Electoralism 2008

[cross-posted from moink.net]

There is little purpose in writing extensively about how the United Stations electoral system, while providing the illusion of popular influence, is little more than a tool to manufacture an air of legitimacy where none exists. It is used to continue our domination, and that of the other oppressed classes. Instead I'll just point to Ray Cunningham's very brief If voting changed anything... it would be illegal.

No matter which candidate is elected, we are in for more of the same. More capitalism. More oppression. More war. More police. More violence. The presidential and vice-presidential candidates are not necessarily inherently bad people, but they do believe in capitalism, and electing the ones from either party will result in just about the same outcome. It is time to stop imagining that our votes make a difference, and begin organizing for real democracy.





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To Pick Up a Thing

Here's a guy picking up a thing.
I'm really into the pen work on this--I might watercolor it instead of this digital action, but here's its current state. I often lose interest in things over time, so it's kind of a now or never type of thing. I hope life's treating everyone well lately. Fall break is a battle with myself over what to put my time into--I'm rolling to the library right after this, but we'll see how well I apply myself there.

Ride til You Die: the Last Chapter (maybe)

hey team,
Sorry that it has been a while, but school has been running my life a bit, as I guess is to be expected. I made another 'ride til you die' thing, probably the last one, but I kind of went off of Andrew's remix and incorporated some environmentalism into the concept. I have been thesis-writing a lot lately, so I'm getting my learn on a lot, and have spent more time in the library this semester than ever before. Now I am going to make some music and go to a party to see some friends play in a band.
Ethanol is a dumb idea. My economist friend is writing his thesis on it, and how stupid and inefficient it is. Oh well. Here's the new image.
Megacat

An Adorned Shell is a Symptom of Bourgeois Turtle Decadence that Must be Struggled Against

[cross-posted from moink.net]

Megacat was recently approached by Kusikia to create a poster to advertise the release concert for their new album, "TURTLE WARS". Megacat got on that, and produced awesome turtles of doom. The project was then referred (sub-contracted?) to me, and I produced the text and layout, vectorized the graphics, did the colors, etc.

I have to admit that working with color is absolutely terrifying. I've only touched color in an art medium (other than as a single tone on white or black) once before, and it was a disaster. It still does not seem "just right" to me, and that's mostly because of the colors. If I was limited to black, white, and even two tones, it would be easier to comprehend. The high-contrast and simplicity of monotone work makes it extremely high-impact without the need to struggle with a color palette.

All this to say: color freaks me out, black and white are hella awesome. Hope you like the poster.

Also! Come to the show! Starting at Shakabra's (6th Ave & Oakes, in Tacoma) at 7:30pm, starring Teeath, Palo Verde, The Nextdoor Neighbors and, of course, Kusikia! Free! All ages! !!! !!!!!!!!! !

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The City, A Pile of Rubble

[cross-posted from moink.net]

During my brief time in the San Francisco Bay Area, I was slightly overwhelmed by the city I could once call my home. It isn’t quite that I haven’t been there in a long time. I do know how to move around the town… even got the bus system down. Sometime still felt foreign. It was the people. I returned home to find so few people that I still knew and still cared about. It was tragic, and isolating.

The only exception was when I shared a wireless access point with a new neighbor and we had a long, impromptu chat. “Annie”, sorry I didn’t call you back. I fled California for Tacoma, WA. Anyway, I did a linocut in response to what I was feeling about my life, and the city in general. I don’t have the energy to explain further, today.