SWEET

About me:

.. This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
Meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
- Rumi

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment;
Cleverness is mere opinion, bewilderment is intuition - Rumi

Only when we understand all is vanity, only then it isn't - Me

aliases	THAT GUY
occupation	PROBLEM SOLVER
company	DIGITALMAN-SCAPE
abilities	TO WONDER
birthplace	EARTH
species	HUMAN
religion	UNITY
degree	BFA
major	ILLUSTRATION

The Lab Rat About me – well, fudge. I am a psychotic, sarcastic bastard, when I fall into my funk. I tend to see the situation as it is and comment accordingly. Tact was never my strong suit, unless a free meal was involved. Sadly, I confess, I am a reactionary. I understand the heavy burden of potential and the human soul and grow weary and tired waiting for the jack-asses of the world to apply themselves to something greater than themselves or some trivial self-absorbed ‘project’ – myself included. In life and in general I tend to find myself in line behind the sleep-walking shitters of the world. I can dish it out, and can take it, but realize I will rebut with a heapin’ helpin’ of my hospitality… So, you have been warned, MoFo, click “add a friend’ if you dare. Delete me altogether – I don’t care – this is myspace, not yourspace. Oh and did I call you a MoFo yet? MoFo… The Artist Hackneyed Designer in search of his roots. I slipped down the slippery slope into Web Development. It’s a good paycheck, but at the end of the (long) day I didn’t feel creatively fulfilled. With the temperament of the internet nine months of work can never see the light of day. An arbitrary decision in a boardroom, a direction change, a Venture Capitalist pull-out or a plain old ‘bust’ make things disappear overnight. I am painting again. Traditional illustration and design never are out of fashion. Which makes me ask the question “when does traditional become contemporary? ” The Person I have a self-deprecating sense of humor, hence the ‘hackneyed’ comment. I can gab all day with you, have an opinion on EVERYTHING, but at the end of the day you won’t know much about me. Even though we are miles apart, most of my friends I have had since childhood. You have to grow up with me to put up with me. They have their opinions about me, but just like me they are loyal. We will have each others back when we need it. Growing up on the outskirts of Detroit, where social class and street names were measured in ‘miles’, we endearingly called each other ‘loser’. Until I moved away I didn’t realize how damaging negative reinforcements like that were to your sense of being. So I began new understandings of the World. I recognize the difference between ‘universal truth’ and ‘personal truth.’  I am optimistic and have faith in mankind but am disappointed with its shortcomings as I am with my own. I am trying to be better… The Spirit I have included the spirit becuase its a large part of who I am or moreover am trying to be. I am not religious in the traditional sense. I repsect others journeys as I ask them to respect mine. I feel every experience has somethig to offer in our journey and that everyone is right as long as everyone is wrong. Until we agree we know nothing abut ourselves and our place in the reality we have created for each other we can not move forward. I can learn from a Wiccan as much as I can from a Catholic or a self-proclaimed Guru. But I can learn the most from a soul with a good heart. Which makes me ask the question “why do they call it New Age when most of the concepts are very old? ”

Samples I MAKE NO EXCUSES FOR MYSELF. I MOVE THROUGH THE WORLD WITHOUT APOLOGY.