Let's hear it for the Dads!

Lets hear it for the Dads! Usually Moms are ok to huddle up close to each other and pool the kids in front during Story time.
They may not know each other but they connect quick. Sometimes new friendships spring up.
Dads may never penguin up.
Most dude Dads are slow to warm I know, i was one of them. They kick it in the back and set up a perimiter  a table or two away. They watch the action and eventually he may let the kid come up close. It's not just men of corse. Lot's of folks don't dive in right away and it's normal.
This week i saw brave Dads front center next to me...a grown man singing "itsy bitsy spider" it's not always easy for them.

The nice folks at Nirvana cafe offered to throw a rubber chicken art opening party.

the guy on the bottom there is Olive Rootbeer's Dad...handsome guy!

                                     I said i can get live music and they said that's out of the question. No music without paying ASCAP hundreds of dollars.Don't matter if it's not copy-written, It's extortion and the weapon is the expensive court battle

If ya know any way around this insanity please ring my bell!

Bad friend

My kids presents from last year,they never got passed Mom's iron curtain. The kids got some of the last year presents from Texas but the Mama kept the money and didn't mention it to them.
This year i never got the $3000 it takes to get my kids back in court like I thought I would.

Looks like Mama is getting them the same thing she got them for Christmas last year, "clipped wings" and emotional baggage to match Mom's.
I'm writing them a book detailing who did this to us. The people i cared the most about knifed me and my kids pretty good. In 2007 my wife and friends all moved away and didn't tell me where they went. In the vacuum i became the best man i ever was. This is my punishment for happiness. It's been almost 2 year of no contact with the babies, i don't deserve that.
I put the time and love in for 12 years. Almost 2 years that i can't enjoy anything. I get no sleep because i keep seeing my son wondering why dad isn't holding his hand. Ex tells people all kinds of things about what a monster i am. I really hope my kids weather this ordeal better than Mom. Keeping them from a loving father for no good reason is selfishly insane and the fact that Dad is well respected makes it an insult to them. I pray they don't feel like less of a person or resent MOM forever even though they have every reason to.
She has done more damage to them than anything she made up that I would do. People who actually know me think she is crazy.I put my kids to bed by hand every night for years and now I don't even know what they look like. Merry Christmas.

Riding the Behemoth from South East to Downtown Portland

A view (a little shaky at first)from the handlebars.

Gliding through the air is so enriching. People hoot and hollar mostly positive things.Always lots of photos and questions from people perplexed.
"Handlebar-cam" is on "The Behemoth" 6' up from the street.
Behemoth is a giant bike built by Topher Moore and driven by Dingo Dizmal.
This has been Dingo's daily ride for 4 years or so.
On this Day 7/25/10 D.D. and his partner Olive Rootbeer are dropping from SE Portland to the Sunday Market on the other side of the Willamette River. The job is finding a crowd, making balloons, entertaining, posing for photos and promoting other events.
This is a ride over the Hawthorne Bridge and round to Sunday Market.Imagine riding a ladder down a busy street at high speeds.

the way of the day

I'm making as many crayons as i can as fast as i can.

looking up her gig...it's in Tigard. They hired her for 4 hours, it was 100 people and a pig for a 1 year old!

see ya later hon I love you!

With age i find myself standing there in the morning watching and waiting,..

 ...while it drip drip drips. It used to spit out it's liquid cargo fast and hard, ,,,large and in charge! Now it's more of a slow drip factory. I'm not complaining...I love my old coffee maker.I'm just glad my body doesn't act like that!

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Olive: "Dingo everywhere you go people are drawn to you!"

"They are not Olive Rootbeer!"
"Oh yeah look behind you..."

We went in to inform the adults who we were but they already knew.
I love Portland.

Street art hustler and chrismas clown today

random moments

Our part of the Batman set.

Rootbeer on our way back from a kid gig.

Nice fall conditions in winter.

Before the batman show at PCC

I eat fast with shovel, Olive eats slow with pencils.

A south African woman sending our crayons and zine to Ireland!!! Very cool.

I been playing a lot.

I'm thinking of getting a job at the airport. Everything is so expensive ther why shouldn't I be too? I would work the fast food and charge them $30 an hour. It's spendy fer Wendy's but I'm willing to kill in the line of duty should terrorists try and thwart my curly fries.

The people are filing in and this is my view from the hidee hole.

Olive has lots of lines so she is studying up in the dark up to the last moment.

Ape-ing it up with my painting in the shower.

Finding HAZEL

I know...I make fun of your bronze age religion all the time while devoutly practicing my own stone age religion HAHAHA but what cha gonna do right?
Here is an interesting true story that I still don't believe.
2007 was the worst year of my life.
My world exploded like a shotgun shooting cabbage.
In an attic room I quietly started re-building. I have always been very shamanic but I hadn't been being very spiritual because it was difficult in the loud and fires and screeching seagulls of the Clown House. I could now focus on what I needed to do to put the parts back together. I needed Health, Happiness and HAZEL.

This was my altar at Skye Tower.

I needed Olive Rootbeer but I didn't know her name. Her monicker in my spell book was HAZEL. Healthy,Attractive,Zesty,Enterprising,Loving.
My altar was for focus in getting my life together and manifesting a partner. I work better as a collaborator and I'm full of cozy love and romance. I'm a strong, healthy happy man and I'm hard wired to be a woman's guy...I just didn't want to waste it anymore. While casting spells for Hazel in that attic; the music I was blasting every day was Wolf mother. I won't tell you what exactly I do but the music was a integral part of it. Very soon my spells came to fruition and on top of that, they had a strange side effect...

Within the year I had not only found Hazel but i also found the guy singing on the soundtrack while i was dancing around doing spellcraft. The very guy who gave me the idea to look for someone called Hazel in his song. He, by a strange coincidence dropped into Dante's Downtown while i was doing a show and joined me on stage during MY act!!!!He and his entourage had just happened to walk into a nightclub as my friend Mr Mickens and I were playing a lil game of Whats Up Your Ass? with a rowdy Portland nightclub audience.

We had never met (in fact the only time i ever heard of him or his music was in the attic) but that night we got really close as I put a feather duster in his butt crack for fun and profit!

now Olive and I do that act together...and have been for 3 years.

There she is...the woman of my dreams. The bonus was that she not only was great with my kids...she made a commitment to them.

As long as i remember I have been a wizardy pagan. I don't buy into any of the McReligions, no devils or old grumpy men in the sky. I'm not against your religion ..whatever you need to get through the day. I'm just not friendly with people trying to convert me. No tools of the State, no missionaries, no guilt no crap...I'm just this hairless ape on the planet ringing bells and playing with sticks. Middle men are for suckers. The world has shown me that the only one I can count on is #1 so I gotta make my own luck. I see the alter and spells as tools that I use to enhance the powers I already have as a human made of flesh and electricity. I only have a 10th grade education but I became a scientist in 4th grade with the question "Who did Cane and Able mate with?".

Riding home from a kid gig and the streets fill with fantastic sound!

recent paintings

Striking Vikings and Chicken Salad.

We were waiting for a bus ...

We were waiting for a bus the other night near 5th and SW Broadway.

I noticed a peculiar hole in the fence. What in the world could cause a hole that big...and fer Chrissakes why???There"s a friggin highway down there.

I followed the trail of clues and found this next to the hull of a burned out automobile. I would have brought the bones I found too but there weren't vegan. Not only did I solve the riddle, I also got a groovy prize to drag home and annoy my girlfriend with. Now I have a bumper for all those stickers people keep giving me.

We love working at Dante's Downtown

I'm allergic to this but more allergic to turning down a meal!~
My facepaint looks weird in bright lighting because it's designed for the lights on stage.Also since my golden age began I grew out of the angry angsty unhappy face and moved on to a happier critter by far.

Painting a bi-racial couple's chests for the amusment of many. They are bi-racial because he just got here from Canada.

J-Peace shows her chest impression...

And her boyfriend's...

Tampons and clown noses ...cannon ammo of course.

A very attractive cigarette girl who was even more attractive because she wasn't actually selling cigs .

Brat and Beer

Clown Rock starin it up for the Circus Project.

Great turn out for Cirque du Stiffy.