baseball, poetry, and kim chi

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

mars has landed. Thanks to Pirooz.  Posted by Picasa


Blogger Pirooz M. Kalayeh said...

fantastic! can't believe it made it. looks good. have you looked at it with the lights out?

6:20 PM

Blogger JWG said...

tonight i will look at it in the dark. Will i be frightened?

7:10 AM

Blogger Pirooz M. Kalayeh said...

No, it didn't come out all that great. It does glow in the dark though. I sold another painting to a friend. Funny thing was that he was what you could call a ghostbuster. He told me it freaked the shit out of him. Then he figured out I was playing a practical joke, and had a good laugh. He even invited all his friends to check it out. That gave me a nice feeling. I love playing practical jokes on zen masters and clairvoyants and that stuff. It is the funniest thing. One of my most favorite times was hanging out with some Zen guys, and talking about the crazy shit we did when we were kids. I nearly peed (is that how you spell it?) my pants when he told me how they used to play railroad spike.

"What's railroad spike?" I asked.

"Oh," he said, as if I was the only one who hadn't gotten the memo, "We would go to the train tracks and pull out old railroad spikes. Then we would throw them at the other guy's feet. The person who got the closest would win."

"Didn't people get hurt?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "All the time."

Then the head master started talking about squished eyeballs and the violence he committed, and I thought to myself, "Man, I am not messing with Buddhists. These are some tough motherfuckers."

Of course, it was not stop funny.

I am sure you and I will have a blast in Seoul. Man, there are so many practical jokes we could play. Zen Masters love good jokes. Everyone does. There is really nothing better in my book.

Mark Twain says they are a sign of immaturity and all that, but I think they can be a good time, especially with Enlightened folks.

I could pull out the Dalai Lama's chair or just get one of those classy Whooppee (is that how you spell it?) Cushions. I put it on his chair. We sit. And...

"Gotcha!" I say. "That was great. You didn't see that coming."

Yeah, that would be very funny for me. I don't know why. It is though. I think the other thing that's funny is your spelling. Mine too. The other day at work, this writer for one of the TV shows comes over, and was like, "Hey, checked out your blog. I dig it. It's very Joycean. You just have to do something about your spelling."

That threw me for a loop. I don't think I'm that bad. I just don't really think about it too much. It's not like I'm spell checking when I blog. Hmmm. You know what I probably a funky speller too. I got nervous everytime I got up in front of a class room and spelled potato.

Even now I don't know if I got it right.

Anyway, it was good to hear you're getting groupies everywhere. You didn't mention L.A. though. I hope you make a stop on your world tour. I don't know where you could read, but I got some cardboard boxes and we're only a block from Hollywood Boulevard. I think people would get a kick out of us doing some readings right on the street. It would be like your boy, Spicer.

Do you remember a year ago when you were talking about Spicer's transmissions from Mars? Well, I think a transmission is coming through. Hold on...He says, "Eat the peanuts. Don't think about it. When she asks if you're name's Bubba, and she looks like that, don't answer like Bubba would, say, "Yeah, it's me, Bubba."

Okay, homeslice. Now for some other transmissions.



2:32 AM


lovely.we love papa jim. and if you read in SF, you must drop down south and have a drink in LA.

11:57 AM

Anonymous marlowe said...

spehlling is fur bowzoas

1:35 AM


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