Play with your food!

    I’ll be the first to admit that our Coffee Night shenanigans can get outta hand.  The near-total abandonment of civil ‘norms’ is what caused me to start calling it the Poor Man’s Algonquin Table, after all.  Besides the farting (TJ) and the inappropriate touching (TJ!) and the utterly disgusting, gut-churning things some people say (TJ– oh wait, that’s me), we also like to play with things.  Sometimes, we take pictures.  Enjoy.

mmm… how’s that smell?

finger food!

still tender

why does this one bother me so?

ahhh… foot butter…

SQUISHY! squish squish squish!

And, finally, I’d like to introduce you to…

the pickle skier!

No, I don’t really understand ‘why’ either.  That’s ok.  It’s all part of a process.  What process?  Hm, howzibout “the process of transformative context, via the mechanism of cognitive dissonance – interruption of normal, expected narratives in the actions (lives) of common objects (such as food) brings new insights and discoveries; to the meanings of the objects, the relationship with the viewer and most especially to the world around us”…

Of course, I could be talking out my ass.  Maybe we are just playing with our food.  Ya know, either way…

-BRP

Let’s get it on

This is a joint venture, although very few actual drugs were involved.  Caffeine, mostly.  For well over ten years, my insane friends and I have set aside Thursday night as coffee night – even when it’s Wednesday.  This time has been used for many purposes:

• Art projects
• Conspiracy plotting
• Political discussion
• Gossip (personal & imaginary)
• Simple social interaction

and most often,

• Surrealist games!

In my next post, I will post a sample of some of our collaborative work.  Just to give an idea of what kind of madness we get up to.  Maybe I’ll post up some pics, some video, some audio… who knows?

In general, I don’t know what the hell we’ll use this blog for.  I just know that it’s long past due that we put something here.  It could be a useful repository of our work, or just a place to blather on about nothing in particular.

If you are a former “Thursday Nighter”, please post a comment somewhere in here – or at least drop me a line.  I miss you and love you all, as my close and personal friends.  Word.

Likewise, if you have any suggestions for entertaining things to do with this blog, feel free to harass me with your superior insights.  I’m always prepared to bend over backwards to please anonymous harpies with no tact.  Uh, I mean, your advice would be greatly appreciated.  Thank you.

-BRP