filled to the brim.
     It would be really nice if what I did mattered.  That would be really nice.  It's been a struggle to get anyone to care about my work, even with my own family, but they are coming around little by little.  They are beginning to see that I do a lot of work, and maybe they shouldn't take that for granted anymore.  So, once I convince my family that I am an artist, maybe I can convince others, which is another uphill journey.
     Youtube has been pleasant for me, making videos, and getting responses.  Just the fact that people can see my work finally makes it feel that I am not working in a complete vacuum separate from humanity.
     I am getting hits.  Nice.
     Now the problem is to get paid.
     Well, that is a problem.
     I have an overhead.  My studio costs $350 a month.  Manageable, but I have other expenses like transportation, and food.
     The idea from long ago was to make paintings and sell them.  How romantic of me.
     Since that didn't work, I've taken on a variety of part-time jobs over the years, usually at minimum wage.  This allows me to make my art, and work on my stuff without getting too absorbed into a job, which in my case, just eats away at my soul.
     So, I have to produce something that makes money.  Eeeek.  Or get a real job.  Or....provide a service to people, and have clients.  Or....I don't know.
     I just want to have a good day, a nice and pleasant one, but then, here comes a practicing electrical guitarist next door.  Just hideous is his talent, as are most of the musicians down in my studio area.  I've documented samples of their playing and have put it on youtube, but I don't know what good that does, except to show  how much they make me suffer, haha.  They seem to do a lot of experimentation without knowing a whole lot about music.  The theme seems to be with bands down here is 'discord'.   They also lack the talent to just play with pure energy and simple driving chords like a punk band.  It is all some kind of low-brow alternative mess they are trying to create.  I've seen a lot of good musicians down in The Mission area, and the people in this building are not it.  I am glad they have a hobby to keep themselves busy, but unfortunately, I have to listen to it.  Hey, sometimes it is good, the noise keeps me awake and working, but I just wish I could really jam out to what they are playing.  They are not very skilled with their instruments, and after a couple of years, I have heard little improvement, which is a testament to the fact that they are not growing as musicians too well.  It's all the same old crap they are playing even now.  I feel bad for them, and even worse for me.
     Anyway, I am enjoying writing this blog.  It doesn't matter to me much if people read it now or years later.  Part of the function of this blog is to document what I do.  I wrote in notebooks and typed my little heart out for twenty years, and no one has ever really seen that material, and they never will, as a lot of it is lost.
     The meaning of the age I live in is not lost on me.  Artists used to write journals that no one would see until after the artist died.  I can write a blog and have it available instantly.  Wow.
     I can also make a drawing, photograph it with my digital camera, and post it right away.  The trick at that point is to get people to look, but I've found that people do in their own time, just like I do with other people's stuff.  It takes time, people have lives.  It is a game of patience.  But yeah, in the meantime, I need to get paid.  I can't afford to sit around and wait for people, I have to get out there and do it.
     All I want to do is be an artist.  I need some patrons or a legitimate job or something.  Or some commission work, which is not my favorite thing.
     There is a will, so there is a way.  All I have to do is find it.
     Time to make a new path.

     Anyway, here are some drawings I did today.

     I like the idea of being a musician, but I figure I should leave that to people who are really good at it.  I listen to music when I work, so I experience it that way.  I would rather sit and draw.
     In the end, with exhibiting work, it is all about how good a party you can throw, whether you are a musician or an artist.
     The musician sells tickets, and it is my job to sell paintings.  Most people I know don't have hundreds of dollars to spend on my artwork, so I guess I'll have to find some clients that can.  After all, I want to live.

     Thanks for reading this blog, I appreciate every hit.

Saturday at The Cafe

     I did my drawing.  A nice man who I see all the time brought me a new drawing board, one that rests directly on the table, but it has fold-out legs so it can be tilted.  These drawing boards cost $40-$60 brand new at least.  Score.
     My drawing was different than the one I did yesterday.  I was late in getting to the cafe this morning.  It wasn't the same energy today.  David Bowie music was playing, so I felt pretty creative.

     When I start a drawing in the cafe, it can go in any number of directions.  I was thinking I'd do a big comic book page, but it kind of turned into a hybrid.  I wasn't feeling it today, didn't know what to do.
     I've been thinking about the two-dimensional aspects of drawing, and why it is okay to take sometimes excessive liberties.  It is because a drawing isn't real.  It's all an illusion, so you might as well have some fun with it, otherwise, what is the point?  If you want realism, take a picture.  I take a lot of pictures, and when I look back through them later, the thing I was trying to take a picture of is gone.  The camera rarely gets the light the same way the human eyes see, without a lot of fidgeting with the camera settings, and sometimes you have to take the picture before the moment is gone...no time to adjust.
     Whether it is photography or art, it is always a compromise.
     With a line drawing, there is only one correct line.
     To put drawings and photos into windows movie maker turns still images into a time-based medium.
    
     I've been very happy drawing at the cafe the last couple of days.  My drawing board sits on my easel at around a 60 degree angle, at the right height which allows my arm fluid movement.

     Art is marginalized in The United States of America.  For example, there isn't even a category for 'art' on youtube.  There is one for sports, entertainment, etc. but no art, so I usually just put my art videos under entertainment.
 
     Game 3 of The World Series is today, and I hope the Giants stick it to them.  Realistically, I hope they get at least one of the next two games. 

     I'm just going to take it easy today, and make some art, and try to figure out what to do with my studio.  What I will do for an income now that baseball season is over, I have no idea.

     I like to make different kinds of things every day, so it is hard for me to concentrate on just one kind of art.  Some days I wake up and I just want to draw.  Other days I want to paint.  Other days, I want to play games, and sometimes I just want to make comic books.
     I really have to start getting my shit together, though.  Adsense isn't going to pay any bills.  The comic book industry is kind of flat.  People don't have much spending money to buy drawings.

     My whole career is based on this romantic idea of being an artist, so I have to pull my head out of my ass, and figure out how to make an actual living doing something tangible.

     There's a scary thought for Halloween. 

Friday Night Blog

So there is my drawing work for the day.  It took four hours on this one, a lot of work, but I had a really good time.
     Like a long exposure photograph, I sat there with my paper like a big piece of film, and slowly etched my pencil marks onto the page.  It worked good.  I like drawing this way.
     I had my metal travel easel in the cafe with my drawing board mounted.  I should have had someone take a picture of me...ooops...but I don't trust anyone with my camera.
     Anyway...I drank two big cups of coffee, and came out with a drawing.  I am happy about that.

I love making a drawing and leaving room to accommodate what happens while I am making the drawing.  In today's case, so many women kept walking into the cafe, that I drew them, one by one.  By the time they ordered their coffee, they were already on my page...haha, I draw fast..then I worked from memory a little after they left.  The drawings of the women came out good.
     So I had a good day drawing.
     I would like to frame this one and put it in my next art show.

     It's a great Friday Night, and I'm going to take it easy.

    
  

Good Morning,, Time to Draw

     Just waking up.  I had trouble sleeping, and then once I was asleep, I really went deep down into it, and overslept.
     Regardless of everything, it is time to draw.  I've been waiting for days to go to the cafe and draw.  Now I finally can.

     My idea is to just set up the easel, and start at it, and drink some coffee.  That sounds like fun to me.  I want to draw the interior of the cafe, and mostly, the counter.

     Pain in the ass to lug my paints everywhere, but doing a drawing in a cafe isn't too bad.

     I am happy the Giants won last night.  They have five games in which to win two.  Those are pretty good odds.

     The other night, I was walking to the store, and a girl said, "Want a can?"
     "What?  I didn't hear you?" I said.
     "You know...a can...a can for some change." she stated as if I was supposed to know what that meant.
     "Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about."
     It wasn't until ten steps later that I realized she was trying to sell her own can..

     I wasn't really into her anyway.  I can't relate to that kind of hip hop coded language, and then she pulled out a blackberry and started talking on her phone,   It is just hard for me to care.  I didn't want her can, and I certainly didn't want to pay for it.

     Time to get to the cafe, I'm late.

Game 2 is done.

     Now I get to drink a beer, my turn.  I just got home from working the ballpark, and it was a good time, and I am glad it is done.  I did my job.
   
     It was a great game, except if you were a Texas fan.

     I saw many amazing and beautiful women tonight.

     Now I get to do what I want.

     Time to make art, and figure out how to level up in the art world.

Pre-Game Blog for Game 2

     I don't mind being an old man in a room, making art in a dusty studio.  Rembrandt and Degas were two men who did that.  I like the idea.  I do it every day.
  
     I have to find a way to pay for my existence, though.

     So, I will go to the World Series, and do my vending thing, watch the game, and have a good time.

     Vending at the ballpark hasn't been exactly lucrative for me.  It just helps me to get by, so I can make my art.

     Watching documentaries about my favorite artists is incredible for me.  Youtube is such an invaluable resource in that way.  I feel so lucky to be able to watch a show about Warhol, Dali, Degas, or Rembrandt any time I want.

     It is the 'wow factor' for me.

     Anyway, I have to leave to go to Game 2 in about twenty-three minutes.

     I do appreciate anyone who comes upon this blog and reads it.  Comments are always welcome.

     In time, I want to provide a real service here, where I can write about what it is to be an artist in San Francisco, at the beginning of the 21st Century.  I hope that I can find the words to describe what it is I am seeing, and to identify the currents of human activity.  Ultimately, I seek for meaning, but I know deep down inside, that sometimes, there is none.


     Go Giants.
   

Game 1 of The World Series and other stuff that pops up

     Hello, the Giants did it tonight; sorry, Texas, but I don't really feel all that bad for you.

     I wish the Giants would have held them to two runs.  I didn't like the 8-4 score at one point in the game.

     Always amazing in baseball, even astounding, that so many human errors occur, even with professional players at the top level of the game.  It is part of what makes baseball a great game.
     I even felt some emotion about The Giants tonight.  I was sad when they were down 2-0.  I became happy when they started getting hits and runs coming in.

     Somewhere in the world I am sure there is a Yankees fan, gnashing his teeth.."If only the Yankees would have beat the Rangers like they were supposed to, they'd be completely kicking the asses of the Giants right now.  It would have been no contest!"
     Yankees fans can be stubborn, and they can watch football now, and secretly cry in elevators.

     Working at the ballpark the last two years, I am happy the Giants beat the Phillies most of all.  I hated their fans worst of all, and I'm glad their smug little faces are not so smiley anymore.

     Dodger fans are assholes, that goes with the territory, haha.

     I just want to be an artist, and make a living at what I do best.  It is hard.  I am struggling to get anywhere with it.  But I know what I am, and what I have to do.

     I want to start drawing some women again, and get back on the horse is what I want to do, and I need to do that as soon as possible.

     Anyway, I'm going to try and get some painting done tonight.

     Another daunting task is rearranging some things in my studio so I have more room to work.

Degas Landscapes and The Female Form

     Wow, I've started doing my art history studies again, after a long break.

     Youtube may be one of  the most valuable sources for artists in the history of humans.  No longer do I have to rely on books for images when I am not at a gallery or museum, but I can watch artist interviews and documentaries, and it is a wonderful thing.

     Anyway, watching a documentary on Degas, they didn't mention it in the video, but I could see female forms in the landscape.  One area showed the pubic region, and another are showed a form of a woman laying, with the woman's head toward the viewer.

     Being an artist, I know a lot about the motivations of why artists do things.  A lot of it involves the female form, and the desire to be close to that form.

     If you see what I see, you'll never look at certain landscapes, and still lifes the same ever again.

     That involves the uneasy relationship between porn and art, which has existed through the ages. 

     Even today, I was just watching a Titian video, and I can make a case that he invented 'Playboy'...haha, with his reclining Venus, and her 'come hither' look.  It is the female looking at the viewer from within the picture, breaking the fourth wall.

     Now that I'm 42, and studying art, having lived in the world for a time, I am seeing things in art, that I never saw before with such clarity.  It's nice.

     Instead of what I used to do, which was to type feverishly on the typewriter for hours, I can just blog my thoughts, and put it on the web.

     I hope people realize some of the nice things in the world today.

     The next time you snap a digital photo with your cell phone, try to remember once in a while, that people used to have to sit still for photos, or it would blur, and there was no erase button.

    

Paul Cezanne

     First of all, no one has a color palette like him.

     In studying his paintings, his brush strokes and decision making processes are like a well-thought out game of chess. 

     He is The Deep Thought of Painting.

     Devoted, he got close to God.

Wow, I just read up on blogs on wikipedia

     I did not know blogs had become a factor.
     I feel a little bit more informed about blogs after reading about the history of blogs on wikipedia.  I did not know people around the world have actually gotten into trouble over what they write in their blogs, and some have even served jail time, are still serving.  One guy got twenty years in some country.

     So I am updated on blog etiquette a little, too.  That helps.  It was a little difficult at first to figure out what was acceptable and what wasn't.  Now I know a lot better about what I can and can not do.

     So, given the new information I have acquired, where will this blog go?  Well, I want to write about my life as an artist, and I want to use this blog as a showcase for my art.  Eventually, I want to use this blog as a way to get my art out there.  Even if no one looks at this blog much, at least my content will be available for anyone who wants it.

     As an artist, I've done the thing where you stand out in public and draw pictures.  I've made money that way in the past, but I don't like to sit or stand outside much.  I'm also not too crazy about doing outdoor art shows.  People just look at you as if you are some kind of freak, circus act, or oddity.  I want no part of that nonsense.  Also setting up the booth and taking it down is no fun, especially if I have to do it all by myself.  Ugh, I've had enough of that stuff. 
     Someday, I may show again in situations like that as a last resort, but I have no plans for outdoor art shows anytime soon.  I've been there and done that.

     So currently, there is a band in the meat locker room going at it, and the drummer in the studio next to mine, is still learning how to play drums by the sound of it.  He always tries to be too complicated, and it doesn't sound good to my ears, if he can't keep a steadiness of beat.  I think he gets bored of maintaining rhythms for long, so I don't know why he wants to play drums.

     Anyhow, I have some plans for some new videos, new art, and I feel like things are happening.  I'm on a roll, and when that happens, I keep it going for as long as I can.

     So, no yoga today.  A replacement teacher was there, and it just wasn't happening for me.

     It was creepy in the steamroom at the ymca today, so I was only in there for a minute.  I've had issues with people not minding their own business in the locker room, and I wish more of the men would wear towels instead of parading around nude like little boys. 
     "Show some decency for Christ's sake," I often think to myself.  "Jesus."

     Anyway, so I will make some art for a couple of hours, play some online games, and suffer through the horrific attempts at music being made down here near my art studio.
     Honestly, I can find 1000 songs that are better than the crap they play on youtube within two minutes.
     I often crank up the music in my studio, but it is impossible to block out everything they do. 

    Sometimes I feel that I was born to suffer.

Why this blog is called 'Underground Emporium'...

     Well, the word 'underground' has a long and varied history.  I mean it in two ways.  I am somewhat of a rebel fighting against the Empire, and because I literally live and work underground.

     One of my favorite stores as a kid was 'Builder's Emporium' hardware store.  I used to love going in there.  I still remember the cartoon graphic of the 'hardware squirrel'.

     My Underground Emporium will be a collection of a million different items someday, all somewhat related to art, and my life's mission to be a real artist...and to make a living as one...haha.

Having Fun

     I like working on the computer when I see progress being made.  Upgrades to my blog in the last ten minutes kind of are getting me excited.  It's fun stuff.
     When I first started to blog, I had no idea what the hell it was, or what you could do with it.  Now I see it as an opportunity to write columns like I would in a newspaper or magazine.
     In 9th grade, I read a lot of Art Buchwald.  He was pretty good at writing columns in the newspaper, and pretty funny, too.  I enjoyed reading him.

    
Here is The Orange Wizard Logo that I drew and my brother colored, and the new Orange Bunny graphic that I drew, and my brother colored.
  They came out real good.
  :)

   

     'Having Fun' can sometimes be construed as 'Having Sex'.  I'll let you know when I am having that kind of fun.  Well, don't hold your breath, it may take a while.  I make myself available, not my fault women show no interest in me anymore.  They used to sometimes.
     I thought San Francisco was supposed to be the city of love, but for me, it is the city of sitting around and waiting for something to happen.

     I sluffed my morning yoga class, didn't feel like it, and I have stuff to do.  I could go to an early evening class, ...but will I?  Don't know yet.

     I still feel like I am waking up.  It was a fun week-end. 

Monday

     Different ideas for the title of this blog were, 'Monday in Hell', 'I Don't Want To Be Responsible For Corrupting Young Minds', and 'Fuck...I Overslept'.  Also a possibility was, 'Goddammit, I Need Coffee Right Now but I need to get dressed and sometimes I just feeling like going to the cafe in my robe.'

     Halloween.  Nothing to get too worked up over. 

     The World Series is coming up.

     My friend went to The Bridge School Benefit where he got to see Neil Young, Pearl Jam, Elvis Costello, Modest Mouse, and others.  I like Neil.

     Hard to write sometimes on this when I know there is an eye over my shoulder.  It feels like Blogger looks at everything I write, and is my conscience, and it makes me feel like I have to self-edit.  Well, at least Blogger has given me a platform on which to write.
     
     My response when I first heard the term blog was, "What the fuck is a blog?"

     I heard a story about a woman who used to blog a lot about her cat, and then she realized that no one cared.
 
     I generally stay away from women who talk about their cats too much.

     Fuck that noise.

     Here is my main toon in 'Free Realms'  His name is 'David Rabbitmittens'.  It is a fun game.  If you tell me that you've read my blog, I'll definitely add you. 
     That is my ghost dog standing on top of the water.


     Red Wizard needs coffee badly.

Monday Morning or Is It Still Sunday Night?

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Happy Sunday

     I'm having a good day, doing what I want to do.  I made a new video about figure drawing, that was fun.  I was able to make it after the band stopped playing next door.

     I'm going to do a little more painting, and play some Magic The Gathering tonight, but, oops, wasn't I supposed to be somewhere?  Is there a concert to see tonight?  Ooops.  I'm just not in the mood to go anywhere outside of my routine tonight.  I got to rest up and take it easy for a couple of days.  The Giants won, so I will be working The World Series.

     So there is my figure drawing that I worked on today.  It's art, so I am not violating any agreement with Blogger.  This drawing was started at a life drawing class I used to help run at a local S.F. bar on Sundays.

     Anyway....I know that no one reads this blog now, but maybe someday they will.

     I have begun looking at other people's blogs, and I haven't found any I particularly like yet, or appeal to me.  The lay-out is nice, or they have pretty pictures, but that is about it so far.  Kind of disappointing to go on someone's blog, and they just have other people's content.

     Anyway, I wouldn't mind a nap, or laying down for a bit.  When my head gets too filled up, I like to lay down and quietly think about things in a wandering way to see what bubbles up in the forefront of my imagination.

     I did find out what it meant to be a really popular person, and that is on the online game 'Free Realms'.  With 2200 friends, people were talking to me all the time, they wanted stuff from me, and they wanted attention.  It became a lot of work.  Girls on the game were asking me to go out...and there was a lot of confusion about what was a video game, and what was real.  I don't date girls on the game anymore.  Why a girl goes out with a guy, and why a guy goes out with a girl sometimes is two different things, haha.

     Even if no one ever reads this blog, it is a good outlet for me.  I like to write and post pictures, it is fun.  It is similar to composing an article for a magazine.

     I have not yet explored all the things I can do with this blog, but I just learned the animation program 'Flash' yesterday, so my mind is occupied with what I am going to do with that soon.

     I think about money and how to get it.  There's got to be something I can do in this world.  What I would like to do the most is make and sell art.  I wouldn't mind ladies paying me to come over to their house to draw and paint them.  That would be fun and profitable.

I got drunk and collapsed when I saw a woman give birth on youtube

     Haha, my stomach didn't feel right, and I fell over while in my chair.  I haven't seen a woman give birth since an educational film in school. 
     I was planning on making a youtube video, but after that, I made it to my bed, and fell asleep in my clothes.

     It's amazing what you can find on youtube to watch.

I am a guest in google's house, so I will try to behave

     That sounds like a good idea. 
     I will pretend I am in my best suit, and the house belongs to google, so I will be on my best behavior at the world party we call the web.

     However, I am also an artist, so I will try and compromise to an agreeable position.

     Some of my content I will reserve for my website, instead of this blog.

     I don't want anyone to get their panties all in a bunch.

     I also don't want to get kicked off this blog.

     I've only had one video banned from youtube, I guess someone got offended.  After that, I was more careful not to offend anyone.
http://www.youtube.com/my_videos?sf=added&sa=0&pi=3

     There is my david lovins 67 channel.  I've put a lot of work into it, but I'm just getting started, I feel.

     Anyhow, I have a website in progress, and I hope to develop that, and get my art out there.

     It's all coming along, and I'm pretty happy as a result.  I'm the kind of person who can only feel really happy after I feel a sense of accomplishment.  It helps gives me a purpose, instead of being like a raft adrift on a vast ocean, like I see a lot of people do.  Many seem directionless to me.  I don't want to be like that.

Saturday Night and The Three Little Pigs Video

     Woot, the Giants won.  Now I get to go to The World Series.  It helps when you work at the ballpark.

      Anyway, I had a good day.  My brother taught me how to use Flash, so now I have a good animation program at my disposal.  I'm very happy about that.  I was very fluid using it today on account of all my work with Windows Movie Maker.
     We watched videos, and talked, and had a good time.

     I am happy about my new Three Little Pigs video.  It took days to put together.  I wrote the story and drew the pictures all on the same page.
     I am starting to think about doing a Red Riding Hood one, but with painted illustrations and titles.  That would be cool.

     I naively thought that since this blog was an over 18 one, that it was kind of a license to do what I wanted, as long as it is legal.  But they don't want porn here.  Ok.  I was hoping to do some art smut stuff, but I guess I will have to do that on my website some day.  Dang, I was hoping to express myself.  Not always easy to be an artist.

     I guess I can write the smack I want to do, but I was hoping to put the pictures in.  Oh well.  I'll figure out a way.
     What the artists did in the 17th and 18th centuries in Europe is to put forms of genitalia and of intercourse within the folds of ladies' dresses.  I've studied a lot of art, and I know this to be true.  I've seen those paintings in reproductions, and in museums, where you are not sure what is going on with a painting, or why the artist bothered to paint it in the first place, but then...hey...that bedpost has some meaning to it, and look at that fold in the tablecloth which looks just like a vagina.
     I recommend studying still lifes.  And you thought they were just pictures of fruit....haha.  Well, they are...but look at that banana again, and the bottom of an apple.  Peaches can be especially suggestive.

     I've had the time of my life today, working on the computer, making videos, talking to two of my brothers today, that was fun.

    Meanwhile, I am studying adsense, and trying to see how I can make this whole computer thing work out for me.  It is quite a vast ocean to navigate through.  Just learning the computer took a while, and learning what it can do takes longer.

     I like the writings of Henry Miller and Charles Bukowski.
     The writings of Marquis de Sade are on my reading list.

     So far in the 21st century, we've seen a regression of ideas for the ultimate purpose of political control, somewhat akin to herding sheep.
     However, we are human.

     The Earth is indeed spherical, and is located on the edge of The Milky Way Galaxy.

     What I think is that while W. Bush was a terrible President of The U.S.A., he was one of the most successful politicians who ever lived.  I believe that most everything he did while in office was for his own benefit and for the people who supported him.
     Most Americans were left out of that equation.

     I'm all for ending war on the planet Earth forever.
     While some believe that engaging in a constant war is beneficial financially, the long-term effects of war are much greater.
     The human cost of war is irreplaceable.

     You know what I'm sick of?  This whole thing that the media propels about American lives being somewhat more important than the lives of people in other countries.
     No wonder they hate us.
     I don't blame them.

     Anyway, I am a citizen of The United States of America, but I feel that I am part of the world community.
     National boundaries are 'made up' for the most part.

     I have this whole thing about 'Freedom From Religion'.  I just want to live my life without religious ideas being pushed on me.  I'm sick of it.

     What my real job on this planet is to be the best artist I can be.

     Anyhow, I hope you like my video of 'The Three Little Pigs', and I hope to do a version of 'Little Red Riding Hood' soon, with painted illustrations this time.  Won't that be fun?  It sure will.

     :)

Good Morning, it's Saturday in October

     My god, it's 2010.

     Amazing when I think about it.  In my mind, I can remember back to 1975 in my mind in a second.  I used to dream about what the future would be like, and was expecting some significant changes.  A lot has changed, but a lot has remained the same, similar to early 70's suburban life.  People didn't have enough money and had to make do with what they had. 

     A lot of people where just happy to live, and to get by.  These days, one needs to go for the money, or else you can't survive.

     I was up half the night working on my animation.  Using a video of myself, I was able to pause the video, and do the drawing.  I'm going to use this technique a lot for all my characters.  I'm kind of excited.
     All of my work is on 'David Lovins 67' on youtube.

     I just watched a video or two about Barry McGee, a pretty talented artist, and he just keeps getting better.  He's making good work.  I'm proud of his accomplishments.  I'm kind of jealous of his career a little bit.  I wonder if he has trouble paying the bills, or if he is set for a while?  I'm sure he gets lots of sales.  He certainly produces a lot of work, that is for sure.  Very admirable.

     I thought it was earlier when I woke up, and it is almost noon.  I just want to get to the coffee shop and start drawing.  I have lots of ideas in my head.  Plus, I like to stretch out my legs a little, and look at the people around the 16th and Mission area here in San Francisco.

     I'm getting ideas about blogs now, too.  I'm happy about that.  I see a lot in San Francisco, I might as well write about it.
     San Francisco is a dream city to live in, but where is the money?  I'm going to have to figure that one out soon.
     I wish there was a pay pal button on my blog, so if someone wanted to donate a quarter, they could if they wanted to.  That would be cool.
     I never expect tips when I do my job, but when I do get them, I never turn them down.

     I'm happy about my new 'The Flash' t-shirt that I bought for a buck last night on the street from some guy.  New, this shirt costs $15-$20.

     I spent time last night trying to monetize this blog some more.  I'm going to be needing multiple revenue streams in this city if I'm going to be able to survive here.

     This is my pilot blog, and I'm trying to launch it.  Over time, who knows, I may get some hits, if I just keep blogging and blogging and put in some new content.

     Oh, I saw...I can put up photos and videos as long as I have the right to post them.  I don't think I have to worry too much, I put up mostly my own stuff.  The only reason to post other people's photos is if it is something unusual or notable that someone else has done that I like or admire.

     I'm still not sure about posting naked people on this blog, but it is 18 and over. 

     The Giants play later today.  I hope they win tonight.

     I've never gone to Burning Man, and I don't care much about it.  I'm glad it exists, but I don't want to live out in the desert for a week.

     I like Mike Judge.  He's a talented guy.  There's still some 'King of the Hill' episodes I need to see.

     I have a room down the hall where I can do some installation work, and take photos.  I should do some of that work soon, and make a video.  It's kind of a pain in the ass to carry everything over, tack it up, make the video, and take it all down, but maybe I can start small and go from there.
     It's just like having my own gallery, I might as well use the space. 
     I need to come up with a fictional name for the gallery, though.

     I would love to make and sell a lot of work, and travel the world showing my art.  That would be rad.  That was the general idea when I started out.  I guess I have to work harder.  It's taken a while to set-up everything.  I'm lucky I've gotten this far, actually. 
     I'm still alive, and that is an accomplishment.

     Haha, I was drinking beer last night, and doing animation, haha, until five in the morning.  I was on a roll.

Making Fun of The Advertisers

     Well, Mad magazine has advertising again within its pages from what I understand.  They used to make so much fun of their advertisers, that no one wanted to advertise with them, and so they relied on direct sales to survive.

     I will continue this tradition of making fun of advertisers whenever possible.

Masturbation and Lesbians

     One joke I have with myself is the writing of a ten volume set entitled, "My History of Masturbation".  Each volume would have several hundred pages and tons of photos and drawings.
     As far as lesbians go, I think every woman should see what it is like to be with a woman, just for the experience.

     With facebook ads, the bombardment is daily, excessive, and nauseating.  What I started doing is photographing the ads, like the one above.  I hope they paid the models well, because they use the ads over and over, with different captions, too.
     I started to realize that a lot of women in these ads were excessively large in the breast department, and with the small thumbnail photos, no one would bother to really look close at these photos.  However, by photographing the ads, I could enlarge them on my screen, and I can say that a lot of stuffing went into those shirts.  So while the above ad says, "We don't accept liars,"  they are definitely lying by manipulating the viewers of those ads with falsehoods.  They have a relatively low risk of anyone calling them on it, so they get away with the crap advertising that we all have to put up with.
     Luckily, I have moved on about being annoyed with adverts, because now that I have this blog, I can mock the whole advertising industry.

     Moving on, I've never been married.  I'm a huge fan of the Howard Stern show, and one topic of discussion that I've heard on the show which amuses me is the first time the man masturbates after marriage.  Either he just wants to do it, or the wife has a headache that night, or any number of reasons.
     Hahaha.

     So many marriages fail, so with a fifty percent success rate, there was no point in me getting married.  For me to get married would just start the countdown of how many days until the divorce, the natural conclusion to someone with my temperament.  I'm an artist, and I require large blocks of alone time to paint, sculpt, and play video games.  No woman in her right mind puts up with that shit.  What I am getting at is another key point in the marriage, when it begins to lead into divorce, and the man knows they will never sleep with each other again.  There comes a day when the man who is on his way to getting divorced, he either has to find some chick, or he has to masturbate.
     Hahahahahaha.

     One of the reasons a man gets married is so that there will always be someone to have sex with, because a man needs it.

     Sad, that whether the man gets married or not, the road still leads to masturbation on those lonely nights.
     Hahahahahah.

     I enjoy watching lesbians make-out and do things to each other.  It is sweet, and sometimes very gentle.

     At other times, I really like seeing a woman being given 'a good seeing to' by a good thick one that makes her whole body vibrate and jiggle, as she screams in ecstasy.

     Haha.

     There has been lots of ink spilled over the years about how artists who paint,...well, it's a symbol of masturbatory processes.  I would agree with that up to a point.  It's a lot easier to stroke the big one than to make a good painting, though.

     I see sensuality everywhere.  I notice how the advertising industry preys upon people's inner senses at times when they least expect it.  Bus and train adverts I am not a fan of.  They know people have to wait for their ride, and an ad is right in your face trying to sell you something you don't need.  It's annoying.

     Anyway, I highly approve of masturbation and of lesbians, and other things that don't harm anybody.

What the hell to do with myself now?

I don't know, maybe go sit in the steam room at the Y and chillax.

Wow, Halloween is coming up.

Go giants.

According to my adsense account, I made my first 66 cents. That is amazing.

Wow, people in countries that have viewed my blog now include the U.K., China, and France, haha.

The web is an amazing thing.

San Francisco is a beautiful city, and most of the jobs here are service oriented. Not easy to survive as an artist. I guess I had better work harder or something.

I just spent an hour playing Free Realms during 'Power Hour'. I have almost 150,000 coins now. You can never have enough, since housing in that game is pretty pricey.

It is amazing He-Man and The Masters of The Universe has survived all these years. That show is an institution for those who grew up on it.

Youtube is pretty amazing, to be able to watch so many different things.

Redtube supplies me with all my porn needs, haha. I can see a different naked chick every night, and they have porn anime on it, haha. I watched this blonde cartoon get fucked by guys in the office for product testing. Not sure, but one of the products this company produced in the cartoon was dildos.

Facebook is great because it makes me feel like I'm not alone, but then when no one responds to anything I do, I feel really alone.

So when I get lonely, there are online games, and always someone there, and I can be another character besides myself. That is nice.

Thank god for coffee is all I can say. Probably if it wasn't for coffee, I'd be drinking some serious amounts of alcohol.

Yoga has been good for me after two and a half years. I'm certainly a lot skinnier than when I started. My smoking habit doesn't help, though.

This blog entry does not have a picture, because the picture icon is not there for some reason. Maybe I can add a picture later.

Life is good. I like it. Now to pay for it. I've been working hard on my web stuff, like on my youtube site at davidlvins67, making video after video, hoping I get hits. All you can do sometimes is wait, or not think about it too much. I want it all to happen for me. I want to be a success story because of my perseverance, dedication, and belief in myself. No one can do it except me.

What is good about the present day with computers, is now I actually have the tools to get my art and writing out there, which was impossible for me before. Instead of making a piece of art, and putting on a shelf where it would sit there for six years with no one ever seeing it, at least now I can post a picture of it.

My dream is to make and show art all over the world, and make a living at it. That would be nice. Also to have a fur-lined hot tub, not sure, working on it. I could definitely use some more studio space. That would be very helpful to me. And more space to live in.

It's kind of exciting to go back into the old Disney cartoons, and watch them with my eyes wide open at every detail. Also to see them as an adult. The same thing holds true now as when I was a kid. Warner Brothers cartoons are funnier.

I love porn, it makes me happy

Anyway, I just got back from the coffee shop, working on my 'Three Little Pigs' story that I will make a video out of. I never know what will happen when I sit down and write and draw a story like that. I don't know what will bubble up. Whatever happens is usually pretty interesting to me, and I have a good time doing it. I really tried to restrain myself to make it into a rated PG thing, it isn't always easy for me nor is it my desire, because hey, I'm 42, and the Hollywood ratings system kind of bores me to tears. Except to supposedly protect the kids, I don't know what the point of the rating system is.
Anyway, I am sluffing yoga today, I don't feel like a vigorous hatha flow class today...ugh. I'm not a big fan of hatha flow anyhow. I suffer through it once in a while, and if there were not cute girls in the class, I would barely want to do it at all. I'd rather be in the coffee shop drawing or sitting at home playing video games.
I don't think anybody is reading this blog, and that is not very important to me at this point. All that matters is to keep doing it, and then I'll see what happens. I don't even know what I am doing yet.
Anyway, I heard of some survey they did, and they asked people what was the thing that made them the most happy, and a lot of people said, "Porn". Haha.

Anyhow, I have to find a job. That will be a challenge for me. I'd love to do something where I can use my talents, but that is unlikely. Most jobs just want to pigeon-hole you into one task, or a limited number of tasks, and you do that ad nauseum until you snap.

I like being an artist. I get to do whatever I want every day, and I do whatever I feel like doing that day. I get to work on a variety of skills, and I have fun. Trust me, it is a lot of work, though, but it is work I like doing, because it is for myself. The problem is getting paid for it, eeek. I'm going to have to work on that, or I am fucked, haha.

Well, all the odds are against me. I wouldn't bet on me. Yet, I have to keep trying to survive and live in this world. It ain't easy.

Good Morning

The Giants are one win away from going to The World Series. I'll celebrate when that happens, and not before. It's baseball, anything could happen. While it is possible for The Phillies to win three games in a row and win the National League Championship, it is unlikely. It has happened before where a team down 3-1 has come back to win, but it is unlikely. It's baseball. I want the Giants to win.

Well, it's a strange world.

Good morning, I got my coffee and my Arizona brand drink of Kiwi Strawberry, my favorite, from the smoke shop next door. Good people there. I am nothing without coffee.

So, I am glad that this blog is for people over 18, because I am over 18. Technically, I am an adult, and so is everyone over 18, legally. That means being able to join the army and shoot at people and kill them, look at and participate in porn, but you can't legally go in to a bar to have a beer. Haha. But at 21, you can be in the army, shoot porn videos on the side, and have a beer when you are done, so 21 is a good age.

I am still learning about blogs. I don't know how you get people to read them. I don't see how many hits I've gotten. Youtube is easier to monitor, and I get results with youtube. Here, I am on some kind of island floating around in space.
The energy I would use to type on my typewriter, I can just do here. That part of it is nice. I have so many pages laying around from over the years. I don't know what to do with them. At least here, I can publish. I hope my material won't be used against me someday for something I did or did not do. You never know who looks at your shit on the web. It's mostly harmless to reveal yourself to the world, sometimes it is an act of bravely. Sometimes it is recklessness.

Posting is fun, though. I'm starting to like to post. I'm getting addicted to it more and more. I like it.

I've blogged a little on myspace, but I kind of freeze up there for some reason; however, I ought to do more there just for the hell of it. I have nothing to lose.

I just want to be pretty casual in this blog, and not make it too serious. We'll see what happens. Maybe I will have some pieces that I work on a little, instead of just spewing and ranting, which is what I am really good at.

I am much more fluid with my writing than I am with my speech, which didn't get hooked up too good growing up. No need to talk, and not enough receptive ears for me, so I was quiet a lot.

Anyway...porn is everywhere. People like it. And they like bad, naughty talk, too. Youtube pretty much proves what the people want.

Websites will be my ultimate expression someday. I am working on my wix site, it takes time. One page I want to call 'David's Dungeon'. Haha. There I want to put all of my naughty stuff and my art. It will be 18 and over.

I am working on ideas about my redo of 'The Three Little Pigs'.

But reality is coming in, I need a job that pays. I will be screwed if I can't find a job that is at least somewhat suitable for me.

I've done a lot of menial labor jobs, and that stuff sucks. It just makes me wonder what the hell I am doing with my life, and those kind of jobs are kind of a waste of time. They sap your soul, and does not benefit me much at all. I get frustrated thinking about some of the crap work I've done in the past. My god. What a sucker I was to do that shit for such low pay, but when you don't have a lot of options, what are you going to do? I don't know.

Wow, it is the afternoon, and I have a ballgame to go to soon. Go Giants, is all I can say. I hope to god they win today.

:) and :P

The Advertising is Pornographic

Everywhere I go, ads present themselves like cheap sluts trying to sell themselves; if it is a hamburger, car, or clothing item, it doesn't matter. I still feel this 'I am trying to hustle you' from billboards or magazine ads, and they always have those fake smiles. The models get paid to smile, so they have a reason, but I don't.
I usually just buy what I need, advertising just ends up being annoying.

I don't know if I'm allowed to post porn pictures yet, I guess I'll have to read the terms of agreement. I don't see why not, since this blog is over 18, but I just want to make sure.

I don't like working much. If I do, I try to slack for at least a little bit of my shift, just to even out the score, since I am always underpaid, I might as well have some fun.

I just want to play some games, I don't want to write on this stupid blog anymore. What's the point?

Aw, Fuck

Anyway...I don't want to know the score right now, I left the game early. 5-5. I couldn't bear to watch no matter what happened. I'll find out tomorrow.

Well, I have to look for a job. Ugh. I have no skills except for what I do as an artist.

The Orange Wizard is coming along. I don't agree with some of it, but who cares? I'm just happy he has a creative outlet that could turn into something. I like The Orange Wizard.

Well, the above picture if it works, I snapped from a youtube video. They are not technically naked, since they are wearing string bikinis. haha.

Monday in October

Hello, I'm just having fun today. Who cares? No one. Haha. Anyways, it was a fun night playing Magic The Gathering last night.
Today I had my yoga class, and that was good. The teacher was attractive. I don't know if she is interested in me, I can't tell. She often is in close proximity to me when she teaches the class. I just get this vibe. Maybe she is just curious about me, I'm not sure. It's not really good etiquette for the teacher to date her student. I don't know if it would work anyhow. Besides this teacher, there are several yoga cuties I am interested in, but so far no one shows the slightest bit of interest in me as a person whatsoever. Just how it goes. Maybe the fantasy of being with them is better than the reality could ever be.

Anyway, I'm just going to have a nice day.
I'm assuming that no one will read this ever. Who would waste their time? I have no idea. I don't read other people's blogs, I don't have the slightest interest in reading blogs. I've read a couple, but haven't really got sucked into Blog World yet.

So, this blog is set for 18 and over. Does that mean I can post all the porn and smut that I want? Not sure, but maybe I can. I'll have to find others who are doing that before I do it. I don't want to get into trouble or anything, but technically, this is for people over 18, so I don't see why it should matter. Everyone either has looked at smut, or continues to look at it. Most people I know have looked at smut at one point or another. Judging from internet porn, half the world looks at internet smut, so I don't know if it is this big evil thing or not. In my opinion, smut makes people happy, once you get mature enough to handle it.

Anyway, I really didn't write on this blog for a while. I didn't know what to do on it, or what I wanted to share, or write, or anything. It makes it easier, I suppose, when you know you have readers, or an audience, but as far as I know, no one reads what I write, and why should they?

My main things on the web are my youtube site, and my facebook page. They are what I consider my 'home rooms'. Anything else I do on the web is kind of periphrial.

I'm going to start using the blog like I would my sketchbook, which is just to try out ideas. It's easier to type on the keyboard than my typewriter, which requires a lot more physical effort. On the other hand, it is completely private, and that is a plus. Here, people can see my thoughts, and I don't know how beneficial that is, but maybe it is time to join the human race, maybe.

I wouldn't mind getting paid to write, or paid to do anything. Wouldn't that be nice? It sure would. I would enjoy that. It sure beats wondering where the rent is going to come from.

So my interests are art, music, video games, comic books, and films. Maybe I could just write about stuff I like. That would be fun. Oh yeah, I like Magic The Gathering, too. I have plans for what I want to do with that.

So, I go to yoga, and there are cute girls in every class, and I don't know what to do with myself, but the whole thing makes me feel alive, and gives me energy, so that is something. I go in, do my work, and feel good the rest of the day. The pants I am wearing were falling down walking around, I keep losing weight from yoga, so I will have to buy some pants with a smaller waist size next time, which is fine with me. Better than being a lard-ass alcoholic chain smoking mother fucker.

I grew up Mormon, a lot of good that did me, haha. I don't know what that has to do with anything now.

Anyway, what now? I have no idea. I'm just going to make some more videos, and see what happens. I've been thinking about Star Trek videos, and cute puppies, so maybe I can combine the two. Cute puppy videos get millions of hits on youtube, that is amazing. I want to get millions of hits, that would be fun. Then my ego can feel good about itself. I've got to do something in this world to trick myself into thinking that there is a reason for me to be here. I don't have much going on in my life. Most people don't really care about art, especially my art. They are much more concerned with football and what's on television, or what gossip is in the magazines. That's America for you. Just a bunch of distractions, and I guess art has that function on some level. I guess it is just a vehicle to take you to another place, since reality can be so brutal and cold at times.

I am not a fan of cops. I have no reason to be. They are just doing their job, and I do mine, and that's that. I don't fit much in the way they see the world, which appears to me, to be pretty black and white in their eyes. I have other ideas about the world.

Anyway, guess I'll do my thing today, listen to Howard, maybe do some painting, and make some videos, and dream about all the girls I have the hots for. Not bad for a Monday in October.

I don't care about Halloween much, but as far as holidays go, it is one of my favorite ones. I like the imagery. I like the pagan aspects of certain holidays.

It is weird putting my thoughts here. I never know who may look at this ten years from now. I kind of don't trust blogs, because they are very revealing. The text world is different than the visual world. Amazing with all the hoopla surrounding books in years past with vulgar or profane material in them, since no one hardly gives a fuck about what is in books anymore. I mean, really, who cares? All people care about is what movie to see this weekend.

Anyway, I got to figure out my life, and figure out how to survive in this world. I could use some galactic credits coming my way, that would be nice. Laters.
:)

A Sunday in October

I haven't written on this blog for a while. I've had plenty of ideas, but I just didn't feel like writing them down. I don't have an audience on this blog yet. No one seems to care, and why should they? haha.
Currently, I am listening to a drummer next door in his practice mode. I wouldn't say that he is very good, yet I have to suffer.
It does make it kind of hard to think, and to write.
I upgraded my youtube channel last night, and I'm happy with the results. It takes time to make a good channel that people actually want to watch.
It's a nice Sunday, and soon, I will go up to North Beach for some games of Magic. I like the game, and the imagery on the cards, and the people I play with, all good fun.
I'm gonna have to figure out how to make a good blog. Takes time. Everything does.
The next thing is to figure out what to do with my life. I have a pretty good idea, but how to get paid is another story. My work has to have enough value to someone in order to pay me.
I just watched an animator working on a Snoopy cartoon. I'd rather do my own stuff. That's the problem. At least with youtube, I can do what I want. I don't want to just draw, I want to write, and film, and do it all. If a piece is by me, it is because I did the whole thing.
I saw a crappy He-Man cartoon...ugh...I can't imagine working on something so terrible. Sure it is a job, and I would get paid, but I would rather die.
I need more coffee.
I like doing this blog, it is therapy for me, but I already put so much of my life on youtube, it feels weird to put my whole life on blogger, too.
Oh well.
So, what is next? I have no idea. Make a living, I suppose. I've had trouble with that over the years, barely scraping by for the most part.
I like my life, though, I have a good time. I just want to keep doing what I love to do, but I have an overhead for my art studio that isn't always easy to cover.
Someday I'll find a way, I suppose. Or die trying. I would rather be dead than not being able to do what I set out to do.
Yes, I need some coffee.