Here is another recent form from my forming formations. Doodling makes me feel productive in a very nonproductive way. Maybe it's the antidote for productivity: Procrastination's reward. It definitely provides stress relief at the least, and cures boredom too. I look forward to getting my work for money done so I can get back to the real business of doodling my time into oblivion. (Note the infinity sign for oblivion.)

I continue to find these little critters scurrying around in my subconscious. Here's a doodle I did moments ago, depicting one of the shapes that pops up now and again.
Exorgonic = releases energy.
Endergonic = receives energy.
Those are my newest vocabulary words I'm trying to work into conversations in which I describe the nature of the universal flow. (So far they still haven't come up.) It's been 40 years since Monterey Pop. I love that film of Jimi Hendrix setting fire to his guitar, wearing a wickedly mischievous grin, supposedly dosed on two hits of Owsley's Monterey Purple. There's a great intro where the artist who throws paint with hands full of brushes creates a giant painting of Jimi in huge colorful strokes and splashes. That's entertainment!

Here's another one of my basement doodles from a few days ago. I've decided to work on moving past outlines and getting more into 3D form. I have a long way to go, as a longtime lover of the outline school of doodlography, but I'm determined.

By the way, I'm really enjoying the new White Stripes CD, Icky Thump, and I'm looking forward to driving up to Maine next weekend to see them in Portland. I can't wait!

I've been doodling again lately, while watching laws get passed on C-SPAN 2. I've been seeing the Senate lately because the TV in my basement only has two channels, and I'll be darned if I'm going to watch nuns pontificate over the doomed destiny of my eternal soul. On many nights, in the middle of some lawmaker's glorious statement, baseball from Baltimore and Washingon, D.C., interrupts. Both Congress and baseball are both very hypnotic and full of strategy and jargon. I like their juxtaposition.

I just read a rare and interesting article in the latest Rolling Stone magazine about Owsley Stanley, the LSD-maker and Grateful Dead manager who turned on many pivotal people in the '60s and '70s with his high-grade acid. I enjoyed reading about his combination of genius and lunacy through the eyes of the famous people who knew him before he disappeared into the Australian outback. It's sad that he's so obsessed with an impending end of the Northern Hemisphere through environmental crisis. He seems kind of cool in a Dr. Strangelove kind of stylee. He makes a living as a jewelry maker, and still collects lots of royalties from the recordings he made long ago. He even helped create the Steal Your Face logo, but never got a dime. It's nice to hear he's still alive and kicking!

I call this painting, "The Orb." I've heard a variety of interpretations of it, which is gratifying. I see a guy who is worshipping this giant, man-made orb, while he's missing all of the exciting details in the nature around him. The big orb blocks his view of the real spiraling excitement going on in the sunset, trees and grass. My friend Herb had a much different take on it, which is probably even better than mine. The images in the painting all came from Arcata, California.