Blown to Hell

This is all Sam’s fault.

She’s the one that made me read “Let’s Pretend This Never Happened“, which basically is a memoir about someone whose childhood was almost as f$%&ed up as mine. But not quite.
For example, she talks about this one time when her crazy Dad set off an antique cannon to celebrate a holiday. OK, cool. That’s pretty weird, I’ll give you that.


The time my Dad wanted to set off a cannon for his birthday, all we had was a cannonball. So Dad shoved a half pound of gunpowder and said cannonball into a four-foot section of PVC pipe, stuck one end of it in the side of a small hill, dropped a flaming pack of matches into the open end, and told us all to run like Hell.  I have no idea what happened after that, because instinct took over and buy the time I heard the ‘BOOM’ I had barricaded myself indoors underneath the overturned sofa. Possibly locking the rest of the family outside on my way in. That’s OK, though. They were all assholes.

You want to know how I know they were all assholes?  The whole reason we had a cannonball to start with was because my grandparents, who lived at the very top of a big giant hill (like, many acres of hill) thought it was hilarious to roll the cannonball down the hill and watch their faithful and long-suffering German Shepherd fetch it back again. A cannonball. With his teeth. It would take him an hour to wrestle the damn thing the quarter-mile back up to the house, because a cannonball weighs like 20 pounds and is made of metal. And do you know what they would do when he finally made it to the top? I mean, once they had stopped whooping with laughter? They would roll it right back down their mini-mountain.

Which is why we had a cannonball. Also a fairly good explanation of why I don’t talk to that side of the family all that much any more.


Tinfoil Hat Report: Aliens are fucking with our nukes.

Tinfoil. Fuckin. Hat. Report.

It’s been a while since I posted a Tinfoil Hat Report, but this is a good one. It comes right in the middle of my reading “UFOs: Generals, Pilots and Government Officials Go On the Record“, which Samantha kindly sent me the other week, so I’m primed and ready with my tinfoil hat.


Rueters broke the story this week, as 120 former or retired military personnel prepare to go on the record stating that UFOs are compromising our nuclear facilities- although, it seems, in a polite bid to keep us from blowing ourselves to smithereens.

several nuclear missiles simultaneously and inexplicably malfunctioned while a disc-shaped object silently hovered nearby

Considering everything I’ve read on other subject, it actually doesn’t seem very alarming, other than that the US might finally have to follow in the footsteps of a number of other countries, most notably France and Great Britain, and admit that yes, Virginia, there are flying saucers. In all the case files I’ve read, a UFO has never fired on a civilian or military craft, even when fired upon.

So, buck up, little earthlings. Maybe they’re on our side after all.

On Monday (Sept 27th), a panel of former US military personnel involved with the nuclear facilities before the National Press Club. This is certainly not the first time that US military personnel have come forward to attempt to break the taboo surrounding talking about UFOs seriously, and we will see if the press continues to studiously ignore the mounting evidence, as they did with the release of the COMEDA report.


Induced Epidemics at the Chaos Gallery

OK, I am SUPER excited about the confluence of AWESOME that is this weekend.

This is the first event  Samantha and I have produced. Saturday Night, at the Chaos Gallery in Los Angeles.

We are working with the folks from LA’s Museum of Death, who are not only the incredibly nice and creepy and fun, but also trusted me to take their beloved pet potbelly pig, Chaos, after he died and keep him for eight months while I took him apart and put him back together again as a skeleton. He’ll be at the show, too.

The artists for this event are AMAZING. I know, because we picked them. Not only did we get people like Hussar and Chad Michael Ward involved, and some of our close circle of brilliant and talented (Courtney Riot, Tim Kern, Cherry Vega), we also had an incredibly impressive group of submissions from Haute Macabre readers.

Thanks so much to everyone involved! Please come out to the opening on Saturday, or stop by the Chaos Gallery any time this month to check out the work. Also, Bar Sinister will be hosting the afterparty, giving anyone coming from the gallery half off admission at the door.  Even more reason to stop by!


Dog With Coconut


Today I received in the mail a box containing a CD marked, oddly, “Dog With Coconut”. Hoorah! Vacation pictures from my partner in crime, Fractal. The only person who would have been as excited about a run-down Costa Rican mortuary as I was.


When traveling to foreign countries, I highly reccomend not lugging a camera with you. They are heavy, expensive, and eternally prone to falling into ponds, getting stolen by erstwhile nice-looking grandmotherly types, or being left behind on various forms of public transportation. Instead, invite your photographically inclined friends to go on vacation with you. This way you have a record of your adventures without all the fuss.


Fractal hauled not one, but an entire duffel bag full of various cameras (mostly plastic ones circa 1987, some of which are held together with such technological innovations as rubber bands and cleverly folded bits of cigarette packs) around with us, along with a plethora of expired film. This may seen absurd in this newfangled digital age, but it is the only way to acheive vacation photos that actually look like they were taken in the mid-1970’s:


a few more after the jump…

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Nixon Presents: The Bone Room Presents

So, I’ve been a slacker at posting here, mostly because I’ve been hella busy and any posting I’ve done has gone into Haute Macabre.

What have I been busy with? Reinventing the salon. Not the sort one gets one’s hair done at, but the  16th and 17th-century ideal of a gathering place for artists and intelligentsia, a place for cross-pollination of ideas and a mingling of the best and the brightest minds around. It’s an interesting concept, and a tough one to do: how do you pull together interesting people under one roof, and begin to form the sort of community in which a free flow of ideas and creativity just naturally happens?

Meet my new baby: The Bone Room Presents. A gallery by day, and space for author talks, lectures, classes and gatherings by night, all tied together with a single theme: Natural History.


Find us on Facebook and Twitter!

Also, I will be constantly on the lookout for artists to show in the gallery, as well as for people who will be in the Bay Area to give academic lectures, authors to speak and sign books, and people with interesting skills to give classes. Write me if you would be interested in becoming a part of the project! So far, our Grand Opening was an artist reception for engraver Sharon Augusta Mitchell, and a reading, talk, and book signing by the amazing Mary Roach, author of Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers and Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex.

To give you some idea, here is a talk Mary did at this year’s TED conference, entitled “10 Things You Didn’t KNow About Orgasm”. Wait for the pig-diddling video. It’s AWESOME.


Fuck It Up!

Heads Up! Pigface online listening party – new album finished! 

Hey! Join me tonight, Tuesday, June 9 at 8:00pm CST for an online Pigface listening party. I’ll be chatting online with Martin Atkins and other special guests while listening to the 6 – the new album.. 

This album has been a long time coming. Pigface started recording (and filming) at the very end of the Free For All tour – some 3.5 years in the making and five years since the last album. You’d better get your head on straight and listen to some of the new songs before the tour is announced!

To participate in the listening party go here: http://invisiblerecords.com/community/news/-test- 
and click the big button that says enter the chat room. 


Photo Noir


What is it that makes a photograph ‘noir’? It’s a term that seems to get bandied about a lot lately, and used to mean any old black-and-white photo. First off, ‘Noir’ has a whole lot to do with lighting.  Film Noir was shot in high contrast black and white, often using low-key and chiaroscuro effects- using a single bright light to separate the foreground from the shadows. The results are purposefully eerie, especially if the subject is surrounded by deep shadows. You will see the same types of lighting in related genres as well- horror, for example, and German expressionist films (think Nosferatu), which are often considered the forerunners of film noir, although the two often seemed to feed back and forth.

Secondly, ‘noir’ has a great deal to do with subject matter. No matter how striking the lighting or how mysterious the shadows, a photo of a kitten is unlikeley to qualify at ‘noir’. Noir films were full of sexuality and violence, sometimes critiquing modern ‘moral ambiguity’ and sometimes seeming to fetishize it. The expressionist films dealt with dark material as well, although it was often handled through symbolism and hyperbole.

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