today people who made a newspaper were massacred in paris

charlie hebdo

as i learned from my man matt welch, these weren’t a bunch of kids scrawling stupid cartoons

they were, in his words, the bravest newspaper people in the world.

they took on everyone, often brilliantly and not only got sued for it

but a few years ago they were firebombed by muslims that objected to them.

six days later they put out the cover above of an artist making out with a muslim dude.

today a gunman grabbed the wife of one of the cartoonists, and her baby, and demanded that the office doors be opened OR ELSE. and when they got in, the murderer killed a bunch of people while yelling Allah is great or something

banksy put this on his instagram

banksy hebdo

making me think that perhaps the rumor

that banksy is a woman

is true.

cuz todays image is pretty great, but it’s also very feminine.

but i digress

freedom and courage were shot down today,

and as optimistic as i am, i dont believe journalists will be quick to stand up to the terrorists who use violence to limit our freedom of speech.

courage in media is a distant channel that barely comes in

my moms favorite artist is banksy

banksy

she likes his use of stencils to create silhouettes

the other day she sent me a photo she said would be good for her obituary

this is the 2nd or 3rd photo of herself that she has pointed out.

one way to make sure she never dies is to convince her that i would turn her wake

into a super ironic Banksy sculpture

with a red carpet, a velvet rope, and spray paint, of course.

plus im gonna put Diana Ross’s picture in the obit in 100 yrs anyways so who cares.

remind me to be anonymous in my next life

banksy

all you gotta do is one (v funny) stencil and youve got the

news

instagramming your possible return to a big city?

thats genius if you ask me.

i had a few very nice conversations over beers last night.

i had some very nice phone conversations minus beers today.

one was held over skype which is still a miracle to me.

ginsberg howl

my text message machine was interesting as always.

one gentleman is a photographer on a brand of movie set

he takes the most beautiful photos, for free, because you too would take those pictures for free.

then a girl in rollerskates rolled into my courtyard and over the steps and onto my porch

and knock knock knocked on the door and i was startled because i wasnt expecting visitors

and i opened the door and she said

are you listening to that new elvis costello and the roots?

and the jewels of her necklace just led to the one spot a gentleman is not supposed to

stare at, but for one, random question, lady

and two, what was the question?

she said its called Wise Up Ghost

the cover looks like Howl

it’s on the legendary Blue Note Records

and its a groovy chilled out stroll through R&B in a darker way than Get Happy

but if you’re tired of the americana of National Ransom and that other one, then

Wise Up Ghost

and the earth split in two and she fell into the crack and i shut the door and went back to sitting in the dark

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