One Year Ago On This Very Night

New Children Laugh also has new random shots of old stuff

The Future Is Murder

The First update in a long time and it's all old stuff/

This is a map I drew recently from memory of an apartment complex my family lived in between 1978 and '84.

Random Scribbles I Came Upon

Be my mundane afternoon of spilt ink
You can do it
I've faith you can make a mess
You're damn good at that
My eyes see pink flourescent lines everywhere
Blood clots almost a year ago
Taco Burgers a mystery
a year of Camus and Bradbury
Asia and I kissed of champagne
on bestwick Drive's southern side
I wandered home oblivious to my girlfriend
Rich turned donuts in Pohick snow
I pooped under the deck
I stole money to try and take Maria Macaluso on a date in 2nd grade
her friend Carrie peed on her Preemie
Garbage Pail Kids probably never affected her all that deeply
I picked pumpkins when I was a kid-little dumbass gourdish things too small to carve
Sawdust in Karen Mack's icecube
Jennipher and I watched Seinfeld with our old friend Rolling rock from Lombardy Market and I taught her to smoke with Carlton's
Pete nodded when I got sentimental about Oliver Cromwell
The turkey bustled through dead leaves
Adam knelt by the fortress and I looked out across the water at shooting stars over Florida
Michelle was convinced the hiker we passed at Crater Lake would slit our throats as we slept in our tents on a pinewooded hillside near a spring where emerald shoots of august grew beside the crystalline water
Ryan and I fell asleep arguing over the spelling of "jeez" or "geez" in my Buick parked on a mountain southeast of Boone, NC
There are a lot of us out there who are ready to explode...
I took drugs and spoke analytically about Mamma's Family in a British accent
I drank a 10oz bottle of orange juice and ate spicy peanuts from a shiny foil bag
Sunday shivers like a girl on a metal toilet in winter
Come to class really early and put small table cloths on every desk. Wear a tux and carry a tray. As the class fills in walk around and take drink orders.
The youth of America aren't worrying about Ted Kaczynski's prison experience
What were we saving our Camel cash for?
Amputee outside a Portland, Maine grinder shop
I arrive at the used record store with ryan and he puts on a 20's style flapper hat- the girl behind the counter stops sucking a lollipop long enough to smilingly say "You guys are cute".

Natural Camo

Friendly little guy.

Beyond Gender

A new concept, at Maryland's Chesapeake House rest area along I-95.

Calabaza con libaza

¡Que bueno!

old drawing....

Weird...

but I like it. Drop Dead Gorgeous.

Smile

What goes around.

Mission Accepted/Mission Accomplished

It's hard to believe that a year ago this week I was worried about the things I was worried about. I had my file with me, my own notes, my own case I had been working meticulously. . it seemed fitting that when I arrived and stood at the table the Master asked where I was. In fact I was there, only even I didn't recognize myself anymore.

The former title here came from a phrase I'd heard once, likely from Hobbes (or rather, ultimately Hobbes'), and while it matched little regarding my views on government it seemed to match how I felt in my personal life. When I started here I was hoping to document in real time, the story of how my then wife and I met, some events leading up to it, the relationship, and ultimately it's demise. The Crackup was how I felt, in a state of emotional bankruptcy described here:

"Fitzgerald describes his own state of depletion: 'I began to realize that for two years my life had been a drawing on resources that I did not possess, that I had been mortgaging myself physically and spiritually up to the hilt' (The Crack-Up, p. 72)."

with a sort of humorous self-awareness that:

"The essays generated substantial attention, much of it negative. Fitzgerald’s contemporaries, including Scribners editor Maxwell Perkins, were dismayed by his confessions. Hemingway, in particular, was scornful of what he considered Fitzgerald’s public whining."

Last year's appointment at 9:00AM found me wondering just how long I had planned to continue attempting to dissect the facts from the lies, the imagined relationship from the real relationship, the woman from the ghost. "Eh, I got better things to do with my time," I thought, "it never existed". And then the process of erasing.

Lately I've been thinking even the title here needs to go. Before I knew it, Joe had enlisted his fans at the Pentagon, US Army, Loudoun County Government, unapologetic conservatives, and a few liberal freedom fighters to work on the project. We even got our own team members working on it (which lately has been the exception, not the rule). And as usual, it took me a long time of thinking to figure it out but it didn't occur to me until someone in London's government was found here looking for "tickle-toilets" last week. I couldn't for the life of me figure how they ended up here but when I found out it led me to a list of phrases turned out at random by a computer in Tom's college dorm 12 years ago (of which he's only posted a portion).

And after some serious thought and much thanks to the crack team of commenters, I think that we are now to be called. . .not "cubist sex acts" or "my spook is you", not even "Kevin's stained struggle" but Digital Camel. . .at least for now.

However, I would like to give a shout out to Tom at The New Children Laugh, Gel Paco at Santo's Karma, Greg L at Black Velvet Bruce Li, Robin at Greetings from down south, and of course Joe from NOVATownhall because seriously, I think you all had some really good ideas. Now, be a pal and update your links, if you'd please?

An Honor To Be Back

I want to thank Kevin for inviting me back to join the discussion circle here at "Dismantling Leviathan," "Ned's Gutter Service," or whatever else this blog may be known as in the future.

I don't recall exactly where we left off, but I can assure everyone my intention is to make as slight a footprint as possible, leaving the artistry and wizardry to the regulars. On behalf of everyone at the NOVA TownHall Blog, I shall always try to bring an attitude of warmth, quiet dignity, and more than anything else, sobriety.



The target date is Christmas week for some extended posts. In the meantime, enjoy the pre-holiday season.

Monument Lighting 06

Ha haha hahaha

The Crackup found here. . .

I'm gonna bury you

We need a new name around here. Any suggestions? The name with the least chance of garnering attention wins.

Movie Trailer Madness

Hot Fuzz - brilliant.

Sorry, dude, but this one just will not be ignored

taken by gel paco

taken by gel paco

Hey. . .Dirty. . .Baby I got your money

I said hey. . .Dirty

more old pics...

transfering of old photos...

i may have posted these at some point before, but oh well.