Let’s Date The Bowie Photo, As If We Couldn’t Just Look It Up

In my procrastination mindset, I ended up trying to date-stamp this photo. Of course a date exists. A photographer, there’s a credit somewhere (Sukita Masayoshi), so the era is not unknown. But it’s less obvious than other Bowie pics, where you know immediately what time period — down to the year, at least — that…

Give Me The Cigs, Please…

This would do the trick right now, if only I was a smoker: AND had access to David Bowie. Sharing a pack with Bowie would just about do it for me, right now.

“It’s a lie, but it’s only a little lie.”

Whenever Mick Jagger is in the media I think of high school art class. In response to a dot drawing assignment I’d produced a version of a Herb Ritts photograph that had appeared in Rolling Stone: Yes, that is the original Herb Ritts photograph and not my “art”work, which was loved by my instructor and…

Memories Are Everything…

Add this to the list of recent Bowie verbiage (I use that word facetiously), courtesy of/addressed to the folks at the Friars Aylesbury on the eve of an exhibition at the Buckinghamshire County Museum…

In Praise of the Verbasizer, Or at Least Random Words Of Inspiration

Realizing the deadline for a short prose contest is Monday, I sought out random words for inspiration. Last year when I entered this competition I wrote a story about an ailing dog envisioning his own death. (I didn’t win.) That story came, like anything I consider creative in my own… exercise-of-putting-prose-out-into-the-world… from an image, or…