mancub is a sound designer. he is working right now, as i write this. makes all kind of sounds and racket and shit. in our very own home!

mancub experiences the world aurally, so new things get known to me all the time. not through his eyes, but through his ears.

i am spacial and visual.

so, i figure that we can work our way out of any shithole we find ourselves in through the use of our strengths!

anyhoo, his birthday. i wanna play up the superhero theme. but adapt it to audio-superhero.

why are goldfish crackers so good?

there is a neighbor that must be a set designer for the movies who lives in this bulgarian-castle-house around the corner. it is a monolithic house with turrets and lots of iron embellishments and such. beyond that, out front he has an urn full of crutches and a woman's clatch of manaquins (sp? whocares?) in weirdo clothes and part of the edifice of a building outside- all in some goth presentation.

like having little get-ups here and there in our house. we never did it, but we have this grand entryway into our little shitty place that is so much overkill, that i thot we could have a sensor that whenever the door opened that there was applause and music like on the Mike Douglas Show.

love experiments with light, shadow, water, and other kinds of mini-installations.

we are going to eat out... more important than any analysis of art installations in the casa.