Life In A Charles Long Sculpture Zone — In 2010 I moved to California (again). My New York artist friends Cathy Butterly and Tom Burkhardt heard that I’d be living close to Mount Baldy and insisted I look up their friend, the sculptor Charles Long. Charles had moved from New York City to teach at UC Riverside. Tom…

Sculpture, Graffiti, Tattoos: Philip K. Dick’s Spray Can in the Physical World — Things I Can Safely Say About Ubik After so long, there are a few things I feel I can safely say about Ubik. I don’t mean that Ubik makes me feel unsafe, only that Ubik has shown a tendency to flow beyond its seeming boundaries— and, therefore, that general statements…

A Voyage to the Edges of My Disney Hyperartifact, Part 2 — In “Mixed-Up Mouse”, Part 1 of my soundings of the Disney Hyperartifact, I promised that in Part 2 I’d explain how the thing engulfed me — twice. You might want to read Part 1 first, though it isn’t required. (Nothing is required.) 1.

A Voyage to the Edges of My Disney Hyperartifact, Part 1 — When I was a child I loved the desert, I dreamed of the desert, I felt the desert. But I was an east-coast city kid and had never been anywhere near the desert. Instead I’d been dwelling inside the photo-book version of a movie I’d never seen.

On living with a forgotten painter’s masterpiece — The painting hangs over my desk. My desk is pushed against an unused fireplace, so the painting gains the authority of hanging over a mantle too. The image possesses a gaze — several, when you begin to examine it — and forms a trap for human gazes, a sink for…

I tell my friends that I have become obsessed with Columbo. It is how I lately murder hours. I tell my friends that I have become obsessed with Columbo and they confess to me or claim innocence. If they know what I’m talking about I’m free…