Some Fjord Relevant News

There's this Viking Ship

And then there's this Viking Turd

And then there's this Mummy

I'd prefer you to have a multi-media experience when you visit

You're watching channel fjord.

Built Fjord Tough

Where did I go? I dunno,
I think I may have just been here.

What did I do? I dunno,
but I seem to have exactly everything I had before I left, except a new poster of a hula-girl.

I guess, all-n-all that's a net gain, but definitely not the massive life-altering increase from squalor to uber-wealthy which I was wishing for.

I guess there's always next year.

So the other day I was in a conversation where someone brought up the bright idea that I was Banksy. I thought this was an astonishingly good suggestion, since about four years ago, I had convinced myself I was living a Fight Club-esque double life as a man named Carlos Delgado. (Not the all-star First Baseman Carlos Delgado, a different one lurking in the Los Angeles underground (like the A-Team))

Anyways, I've had enough people cruise through my world telling me things about how great I am, that in fact, I wouldn't be surprised at all, if it turned out I was in fact, me, Carlos Delgado, and Banksy.

But I'm pretty suspicious.

And here's the reason - I'm lazy, I don't have the passion, my vision for the future is blurry, I lack conviction and beliefs, my idea of art isn't to transform anything, or to educate anyone. It's to take people from a comfortable spot in their own lives, and entertain the fuck out of them. And that's just my idea of art - that doesn't mean I've even come close to creating anything resembling what I'm talking about.

A guy like Banksy, or my other subculture hero Warren Ellis, has built a reputation on some of the most creative and edgy shit that's graced a graphic form - and me? I'm just a slowly aging dude in denial, that just wants to rest in an easychair, enjoying the next six hours in comfort, after putting in an entirely half-assed 8-hour day at a job that would underemploy a crafty 8th grader.

That is what I want. What I seem to get is a little nasty demon inside me that is eating my heart, liver, and lungs saying "do something more." No matter how close to the ideal of either my creations, or my attempts at leisure, that nasty little demon is still in there chomping away. It kinda bugs me.

Anyways, I suppose what I'm trying to get at is - how much impact does working extremely hard, change the way you feel? And how much can extremely hard work really change your exterior world? How many paragraphs, or how many stencils on walls do you need to do before somewhere you create something pretty damn killer. And once you are at the level of "killer" how many of those might you need to make, before they come with a truck full of money, and want to buy them from you?

That's a pretty good question. I'm going to change the analogy here, and just say, an empire might not fall in minutes, but perhaps you've noticed they can disappear pretty fast. But, perhaps you've also noticed that "they" never really talk about how to build an empire, because anyone who's actually talking about it is clearly busy NOT BUILDING AN EMPIRE.

Anyways, regarding not the above, but that paragraph which preceeds it - I'm under the impression, that not such a long, or great amount of time is necessary - and in fact, I am about to propose such a modest number that it will astound and amaze you.

15 minutes a day.
Anything more than that is gravy.
Anything less is simply not trying.

I'm puting this theory to the test. I'll keep you updated.

It's been a couple months since I was really doing this...

And, legitimately, I've lost some of the mad blogger skills I had. They're coming back, but like anything, it's just a matter of putting practice into function. You want some groovy text-oriented fucked up shit? Go check the archives from like 2005 or early 06 when I was really crackin'. Anyhoo, I found this other tune that's so dang cute you might as well consider your sox history.

enjoy yer monday.

So, a little while ago

I stated there would be words. Well, it's taken a while for them to get here, and when they did...it turns out they were for something that I can't really share in the Fjords. Still, I don't wanna let you hangin' with just the same ole reruns you've doubtless seen here. Therefore for the KOAW, I give you this adorable piece of J-pop.



Happy Friday

Update...
Thanks to the power of the internets, I also found this amazing one. Kimura Kaela's the name.

Another to help you thru the edge of the weekend

Fuck cavemen...this is a nice tune

More stuff for youse to looks at

Madonna y Sex pistols = pretty bueno.

This is too cute for me not to post

If you want to criticize, please ask yourself what you were doing in highskool.

I'm aware of this

The days slip past at an alarming rate. The world is nothing like you want it to be. You never, can get enough done - and what you do get done - is hardly important in the scheme of your own life. Facing the inevitability of your own judgement on how history will remember you is most likely the hardest criticism you will ever get. Strike that. It's probably not the hardest, but it'll be the longest-lasting of criticisms, unless you happen to end up like Spielberg, Opra, or Paul Allan, at the top of whatever crappy heap they're (you're) kings and Queens of. Even then, surrounded by hundreds of people working to try and think of a thing they'd (you'd) want before they (you) want it, even then, they're (you're) sitting around knowing you could far exceed what you've already done. Right now, I'm nowhere close to that.

But I do know the power of a well-timed hilarious statement, and how it can change a whole day. I also know the power of a good deodorant, which was made apparent when I neglected mine today. Don't take that last one too lightly when you live in, or visit a desert town - I'm just sayin'. We also get stuck in simple little traps that we should be smart enough to stay out of.

We ain't gods, but damn, we ain't slouches neither. Heroic, I think would be the word. I hope you can pull it off this weekend, since it seems to be in the cards, and I'm rootin' for you. And what else would the King of All Weekdays get behind.

Happy Friday