Month: December 2010

WordPress foreplay

I’ve been on blogger now for years. What I always liked about it was how user friendly it is. For bloggers. What I’ve always lamented over however is how my friends and family always have a hard time commenting on my posts or interacting on the site altogether. But truth be told I’m not all that internet savvy myself. I just like to write and make pretty things and post them. But if I want to keep up with this blogging thing I have to finally say goodbye to what my friend Simon refers to as the MySpace of blogging. That being Blogspot. So as of this post I’m moving on.

I’m officially making the move to wordpress, something I admit to struggling with. You should see me all frustrated on the keyboard. There are just so many options. So many terms I don’t know. Tabs that take me to pages that don’t make sense. It all makes me feel so out of the loop. But this is for art’s sake after all and the one thing that drove me away from blogger is the one thing that wordpress has got down. The comment option. On wordpress blogs its easy for anyone to leave a comment and start a dialogue with the blogger or other readers. That’s what I want for my blog. So lets get to talking folks.

I do want to say how much I loved my time on blogger and saying goodbye to my little is worth getting sentimental over. I had so many creative outbursts on that blog and infinitely more blogs that floated around me throughout my day and dissipated before I got my lazy ass to a computer. That little old blog and the things we did together even brought me attention that for as much as I reveled in, had no idea what to do with. I let myself get personal on that blog and sloppy and provocative and whiny and belligerent and love-lorn and nostalgic and 95 percent of the time all I really ever did on that blog was day dream. That was the original premise of the blog. “If I never get to live that life, at least I get to dream it up.” And boy did I. But before I knew it. Damn. The dreams I was mulling around in my head started turning into real life and life started feeling like a dream.

The other night at Charlie’s I’m sitting down queazy as all hell in a pretty vintage dress and my girls Vida and Michelle are there to make sure I don’t puke just before my second number. My handsome boyfriend is off either getting me water and or chatting it up with some boys and my cute co-worker Jacob brings a shot just for me. If I drink it I am sure to vomit. So he leaves it with me and walks off. My girls wonder who the hot guy is. And then Vida busts out with “You are really living the life Dugaldo.” And in a delirium of nausea I smile and agree.

Now everything in that little blurb I just dropped is 100 percent true. The mundane and the absurd. On my old blog my biggest regret was letting all those unwritten blogs just float away into the matrix. So much life and art unshared. But what we did share was cool. So while I’m saying goodbye to blogger I’m also bringing with me all the old posts and comments. So we can remember where we came from. But we are about to do something together that is honestly up to all of us. I have many ideas and I’ll be working out the kinks as we go but I’m open to suggestions. Just comment.

Let’s consider this a soft open if you will. The menu isn’t quite finished. We’ll  test out a few dishes and see what we think. But let’s keep it up. Together. And welcome each other to BLOGALDO.COM.



I’m horny for life right now. I need to travel. be around people. I want to come cum art. there is a shivering inside and a vibrance and a heat and that shits all bouncing around and the music is getting louder and misunderstood. And I hear things I used to and I understand them so much I don’t understand them at all anymore. Lo que tuvimos. Un bella historia de amor. Like the sangria. That I’m making for us right now. Its sweet and temporary. The door has closed. But then I hear that beat again and shit it turns out I can still dance. Till my thighs are soar like bikram yoga. Like dragqueens on acid. like a wailing songstress. like the little things that glow in tides. like the sultry whispers of a spanish affair. Convertido en rio. I miss san franciso. I long for new york. romance cobblestone anywhere. ador my little phoenix. And dare not burst with wanting. go down in flamers. flyer to many cares. smile too many times. be late to to many parties. es que no se como. decir. no. NO. Fuck no. siempre con esto. I miss my journals. Brainwash. Sending people there. Defending my name. whoring it out. having a cat. oh my gatos. The ocean. my family. my mother. my little mother. Not knowing. knowing. knowing everythign. The rush. the freedom. the heavy heavy freedom.

Eddie Detroit and other great finds

My iPhone has been warning me lately that I have too many picture stored and I should delete some. So yesterday I finally emptied out every picture onto my computer and rid my iPhone once and for all of that visual clutter. This way I could start all over.

But as I peeked at my collection during the transfer process I began to get a little sentimental. So many photos I’d snapped and never shared. So many versions of so many Photoshop express projects I’d worked on and done nothing with. So many missed blog opportunities.
But opportunity is everywhere. Can’t one man’s iPhone clutter be another man’s treasure? And cant’ those two men actually be the same guy? Me. See where I’m going with this? Are you down for a little treasure hunt? I am. Let’s see what we come up with.
My handsome novio getting all creative on this downtown mosaic.
I made this for last year’s Dia de los Muertos alter at Lola.
And I have no idea what happened to it.
This hotel is just blocks away from my apartment.
I would love to get wrapped up in a mystery there.
Can you believe she whipped that hat up out of a bag of avocados?
You can find her at the downtown public library.
Remember SB1070?
I found this friendly little amphibian on Pandora.
I just really liked this girl’s look.
I could draw it.
Eddie Detroit. I ran into him on the metro one day and we swapped life stories.
The Westward Ho.

Shaka what

So I met this guy a few weeks ago at work. I was behind the bar and he was on the other side having a screwdriver. He was a nice guy to talk to. Hawaiian. 50 years old I think. He showed me pictures of his grandson Ben, who was named after him. He was at a time an extra on Hawaii Five-O, playing of all things, a bartender. And he taught me the meaning of the Shaka sign which I alway happened to associate with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. So all and all he was your average guy who walks into a bar. And then he went and asked me “What is the one thing you want most right now?”

And I said “to graduate.”

“You will” he asserted. “And after that? Then what do you want?”

I said I wanted to travel. And to just keep making art.

“Oh you will.” He smiled and so did his eyes.

Then he pulled out a necklace from underneath his shirt. He asked me to lean in closer and showed me an iridescent, black orb that hung from the necklace. He said it was a piece of comet. A stone from out of this world. And he put it in my hand. Then his hands around mine. He closed his eyes for a moment. And maybe I did too. When he opened his eyes he said “There, we are connected now.” And a tingling trickled down my spine.

We chatted some more as the night went on. I passed him a few more screwdrivers which eventually turned into just OJ with no ice. Before the night got too busy and we both got lost in the bustle he stopped me and asked “Are you right handed or left handed?”


“The next time you make art, use your left hand.”

“Ok. Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” And he smiled again. That smile that beamed with light and colors.

Leather Dugie

So one of my favorite blogs Red Means Go, is having a giveaway. What’s at stake? Literature. I’m vying for a chance at winning my very own used copy of Alice Walker’s The Color Purple. Would you believe I’ve never read it? The only stipulation is that after I’m done reading it I too have to throw a big, giant blog giveaway. Something I’ve always kind of wanted to do anyways. The thing is I’ve always fancied giving away this wierd pair of leather pants that have been haunting me since halloween 2002. It’s a long story. But now I can just give away both.
Anyway I may have mentioned that to the blogger in question and she’s asked for visual representation of said leather pants. So here it is. Let’s hope this gets me that book. If not. I’ll definitely be giving the leather pants away on this blog either way.I just have to think of a competition worthy of a pair of turn-of-the-millennium, leather GAP pants.

First Friday @ CityScape

Feel that buzz. The bite in the air. That jolt of life that can only be found on a December night in a downtown pulsating with wanting. We all want it don’t we. To feel alive in our own city. To breath in the bustle. Rub elbows with the metro bound. Revitalize the hustle. Rise from the winter ashes. We are Phoenix. The downtowners. The artists. The musicians. The locals. The poets. The transplants. The snow birds too. Fuck hibernation. We’re downtown. You should be too.