Steven joined Facebook.
Steven I'm more of a Blogger Brand man than this. . .
Steven You haven't got a chance in the world, so use it.
Steven My cat's breath smells like cat food.
Steven Uh-Oasis = the difference between a groove and a rut.
Steven I just facebook bombed my known universe.
Steven Now what happens?
Steven Bring this old whisky to the blond smoking judge.
Steven is finally understanding that this portion of Facebook works best if it starts with "is."
Steven has a 93% chance of buying some Pilsners this afternoon. . . after he walks the dog, and picks up the kid, and makes dinner, and finishes all the tax stuff. . .
Steven opened the door to put some bottles in the recycle bin and noticed that it was beautiful outside. . . see ya.
Steven is going to finish a painting today, I promise.
Steven is a solo parent this week.
Steven just pulled a tick from his chocolate lab that his daughter was certain was the color of an edamame bean. Steven, however, feels it was more of a celadon green.
Steven is looking at his hand. I mean REALLY looking at his hand.
Steven is going ice skating with his daughter's second grade class this morning. Please send him "get well" cards care of Ashland Community Hospital.
Steven is wondering why every "value added" product at our co-op seems to be on the CHIPOTLE brand-wagon?
Steven is slippin' into the studio.
Steven has the sneaky feeling that the FOX network owns facebook. . .. . . . . .prove me wrong.
Steven is wearing new underwear.
Steven is having Shel Silverstein read to him by his daughter, while his dog is desroying one of his ugly rubber Croc shoes.
Steven went to the same high school as Barack Obama's mom. If that helps you make up your mind.
Steven had stage fright in front of his drawing students while doing a demo, but then he turned his choking into a lesson and we all laughed.
Steven is feeling goofy and sublime and is about to tackle some paintings.
Steven is typing this instead of cleaning the bathroom, but now "this" is over. . . damn.
Steven has not heard a gun shot in several years.
Steven is trusting that my ass will follow.
Steven is feeling dismayed and inspired after finishing J.G. Ballard's Terminal Beach.
Steven is soliciting everybody's "desert island" novels in anticipation of a paint hiatus.
Steven has deleted most of his applications. (He's easily distracted you see).
Steven is dreaming of peeing outside.
Steven is thinking of painting an old school still life.
Steven is collecting final exams from stoned looking students.
Steven is finding "old school" still life paintng to be a challange.
Steven 's daughter has got nasty pink eye.
Steven finally finished a little still life.
Steven just finished the traditional Easter coating of spar marine varnish on the porch.
Steven has too many projects and not enough instant gratification.
Steven says "What? SNOW?. . . aaah maaang."
Steven just says no.
Steven is painting a painting that is as rewarding as gardening.
Steven is counting the minutes until school starts.
Steven gets a nervous twitch around white 4x4 diesel pick up trucks with huge tires and bent-bill baseball caps.
Steven is walking around with only a t-shirt on! . . . (and, of course, the required pants too).
Steven is http://stevenlarose.blogspot.com/.
Steven should be cleaning up those sticky-post-sleepover-waffle -plates.
Steven smells soooo bad, even the dog has left the room.
Steven is enjoying the rain, much to the locals annoyance.
Steven is going to watch Zaida perform with her Taiko Drums.
Steven thought his funwall and dogbook were insidious and has deleted those applicaitons.
Steven is stunned at the level of grade inflation at the Universities.
Steven is a hypocrite.
Steven likes when his friends change their status updates, it is like a poetry slim.
Steven is trying to write a five paragraph essay.
Steven is going to the store, do you need anything?
Steven feels like his profile picture.
Steven needs to fast. . . or something.
Steven 17 more school days left? blink. . . blink. . .
Steven finished the last painting his recent suite.
Steven is melting in 104 degrees. . . melting. . . .mmeellttiinngg.
Steven misses the voting booth, but put both Stacy and his vote in the official drop box today.
Steven wonders why Oregon pollen troubles him so.
Steven finds the mercuriality of self-employment exhausting.
Steven has become a lubricant-eye-drop junky.
Steven wonders if he is allowed to act his European shoe size?
Steven wonders if these words disappear over time?
Steven Is having fun watching the new kitten track the cursor on my monitor.
Steven is peeing in the backyard and looking at the stars.
Steven packing a lunch for the last thusday of second grade.
Steven just noticed that he entered "Sefl" as employer. . . that explains a lot.
Steven is wondering if it was Blink or Flow?
Steven is 5,7, and five.
Steven is self employed and paints pictures. . .thanks facebook.
Steven is wondering if one of you could help him lift a crate of paintings into the back of his truck?
Steven is no longer adjunctly teaching.
Steven is eating from the valley he lives in. . . tonight.
Steven is driving to Portland to see Whiting Tennis tower over the Contemporary Northwest Art Awards.
Steven likes driving hungover for three hours listening to Michael Chabon's The Yiddish Policemen's Union performed by Peter Riegert.
Steven has a plan.
Steven is trying to make Kale taste good.
Steven always puts the seat down.
Steven will give my 100th Facebook friend a very small ink drawing.
Steven has some regrets.
Steven shouldn't use a sharpie on the calendar.
Steven is prepared to catch flack, but he had to delete both Coltrane's Atlantic sessions and Dylan's Royal Albert Hall from his player because they were annoying.
Steven is a solo parent this weekend.
Steven thinks: even though his daughter recently set the radio in his F150 to the New Country station (I blame Walt Cyrus), she can still sing along to Shonen Knife.
Steven says "check out his blog for the latest Love Battery video."
Steven can't see across the valley for forest fire smoke.
Steven is all like whatever.
Steven is experiencing mild paranoia because EVERYONE at the hardware store was smiling at him.
Steven 's 1985 F150 pick-up invested in some real estate along Interstate 5 and consequently he played 25 min. of Rock, Paper, Scissors with his daughter today.
Steven 's truck is officially dead. Now he's in the market for a Vespa.
Steven is staring agog at Dennis' ink drawings.
Steven lost his key to that mental sharpness thing that is also sorta funny.
Steven is digging a ditch and needs to borrow a jack-hammer.
Steven likes to wear his frayed cut-offs shorter than what the 'mericans seem to find fashionable in these parts.
Steven is riding his bike with no hands.
Steven has a touch of the brown bottle flu.
Steven wonders if he should click on the "Try it now" button for a new Facebook?
Steven likes to read the words of Neil Gaiman.
Steven and family now own a Vespa and sidecar.
Steven made a boat to sail away, and it sank.
Steven The Make-Up, CAN, and Handsome Boy Modeling School. . . . .
Steven is NOT the Steven you are looking for.
Steven is celebrating Zaida's 8th birthday.
Steven has reached the seventh level of the Dept. of Motor Vehicles with merely a facial tic. . . but still without a registered Vespa.
Steven murder for a jar of red rum nevetS.
Steven is doing the dead-man's float in a clear-headed funk.
Steven has a stupendous farmer's tan.
Steven is looking for a quality/inexpensive on-line printing service for a brochure-type art announcement. Any suggestions?
Steven could really use a Pho this morning.
Steven watched Weeds for the first time last night.
Steven is swimming in cucumbers. What should I make with them? A pterodactyl, a brooch, or a Claremont salad?
Steven glanced at the Milky Way while walking home from dinner with neighbors.
Steven is going to calculate the square footage of the driveway, one more time.
Steven is stealing all your status updates regarding Palin and posting them on his blog. www.stevenlarose.blogspot.com.
Steven is all like "September?"
Steven is uploading videos from a camera that was on his shoulder in 1989.
Steven is wonky.
Steven thoroughly enjoys screeding sand and laying pavers. Its the heavy lifting he could do without.
Steven wonders how many painters it takes to screw in a light bulb?
Steven is sitting across the table from Jonathan, who is also on Facebook.
Steven wonders if twitter is more narcissistic than this?
Steven pushed his new Vespa for twelve blocks because he thought he ran out of gas. Later, in the shower, he thought to check the spark plug cable. Duh.
Steven doesn't like the way his wife and daughter smirked at each other when I threatend to move out if they brought home another puppy.
Steven is grockin' and cullin' over 1700 Ansel Adams pix at http://stevenlarose.blogspot.com/2008/09/what s-up-doc.html.
Steven while watching the sun rise on a Sunday morning, I wonder what can be done about the remarkably consistent properties of our pet's internal clocks
Steven How could David Foster Wallace do such a thing?
Steven is merely a backseat Club Penguin participant.
Steven wants to change his profile image tonight. . . Also, I am fed up with composing these status updates as if I am some other person. "Steven is" me.
Steven : I am now a fan of Simpson Strong-Tie, Carpal Tunnel Hammer-wrist, and ice cold Pilsner.
Steven couldn't see stars but watched wood burn just the same.
Steven : I was trying to show off for my daughter's soccer team when a crunching sound came from beneath my scapula after a heroic and hilarious diving save. It hurts.
Steven : Do NOT see Igor.
Steven is as far as the eye can see, and as near as your monitor is to thee.
Steven I am taking a break from cleaning the house with hospital smelling solvents and would like to take this moment to thank Stacy's vinyl collection.
Steven Yesterday, I officially became an old fart when I went to the market and bought brussell sprouts on purpose.
Steven became a fan, of course after several minutes of spinning he barfed.
Steven finally got a sitter for tomorrow. Tease-O-Rama Roadshow here we come.
Steven First I eat this "Smoked Salmon Quiche with Crispy Potato Crust" that Stacy made last night (the Creole Seasoning is just as good cold). Then. . .
Steven : I'm inside for my second eye-wash of the day and I'm beginning to recall why six years ago I didn't finish painting the soffit.
Steven : I'm looking for your professional opinions regarding taste. (http://stevenlarose.blogspot.com/2008/09/mult iple-choice.html).
Steven = I have just learned so much about Hobo spiders. I had no idea.
Steven will cobble together an Artists Statement of Purpose (if you don't hear from me in 24 hours, send for help).
Steven : Wouldn't you like to be a maverick too?
Steven is Maverick, maverick, Mav Rick, M A V R I C.
Steven - Given our current twittering 16 hour news cycle, making a painting is even more (fill in the blank) today.
Steven brought up the box of Halloween decorations.
Steven sez, Zaida is at a sleep-over. Party at our house.
Steven Sunday Morning Report: Stacy and Miso are hiking. Zaida is having breakfast at a fancy restaurant. Look out studio, here I come.
Steven = Surface prep = Boring = Essential = Beer?
Steven came up with "Multi-evocative Forms" but is fully aware that this is not enough for an Artist's Statement. Curses.
Steven 's wife thinks he / Spends too much time on facebook / Won't this haiku help?
Steven >While applying gesso today, I tolerated Mother Nature's whimsical pine needles, but she pushed it too far with the Turkey Vulture poo.
Steven Quisp is that One.
Steven enjoys the cooler weather because his paints have a longer "open" time.
Steven (inward stare).
Steven and Zaida successfully separated the yolks from the whites and added a touch of grated orange peel to their mix. Waffles brought to Olympus by doves.
Steven is far too out of shape to play 13 rounds of Capture the Flag. WHY DIDN'T ANY OF YOU STOP ME! (oh. . . my aching butt cheeks).
Steven = This is not my status.
Steven thinks that because we all have a cornucopia of choices, everyone is posting/commenting on nothing. The Art is in how you surf the social network.
Steven / My eight-year-old wrote three entries in her dream journal this morning.
Steven is curiously inspired by his individual gray hairs which seem to grow more robustly than the others.
Steven is thinking of a blue that I have been calling "Whiting Tennis Blue" for some time. Imagine a bleached-out VW or a vintage Fender Mustang. Robin's egg?
Steven loves the smell of the cat's yawn and the misting of the dog's sneeze.
Steven is watching Stacy compile a Uwajimaya shopping list. My parents will transport items from said list across state lines when they come down for my opening.
Steven is going to white-wash and re-org his studio after eating pecan encrusted halibut, green beans, garlic rice and german chocolate cake for his birthday dinner.
Steven is loving facebook but is simultaneously pondering the richness and subtlety of nature, art and (yes, even) religion. Does it exist here?
Steven mmmmm caaake.
Steven is trying to figure out why clarity doesn't necessarily come from abundant detail.
Steven FINALLY remembered to shake well before using.
Steven 's head was cleared this morning by a crisp and bright walk with the dog around the reservoir. Unfortunately, I was hoping for some opacity or focus.
Steven meticulously shaded in 37 tiny elliptic shapes and only had trouble deciding which mountebank I want for my mayor.
Steven can't believe the weather we're having. It is perfect tween weather. It is why orange, green, and purple are the best too. Spring and Fall rock.
Steven sez (in his professional seedy opinion): Frido Lay, then Planter's, but never David's.
Steven is trying to beat the rain.
Steven is wondering what to do with a wheelbarrow of rocks, busted concrete and soil.
Steven heard the glass breaking from the back yard and knew precisely which four legged friend would be sitting amongst the shards when he reached the kitchen.
Steven needs to apply his unique skill set.
Steven 's irritability and misanthropic ennui is strangely tempered by a physiological sense of well-being. Should I go for a fourth day w/o beer?
Steven was enchanted with his blossoming dream world (due to the current wagon ride) until last night's "Boxing Helena" meets "Jacob's Ladder". Halloween = cakewalk.
Steven now wishes he had painted those cheesy haloes around his tools on the pegboard.
Steven had the most artistic status update melt away. . .
Steven = "Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds."
Steven is agog.
Steven is watching his east coast friends status updates.
Steven is bemused because the spray bottle no longer seems to deter the kitten.
Steven is watching Stacy dance and whoop in front of the television.
Steven is teary eyed.
Steven is giving all you all high fives.
Steven at least That One thing I voted for succeeded. It seems like the majority of my ballots cast were for naught.
Steven Is pleased that the profile picture application is broken because he ignored conventional wisdom and practiced after-hours shaving.
Steven Found listening to McCoy Tyner kind of cheesy or glib, which is kind of cool because Steven didn’t even know he had a taste for jazz.
Steven Is doing things with Liquin he is not sure you are supposed to do.
Steven and Stacy are enrolled in an intensive (not crash) course in motorcycle riding this weekend
Steven is back from 4 hours and 12 miles of motorcycle riding in an enormous parking lot. I am hooked.
Steven has fixated on the word diatomaceous (entirely for the sound, not the meaning).
Steven has in the past fixated on hitting beach stones with a wooden bat and waiting for the diaphanous ker-splshh.
Steven sez that you can put that in your I-DONT-KNOW-WHAT-YOU-SAID book.
Steven is wiggin on Gibson's observation that "the future is already here. It's just not evenly distributed."
Steven is expectorating. Arguably the most enjoyable phase of a cold as it allows the victim a level of control. Control, Craft, and then Art.
Steven is George Hurley, Mike Watt and D. Boon (or, at least, is trying to paint econo).
Steven is rewriting his syllabi. I'm looking for drawing and painting assignments that you thought were either aha experiences or wastes of time.
Steven may SOUND like he swallowed a Big Muff, but he FEELS like he is jacked in directly.
Steven is wondering what Joe Culver would make of facebook?
Steven 's mortality discombobulated him.
Steven dry roasted the onion, shallots, garlic, ginger, cinnamon sticks, star anise, and cloves for a pretty good vegi-faux-pho.
Steven asserts that a French Curve template is for cowards.
Steven can hoover the entire house from one outlet
Steven is 32 ft/s².
Steven is very possessive of his oxymoronic "mechanical pencil.
Steven is giggling as his wife is yodeling in the shower in preparation for Bleak Friday.
Steven just uploaded three YouTube moments from 1989. (And worked on paintings while the gears turned).
Steven read to his low-grade feverish daughter for over four hours today.
Steven is a man. Steven is a temporal appearance of the ideal Form Man. Steven is a projected image of the predicate nominative "man."
Steven is thinking that orange-peel and knock-down are gawd awful.
Steven wishes life could be Swedish magazines.
Steven had another one of those peeing-outside-while-marveling-at-the-milkyway moments last night.
Steven is the Swamp Thing. Minus the supernatural powers.
Steven has never seen A Christmas Story or It's a Wonderful Life. Or. . . Rocky or Jaws come to think of it
Steven is outraged because someone stole our Vespa's gas cap.
Steven is trying to hop back into the painting saddle again. It is too hard. Does anybody want to go bowling? Ping pong in the garage?
Steven may have just vacuumed up several Littlest Pet Shop pieces. Fortunately, my daughter doesn't give a hoot about Facebook.
Steven finally determined that I was trying to paint from two photographs that were taken seconds apart. The Devil is truely in the details
Steven should simply glance at a mirror before he goes out in public. You would think after all these years I would know this by now.
Steven wonders if there is any truth to what the crazy guy says about contrails?
Steven received his first "Ok dad. . . you can go now."
Steven is as or like, a folk-rock metaphor, workin' on a strike.
Steven is a lazy sod.
Steven 's extra coffee hit is making him feel like a Coltrane solo. . . Alvin and the Chipmunks style.
Steven is certain the yellow grass is all his fault. Stupid, stupid, fences.
Steven will purchase bifocals the second time.
Steven has gone and done it.
Steven and Stacy forgot to celebrate their Anniversary. . .AGAIN!
Steven is not as confident driving in the snow.
Steven would have left facebook long ago but the kitten was so warm on his lap.
Steven has been trying to reinvent his post-shower towel-off pattern. Not easy.
Steven was having some beers with Billy Blake when he went off on this jag, "Time & Space are Real Beings, a Male & a Female. Time is a Man, Space is a Woman."
Seedtime or (and) Harvest, 1996
I've started a new venture. Drawings like this will be for sale on eBay. I have made a blog to act as sort of a storefront. You can check it out by clicking here.
I am wondering if I should try and sell these (and the other Pencilove) drawings on the internet? If so, what should be the baseline price? $40? $60? Or should I let eBay decide, via a format like the one Duane Keiser uses?
When I was living in Chicago, I was represented by Space Gallery. Years went by. People moved. Facebook was invented. Now I know that one of the two Daves that ran Space gallery now owns Fitzsu. Facebook has also connected me with Autumn Rooney, who was also once in the Space Gallery stable. 
Autumn has been putting much of her energy into creating the Echo Park Time Bank. "The Echo Park Time Bank is a collective whose purpose is to facilitate the cooperative exchange of goods and services among its members. It is a pay it forward system that connects unmet needs with untapped resources. For every hour you help another member, you earn a Time Dollar. Then you can use that Time Dollar to have a neighbor help you: getting a ride, learning the computer, getting a haircut, gardening, etc. Time Dollars value everyone’s contributions equally. One hour equals one time dollar. Time banking can help people to save money, create new friendships and develop new habits as consumers. We can empower each other by sharing the wealth of resources in our community, and by creating a network based on trust."
Beautiful. I wanted to turn the hourglass image on its side so that the sand was moving horizontally, but you get the point. I haven't been painting. However, I have been looping with people on Facebook. I know these connections are fragile, virtual, and easily severed, but my brief exchange with Autumn was rewarding:
I figured it would remain a small friend of friend network but we had an article written about us in the LA Times and suddenly we were flooded with people wanting to join. The financial crisis has had a lot to do with it as well. We quickly patched together an application process and Lisa and I found ourselves doing workshops every month and being invited to lecture. This all happened very quickly.
Lisa owns a vintage clothing store and I am an artist. We were unprepared to be community organizers so there has been a rather large learning curve. The whole process has been very fun and enlightening.
Q- That last statement is a profound one. Studio time is so self-centered, this seems like a wonderful antidote. Or maybe it is a symptom of a larger shift in our culture away from unsustainable growth to a more realistic and balanced existence. It is the difference between a parade put on by a department store, and neighborhood festival. It is the difference between ego/originality and what? a new way to see how we are connected to something larger?
The time bank is a social experiment. We are relearning how to live locally and simply. Life has become so corporate. Before globalization, people knew their neighbors and trusted each other. We shouldn’t have to pay to put our children in day care and our parents in retirement homes. We are working very hard to earn enough money to institutionalize our greatest assets, our families. How did mankind exist before money was invented? Seems like money has become a priority over god, nature and art. No wonder everyone is on antidepressants. We worship pieces of paper.
One of the things that lead me to feel disillusioned about art is that it has become so market driven. Art loses its sacredness when it is treated like a product. It hit me the hardest when I found myself trying to match a pair of pumps with my tube top before going out to a party at Basel Miami last year. I felt like a ho. I’m just not cool enough for the art world. Besides, I don’t like mojitos.
With my limited studio time I have been struggling with some paintings based on photographs of my family. Damn. One stray flick can turn your daughter into a monster. Then there is the whole mixing of skin tone ordeal. Sheesh. And never, I say NEVER, will I try and paint a face this small on a surface with a tooth. 
I'm painting a house this week. Really. No fancy pantsy. White. Cash. Who could argue? Except my Random Shuffle God seems to think I need to listen to Luscious Jackson every five minutes. 
Sarah Burns did a painting demo last Friday. I couldn't decide which photograph was more interesting. It is always fun to watch another person paint. Even if I was floating a 100 degree temperature. 
Winter approaches.
