9.11.2006 – can’t update my AgentOfChaos.com website until i find wireless access in pula, croatia, so here’s traffic stats for october 2006. just so i don’t upset j.b. (my cyber stalker), i admit i have no idea how many real people or even different people these numbers represent and how many are cyber spyders searching site for indexed truths.
last month, 871 sessions per day viewed 3,559 pages each day for a total of 27,016 sessions and 110,344 pages. that brings the total sessions since september 2002 to 720,901 and the total pages viewed now equals 2,568,489. i haven’t added a lot to AoC since we left the states august 1, 2006, but with more than 2,635 pages and 4,512 images on the site, i figure i have enough to keep folks busy. there’s a good chance it’s the largest art/poetry site in the world. it’s definitely the edgiest. it’s mostly my art and poetry from the past 40 years, with a good dollop of wife kathy’s poetry and art added these past 14 months – plus an additional 13 guest artists, with a few ArtCrimes poets thrown in for flavoring. check it out at http://www.agentofchaos.com/. i’m proud of the site and amazed at its traffic.
10.11.2006 – finished my 3rd smokey grey short story… or should i say non-story since nothing actually happens yet in any of them. one of these days i’m going to have an actual plot in one. maybe. not much plot in daily life, so why should there be in stories. that’s what i like about this blog – kathy and i write it in real-time installments as our life and journey happen – so there’s no fore-shadowing or plot tie-ins or story board arcs or cleaning it all up for flow or fit… be interesting to come back here a few years from now and read how we got there from here and here from cleveland. right now i’m exhausted – we walked 2 hours the long way to the sea, stayed an hour collecting found objects for assemblage collage among the ruins and bluffs, and another hour and a half back. my feet hate me, but my soul’s serene.
no new smokey grey #3 online cuz we’re wirelessless, so here it is in the just blog below. if you like it, the first 2 smokey grey stories and the poem that started it all can be found at http://www.AgentOfChaos.com/poetry29.html  … there’ll be more smokey stories down the line – anyone have a case for him, let me know. gotta keep him busy cuz he’s trying to steal my woman – tho he’s too honorable to actually do that. this was an odd one to write since both smokey and radish are me, and kathy’s lady k. i started calling her kafka’s lady when we first met because she was mysterious and entangled in truly dark kafkaesque events (such as her psycho stalker)… that metamorphosed into lady kafka, and that into lady k as she became less tragic, more happy.
kathy gets a lot of credit for smokey grey too. we came up with him in our bed talk december 2005, and she turned that into a collaborative poem. she’s the one i bounce off. “dead steel city” and “same brain planners’ daytime TV” are her lines… having an alien friend is her idea… she insisted i put our food unit conversation from yesterday into this story. and some of the events, like the vagina juice on my glasses and me saying marijuana 3 to manifest it, happened. her taking me to the chopin concert in krakow provided the end to the 1st story. the metamorph breath trick and the expanding accordion head are from flights of fancy i babble to her when stoned. the 4-herb salad (the missing 5th herb is marijuana) is one of the dinners she served me from herbs growing in pots on our krakow window sill. ‘neotonous’ is one of her words from an early conversation. and of course global warming is her major concern. so it’s all entwined. as are we. oui.
11.11.2006 – had a saturday lunch of bread, cheese, olives, serious coffee, homemade cookies with our hosts up the hill – melina and branku. kathy had some village homemade red wine and some local brandy as well. at times i wish i weren’t not drinking, but i’ve got 15 years sober and can’t see stopping now. but if i did, this would be worth stopping for. when we got there, they gave us 2 pomegranates from the trees in their yard – and as we left, they gave us some walnuts and grape clusters also growing in their yard. generous people, kind – and knowledgeable about their ancestral and geographical history, even knowing the years when important events occurred – like this area was wiped out during the black plague, so the administrating city of venice gave folk 20 years of free rent to repopulate istria. europeans say americans don’t know history or geography – i have to agree. america is young, big, bold, arrogant – and uncouth. there’s a bit of charm, style, grace about these parts. hope some of this weave rubs off on me.
12.11.2005 – bussed to town to blog today, but internet cafes are closed sundays. went to supermarket, filled both our backpacks with heavy cans, bottles of stuff, bussed almost back – i saw a church steeple and assumed it was our village, got off. wrong village. walked 40 minutes to right village with heavy heavy backpacks. outside of promising me a spanking, kathy took it well. long time to walk when you don’t know how far you’re walking – even longer when overloaded with purchases. all because i wasn’t paying attention to where we weren’t and based my split decision on a church steeple. i think god’s getting back at me for all the times i’ve mocked him. at least he has a sense of humor… not bad for a god who hasn’t been laid since the big bang.
