Tuesday, August 30, 2005

The things I most like doing.

Organizing and labeling my mini-DVs! Production here we COME!

on a bike sunday

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it's one of the best enigma songs out there. Just added a nice beat and made a longer intro.

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This could actually become a nice little song.

Grove baby - not groove to this melody.

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Monday, August 29, 2005

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After the two hour long session at the local comic book store - I am now going to start my own publication. ROCK ON! PS _ Hurrican Katrina is nothing, NOTHING to me!

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Just another one in the bag.

To the most wonderful of nights. The adventure started with the absence of Philip. Leaving for his work, I ventured to Rachel and Ralph’s to miss his exit. Upon traveling to the Cortez residence I happened upon some fire trucks. I whipped out my cell phone and called Rachel immediately; the fire trucks were in her area. Jokingly I said,” Rachel – che – che you ok?” In which she replied, “Yeah, as a matter of fact, I’m the reason why they are here.” I was alarmed to hear this on my bike ride to the apartment. Turning the corner I saw around 8-10 fire trucks blocking the whole street. I entered Rachel’s apartment and learned the story of the potential fire in the adjacent house, hence the reason why Rachel decided to clue in the Chicago Police as a kind gesture. After a phone call back reassuring Rachel’s non-involvement in a fake emergency phone call, we decided to pick up food at Jewel for the premiere of the Family Guy movie we received bootleg from an undetermined source. Walking past my obscenely crowded job at Angelina’s I arrived at Jewel with the absence of Ralph. Turns out Rachel and Ralph had a little tiff (which we discussed in humor) and left. Rachel and I bought food for the evening including the following munchies; chips, soda, and brownies. I called Missy my friend from Highschool (who was coming over) and clued her in on our endeavors. Upon entering the apartment I realized I had forgotten about the next-door neighbors house warming party, where the whole complex was apparently invited to attend. I decided to grab the bottle of un-opened Courvoisier and decorate it in token gay fashion for the present. Rachel was to be my pseudo date. We bantered about the way people will look at the “young couple” that dabbled in art, but when we entered David and Elizabeth’s condo we realized it was two different realms. Lawyers and Artists, though it would have been my pick Elizabeth was the artist, it turned out David was. Oils and such, the likes of a Photograph turned paint-by-numbers. Not much feeling from the art, instead a glimpse into a different life. Rachel and I tipped our glasses, cheered to a bunch of young Chicago folk, some of who resided in our presence. After a Blueberry martini and glass of red wine, I was back on my cell phone filling in Missy on what we were doing. Returning home after showing the apartments differences and virtues to Elizabeth, we chilled and smoked a little. Missy called and I hurried down to open the door and invite her into my life again. She met Rachel, who was laughing as she retold her stories of the night to Missy. We started the Family Guy Movie and started to chill with a nice bottle of wine. Can I tell you, whatever the marketing strategy of this movie was worked. I had NO clue as an avid fan of the comedy that there was a movie. I received the bootleg from a friend who was a fan, and we watched with great anticipation for laughter. Hitting all the jokes the season after the DVD release barred not to allow made this movie terribly enjoyable, and made me laugh the way I did the first time I was introduced to the Family. Partaking in the intermission, Rachel left as she had work at 5:30am, and missy and I talked about life. It’s both a burden and amazing that people collide when they do. Involvement in life is so central to the key of life for me, and it’s always a great achievement when you can get documentation of a life in hindsight. Taking in the last of the Family Guy movie, we talked about our choices for the night and decided on the ever-so-popular Kit Kat lounge. We walked to the club and had to hail a cab for Missy because of its 2am closing. A quick ending to a rather uneventful life. I wonder when anything is going to happen to me.

Saturday, August 27, 2005

AMAZING new wallpaper

Made from the leaves on my patio - this is for a 1440x900 computer screen for download.
by I. Sklarsky

The Most Random Art

And a fine morning it is. A very nice Saturday to enjoy the many event here in Chicago. Last night's work was a whole lot of fun, hectic, and painful, but I came out with this drawing I call "Orange Robot". Look for it on T-shirts in the Chicagoland area soon.

Friday, August 26, 2005

A Shaded View on Fashion

A wonderfully entertaining site created by Diane. Learn more about fashion and photography and the wonderful videos shared by the outstandingly muse.

Mambo Dance Featured Today on CastPost

I've made some recognition with the mambo dance. Cast Post has featured my video today on their website. Click the title link on top to watch it, iif you haven't already.

This is one of the better runs through the Menards Obstacle course. Enjoy!

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Thursday, August 25, 2005

First Blog

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Link to Bob Rivers Show

Is there a problem with this? A doctor tells a woman that she is "obese' and she's filing suit. The doctor tells his side of the story - What's your thoughts? Should a doctor tell you if you are obese, or keep it quiet. Would the doctor not be under investigation if he was obese?

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A music video spoof off the Beach Boys song. This was originally done by the Bob Rivers Show www.bobrivers.com (check out his site, he has more information) and covered by some Norwegian soldiers in 1999, New York Times Nicholas Wood wrote an article on the 21st of August 2005 http://www.nytimes.com/2005/08/21/international/europe/21kosovo.html ( Source Doc In The Box )

Newest Remix Made on August 23

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What else but IHOP?

The night finished at work, I was tired, tossed, and toughed up. A most recent friend D was eating at the bar and explained that he had some random friends from Oregon passing through the city of Chicago, only for that night. So I biked over to the residence of D and me the guys chilled and talked about the coolest things. Watched a few Golden Girls episodes, played the trivia game that disc 2, season 2, gives you. We ended the night at IHOP with a glorious meal. God bless IHOP.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

D'onofrio being sold on Ebay

Click the link above to see the Ebay ad for my precious paintings send-off. What once was a joy and fun journey now is turning into a battle between power and money. Such is life, and sigh, so is art. The price is set at a reasonable $3,000 US, and I hope (wink) no one will buy it at the price, but the art world is expensive, and my item only rests inbetween the others. After all, if it does sell, you know that in the end, it'll be a nice trip to get it back when I'm older. For now, Godspeed little artwork, and I'll see you yet again.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

My New Tshirt Designs

They are starting. the production line of ENLEE silk screened shirts. Watch for them in Chicago, New York, and California. Sigh - it's going to be alot of work.

Friday, August 19, 2005

A for Annoying.

The 47th annual airshow is prepping right outside my window. As the blue angels fly by, leaving a wonderful noise that wakes anyone up, I think these are the type of people who are going to be watching from the beach. nice.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Click for Underground Film Fest

Why is it that every once in a while EVERYONE in the world decides to come to your hometown on one weekend??? Here's the list; ex-girlfriend with family for the brunch I'm working, past reunited friend from highschool 1 wants to hang out, past highschool friend 2 has party for other past highschool friend 3, manager friend from NY coming for his talent to preform at the Rivinia, Random LA friends in for a promotion of Pucker, and I have jobs shooting all over Chicago, Air and Water Show, and my past jobs I have to finish. LIFE IS SWEET with stuff to do, huh?

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

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Monday, August 15, 2005

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Sweet Happy Life.

Went to a party last night with a bunch of friends. Talked into the wee hours of the night, and found a new friend with a sidekick too! We instantly accepted eachother's use of the sidekick during conversations, arguments and life. It was awesome.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Donkey Skin

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Click to listen to a part of the movie "Donkey Skin" a 70's fairy tale about a princess and prince.

Striking out at the Cubs game. The story of Fred and his Fouled Proposal.

It was two days ago when I ventured off to eat at the local Irish Pub. I ordered the best damn sandwich I've ever had; apples, brie, and smoked turkey. When I was patiently waiting for the sandwich to fall victim to my hunger I sat and watched the Cubs game broadcast on the TV. I looked, and there on the television a dorky man (overweight and in his late 20's) pulled out a baseball and started to unwrap it. What could he be doing? WGN knew, he knew, and now I screamed "He's proposing!" as I pointed to the flat screen. All eyes turn on that man, as he took out a small tourqiouse box and bended on one knee. "I can't believe he's doing that", said my waitress as we both looked on. What happened next became one of the saddest circumstances I've ever encountered with unknown people. The woman (in her mid-20's and dime-a-dozen cute) took her hand and placed it over her mouth. Her head moved around in a small circle, and she took a long stare at the ground. The man, who I'll name Fred, still holding the bended knee as WGN quickly switched camera angles to the game. As we watched in horror as Fred recieved neither a "Yes!" nor a nod, the game continued. Watching a bit more, two quick reveals from the camera posed at Fred offered a glimpse of their heated discussion. WOW. Recipe for disaster. Be sure to know ahead of time if your girl will accept your offer among a crowd of thousands of Cubs fans next time Fred.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Newest Shirt off the Screen.

Entitled "Woody"

The Stigma of Quitting.

When it comes to something that in the long run will only hurt you, the usual assuption is that you'd stay away from it. Then why is it that most smoking Americans are struggling to get off the bandwagon of the cigarette fad. Take for instance the situation of one, Fred. Fred is an older smoker who knows that it is a terrible thing to do. He enjoys smoking, and is part of the social scene where it is not only tolerated, but assumed to be the norm. Fred has a boyfriend Tony, who is much younger and understands the stupidity of smoking, but also understands the addiction one can procure over time. My grandparents smoked in the 50's, and up into the 80's it was a seemingly unfateful pastime. My parents warned me about the risks when I dabbled in Highschool. I've found it a way of life, after seeing my grandmother pass away from lung cancer, to be proud of not smoking. I don't hate places that allow smoking, I don't pressure people to quit, I'm just now trying to make the people around me understand the pros and cons. Back to the story with Fred and Tony. Fred has tried everything; Tony purchased patches, Fred bought the expensive Nicoderm gum, and scheduled appointments to be hypnotized. Most recently Fred has become aware of his habit, and has not really done a thing to stop it. Teaching an old dog new tricks apparently is difficult. The scariest thing is that the new trend of quitting is directly related to the death of Peter Jennings and other celebrities. It goes to show that it really doesn't matter the reason, all it matters is that the reason is correct in the eyes of the beholder, that is the key.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

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Watch all the Frontlines You Can!

It's awesome - the stories and the people you meet and get to know are amazing with this link. Know you need a high speed connection and many hours to spend.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Linguists map how Spanish dialects merge and diverge

Awesome Linguistic Study in New York.

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Props and Connections

Props to the sis (L) who's now reading my BLOG!!!

Seanbaby is the funniest writing I have seen in a while. Check it out.


Market Days and the wonderful time.

Market days weekend has arrived! Last night S and I went to Clarke’s after we walked around Belmont. The gang members we walked were shouting at the policeman who was slowly driving by. “Oh, looks like the policeman wants some trade”, said one of them as they stuck their booty out in the air with a saucy flair. Love this! This is what a Saturday night should be like. I come home after being in the fair for a few hours, and low and behold I have some friends over. The music from the neighboring club (that is right next to use, literally 6’ from our backdoor) is blasting and the time we got home was around 12. We sat and watched a movie on the fatty ( our projector ) and Iggy and I finished the night with a few TV shows then we were off to sleep. He left and the music was still blasting from C the club next-door. It was 4:00am and it was POUNDING! I had to take an ambien and sleep in the back room again with the fan on loud. Woke up this morning at 11:00am and had to go to work at A. Now, I forgot that the Market Day’s crowd was going to be there, so I arrived with my boss, the mean one (D) screaming at me if I so happened to talk to one of my friends eating for over a minute. I hate when he does that. I joined up with M and A to go pass out flyers for Crobar, and come home to rest with P. We slept until the music turned on from C next-door at 8 :00pm. Went to the fair to grab some really bad tasting food that P ate, not me, he liked it - I thought it looked bad.. I ran into MW, the high school softball player who was nice to me in class. We were friends and then college happened. Five years later – I bump into her and another girl ( Whom I recognized from being a year older than us in high school and on the softball team!!!! ) How un-freakin believable is that! Awesome I say. I come back to the house wishing I can sleep, but the music next door keeps me up until around 6. They didn’t even stop when the Sunday night curfew of 4am came around. This doesn’t happen all the time, but there are many weekend nights that I still don’t go to sleep because of the sound. But I’m young and it’s like living next to the B Line in New York, although I’m not really sure that’s true – it’s just what a friend told me. It’s a wonderful place to live, but the noise is just status quo, and set too loud. Market Days 2005, you were really nice to me. Thanks.

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Best Audio Blog Ever.

Ian's Audio Blog Number ONE

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Showers from Barrington

I'm attending a baby shower for the first time today. My past understandings of this event have only been seen in the editing room of a documentary on a 13 year old girl who was pregnant. Through a barrage of serendipities I know E's (expectant mother) friend K. She drives me in the sun through the maze of concrete tolls and bridges to Barrington. Land Ho! The subdivision is spotted. Turning off abbeywood to jamestown to swindon to garden to whatever street in whoville. Meeting V, K and I travel to the meeting grounds for the baby shower. I enter into the world unknown. I help make ham and cheese sandwiches for the group, which includes a vast variety of cultures, ages, and tastes. K and I place the sandwiches (which have been cut in fours) on the table. The guests enter, each bringing a small offspring. An hour goes by, games played include 'hot diaper' (hot potato knock-off), diaper reveal, toilet paper baby size game, and then the opening of presents. The hour long event boasted the most 'oohs and ahhs' I've heard all year. Since I went to the dollar store to make my purchases (totalling $23.00) I forgot the registry of presents maintained a Disney theme. Disney everything from the Pooh collection held the title of most purchased, and luckily my dollar purchases adhered to the corperate moguls. By the end of the un-wrapping ceremony the place was chaos. Controlled chaos with the mothers walking around protecting their children from the wrapping, tape, and bows of death. Looking at E unwrapping her gifts, belly full of a new life, made me appreciate this socially awkward event. The relationship I hold with her will only grow with this new presence. I wish her the best in this tough journey of bringing a new life into existance. This is what allowed me to maintain sanity for this long; it was done for me, and I will do for others. Prayers for your child Emily, from your new Aunt Ian.

Impaired by some as a nusance.

Blind people cannot see, Deaf people cannot hear, but what do you call people who have lost their sense of smell? What is the word that binds that community of people so close because of their lack of smell? It came up in discussion last night that S's father was included in that community. He was not able to smell the scents that we could. Growing up that way, S's father would have to make two opposite answers from the question, "Hey, I got a new cologne, how do you like it?" When thinking about the scenarios one must go through on a monthly basis involving your sense of smell I felt it intriguing. One-way around that question would be to disclose the information that you do not have a sense of smell. This would open a Pandora’s box of questions that you would have to deal with. Much like the retelling of a vacation the 16th time to a group of non-friends. Or S's father could simply close his eyes, take a fake whiff, smile, and with a phony image of lilacs or an orange grove... etc... tell the friend it is a good choice. S noted, You don't know how many times you have to use that sense in a month, if you documented each time... it would be more than just a few. The discussion fell further through the olfactory tunnel, discussing issues dealing with the crass (farting) to the serious (fire, gas). Since S's father had one less sense on his shoulders he grew a 'super' sense of taste. As deaf people have a higher sense of sight, and the blind community holds a bigger grip on sound, it would only come naturally that the 'deaf of the nose' community would accelerate in the taste region. It was an interesting revelation last night, and I only can hope that since my sense of the club scene is almost gone, my sense of the art world will only get better.

Friday, August 05, 2005

Harder than Hard

Alas! I finally made a shirt screen that I can wear, and have people wear! It has been a rough lesson - but last night I used the condo to make the shirts, and learned rather quickly what and what not to do. Hint for the novice: Use rubber gloves when spreading the sensitized emulsion, this dye does not come out as fast as one would think.
This morning I received a phone call from my friend R, and he asked me to recreate a cover from a piece of sheet music from Gershwin.

This tune. Rialto Ripples Rag has now become public domain. This means I am making the cover to a song I will be able to use in one of my films. HA! Take that law.

Love it.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

The Seaweed that took the Sea.

At least 32,000 acres of seabed, mostly in the Mediterranean, are now infested with the aquarium strain of Caulerpa taxifolia. Last night on Nova they showed how it grows an inch a day, and how it's high levels of a certain toxin allow it to grow without the threat of being eaten. This program is so entertaining, it's amazing to think that they can hold your attention with the subject of a seaweed. Pictured below is "Caulerpa taxifolia", the threat to the reefs.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Bridge to being cooler and cooler.

Random Pictures from Indiana.

Monday, August 01, 2005

Change me into something but them.

Turning the TV on this morning I caught the last part of The View. Normally I don't watch shows like this, but today's segment "Today's Hot Topics" hit me hard. One, Scott Davis sat next to another man who was dressed appropriate for the show. The man sat next to Scott with his legs crossed. The two were obviously gay, so I wanted to know what they were preaching. When I said preaching, I wasn't kidding. These two guys were talking about the youth group Exodus. For those of you who don't know what it is, google it. An anti-gay youth converting camp is what it should be labeled. Scott is the director of the society, and rambled on in a scattered-brained way explaining what the facility can do for you. At least Walters stood up and stated that it wasn't a choice, rather a way of life. The other man chimed in, and confessed that he still has feelings for men, although he now is starting to have the same feelings for women. He's 24, and is waiting for marriage before he has sex with a woman. The girls on the show laughed at that comment and stated basically, "and you think that's going to keep you straight?!" Right on sister friend. The whole idea bugs me. They accept children going through this phase of life and who are questioning their sexuality, take them in, and through a process of a two week outing (Ha) they "see the light" and become one with GOD and straightened fags everywhere. I hate it. Don't Hate Yourself, Understand Who You Are, and Cherish Yourself.

Rock on with your Block on!

Looking at the ground while walking with my friend R I spotted this block of wood that looks like it's saying "I love you" in ASL. Nice huh

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(Picture taken via cell E. G. entitled "shadow ripped dog") I. Sklarsky 2005