Consistent inconsistency mostly.

Does my heart break when I see people in Haiti having to eat dried mudcakes to stave off hunger while the 'developed' world turns its crops to bio-fuels? Of course it does.

Does driving a V8 and leaving my computer on just in case I might want to use it make me feel guilty? Not really.

Uneducated, pro-nazi idiots make the hair on the back of my neck stand up on end but I've voraciously read anything I can get my hands on about the Waffen SS since I was a kid. Hypocrisy? Yeah, probably.

Was the Holocaust a shameful fact? Surely was. Does it give Israel the right to treat the Palestinians the same way? Hell no.

I believe in peace for all, but hope for armageddon. A twisted son of Nihil.

Am I a 9/11 conspiracy theorist? Nope. Would I put it past the Bush regime to try something like that? I reckon they'd try anything.

Do I believe in god? No, never have. Do I believe in the eternal soul and spirituality? Most assuredly yes. I know I have a soul. I call it something else, but that's what it is.

Do I believe aliens are among us? Sorry, bud. Nope to that one. Do I believe in life on other planets? How could I not? I know I look at the stars and hope.

Am I on drugs? Not anymore, but I stand by anybody's right to get fucked up on whatever they want.

Do I believe in equality? Uh huh, with all my heart. Do I still objectify a beautiful woman? Yep, guilty on that one.



Where am I going with this rambling crap? Nowhere really. I'm pretty happy with my consistent inconsistency. It allows me to blithely submit two opposing works like


IT WOULD BE A SMALL WORLD



and



BLINDED BY THE SON



without feeling too bad about it.

It does leave me feeling somewhat disconnected from my ideal of what being an artist is, but I struggle with calling myself that anyway.