Dominating Transferances of Energy

If Energy in the universe can be settled into two categories, then, the transferances of energy would be that of positive/negetive exchange. The individual human perception of experience rides infinately upon the derivative of the same positve/negetive energy. Therefore, the determination could be that the universe consists only of energy: positive/negetive; however, the balance is not a gaurantee.

N 29*26.795' W104*11.128'

A Redford, Texas Landscape

The two Sides to a Man

Like a card, or deck of cards.
One is covered by a numeral, the other a picture.
Which is worth more?
Or are they the same?

Why would one choose to have two blogs?
Two identities? WhY? Yete.
Yete.

One, No more is needed.
One makes things alright.
One for writings and posts.
For pictures. Goodnight.

The Realm of the universe is two demensional.

As described in the foundations of mathematics, our uiverse is composed of two plains. Each plain coexising within a space known as time. Time is a set line.
Of this line are four languages of mathematics, yeilding two properties. Each property is equivilant to that of the magnet. Magnetism wields only two poles. Positive and Negative

Awww Hell

Side of the Road
I've been stuck in a ditch on the side of the road refered to as depression. It's big time. Where the hell does it come from. I figure it's the onslaught of years of alcohol and drug abuse that I may or may not have experienced in the last twelve years. See, I was on my way to greater things when suddenly I drove straight off a cliff. Needless to say, I wrecked out hard and have been cripled ever since. Funny thing is, when I was little I got sick a lot; My dad nicknamed me "Cripple-Creek". This crippling is more spiritual than physical. Near as I can tell it's the coming of the greatest reconning a man will ever face. Sieze a dream. There's only two ways to go. Anyway, this is just thoughts from the side of the road, therapy of sorts.
See ya later.

Tired, And at The End of a Day

Ahhhh...1
Conversation
13,14,....
Times when you were thinking of something interesting to say.
To talk with one's self in one's head.
Something interestingly fact,
but in such analogy that it sways from the road into memory.
You hope one day it comes back.
It was something that felt good in The Heart.
A Spirit Laughter.
Something you hope to share with another
Conversation.

Arc of The Covanant and the Quest for The Cup of Christ

George Zupp in the San Marcos Warehouse Studio, 2004.
Well, it's due time I talk about, or at least write down somewhere the adventures of this whole experiance and pursuit of art legend. You see, there is a bit of directionless wonder about this world, or demension, in which the world calls art. A realm of perpetual sacrifice. It is being blind but not really. To truely fall over the edge, one must have great faith and extreme stupidity at the same time; "two guns, one for each of you."
Back in undergraduate study at Texas State University, San Marcos, Texas, I met up with other artists who were, and are still currently in pursuit of this legacy of art books, memorial tributes, and groups. I'm glad I know them, because they are serious about it. We stumbled upon this art world and decided to each, privately take this art realm over, and preach something of weight to the world. Trouble is, in the visual art game it is not even for us to see what we are making, consider the deaf musician. For example, as far as I know there's only ever really been one of them. But anyhow, there are no garuntees or plans that do not change drastically.
I became friends with a fellow named George Zupp with whom I was never really in school with, but whom I met through an alternate group of potential artists who formed outside the TXState.edu campus. I was able to find success within abstraction, the acrylic medium did not kill me, rather, I was able to curb it into a couple of useful languages for something just a bit more real; but then what the hell is that anyway? Hahahaa. It was the time of my most developmental memoirs, codes, and hidden allegories. Zupp's character was relatable; Just didn't care much for the world, nor himself or anyone, only his work, maybe, that he cared to make.
So here it is on the 25th of July, 2008, he and I are making arrangements to rekindle this old warehouseartssanmarcos desire of art production into a traveling band of nomads with eyes fixed on a meeting in Alpine, Texas, November of 2008. Today I am in the Texas Panhandle, with eyes fixed on Lone Star, Texas, trying to stay ahead of the hell fire and dogs on my back. There will be pictures.