Nathaniel Clark

…and this from a recent SMS:

what are “sins” other than a religion’s inabil­ity to cope with life??

isn’t life grand today?

so I just had myself the best ‘breakfast-for-lunch’ I have had in a long, long time. Com­plete with scram­bled eggs, toast, and a witch’s brew of cof­fee. I plan on writ­ing more, but I just wanted to remind myself, in the mys­ti­cal cueni­form of a weblog, how materially-oriented epipha­nies can be. Peace.

so get this:: the name Nathaniel was the 206th most com­mon name in the last decade. It occurs with a 0.081 per­cent fre­quency in the pop­u­la­tion (mea­sured, that is). All of this wild infor­ma­tion can be yours at the US Cen­sus page: here!. It is fairly amaz­ing– and to me, unpre­dicted– the amount of infor­ma­tion to be plumbed here.

Dig­ging through my old and memory-bloated Hot­mail account, I was able to unearth some beau­ti­ful images of my friend Slide and her illim­itably amaz­ing child Izan. They are from last year, I believe, and from Brazil, I believe. Here they are:

slide and izan
slide : 8.12.02
izan, crawl
izan, work­ing
izan, wak­ing up
izan, with pil­low
izan with amigos

The tracks Tucker and myself have been record­ing are of a rather longish dura­tion… for those with time to kill in down­loads, or plenty of near-computer dis­trac­tion, here is an mp3 from our most recent live record­ing. A warn­ing, though: therein exists some high fre­quency bru­tal­ity, pure skull scream­ing, ice-needle pierc­ing feed­back. Enjoy!

Word came in last night that Mr. Tucker and myself and our Skald Con­fig­u­ra­tion have been accepted for the NWEAMO Fes­ti­val this upcom­ing Octo­ber in both Port­land and San Diego. We are,in a few short words, rather pleased.

We are also quite busy this week in the VAF Gallery record­ing some noise for a demo sub­mis­sion: the Nor­Cal Noise Fes­ti­val. Tucker has dig­i­tized the last few days’ aural encoun­ters (that sounds kind of sick doesn’t it?) and we will post them very soon.

Of course, more later…

So i seem to have lost my wal­let. My only hope is that Miles, my instruc­tor for shaolin kung fu, put it in his bag when it started to rain today. If not, then i left it on the park bench in Bal­boa Park and it is, of course, gone for­ever. But the joy­ous sub­text is: I have re-entered the fold and started shaolin train­ing again.
Tucker and I did some riotous noise art today, record­ing for our upcom­ing demo and pos­si­ble entry into the Nor­Cal Noise Fest. When Tucker trans­fers it, we will ‘mp3’-em and post them. I am tired and still sick, maybe worse tonight than before. I think Tucker and John Mark went to see the Hulk. I am green with envy. Goodnight.

It is late and I am sick. Pity me, you fools. But here is the almost-finished catalog-paper for Mr. David Poulin. Feel free to email me com­ments and sug­ges­tions. I am about to sleep. Peace. And of course, Happy Birth­day Karen.

check out the pic­tures of my (rel­a­tively) new nephew:

Need a Skald update…