In My Head

I just read this article on the BBC about how swearing helps relieve pain.  That’s fucking awesome.  It could also be one of the reasons why I sometimes feel so good.  I swear like a truck driver, you know.  Yelling ‘F#ck!” at the top of your lungs can be a deeply satisfying response whether it be for a toe stub or a well-done presentation…good and bad really have nothing to do with it.  This morning I am considering yelling at the top of my lungs while I sit in traffic on my way to work…really shaking the foundation and trying to figure a way out of my head.

I have been in my head, spinning, stuck for the last 2 weeks.  It’s true that I need focus right now and it’s true that I need concentration but fuck! I’m making myself nuts.  I think there is a limit to how many episodes of 6 Feet Under a person can watch in a row before the seams begin to unravel.  It’s good that there is so much work to be done right now as that seems to be my only respite of sanity.

The 2010 calendar for 20er magazine has commissioned my perspective on asylum-seekers in Tirol…a new publication about the Media landscape in Tirol is offering me my first cover…pmk is hanging some of my images for thier 5 year birthday party on Friday and the BIG WHEELS at Swarovski are turning like Proud Mary.  All is well and, yet, I still feel like screaming at the top of my lungs.  Go figure.

I didn’t share an update to last Friday’s adventure with Grandmaster Flash mostly because he was a douchbag.  The set was something for a senior prom in Tampa, FL or something egually as lame.  He is both a sell-out and a condescending prick so I guess it’s cool that he sucked….here’s a favorite pic from the night but check the rest here.

Grandmaster Flash @ Poolbar - Feldkirch, AT

Here’s a little tune to get things rolling today…been a while since I dj’d for you.  Click it!