i maybe should say this tomorrow with the related photos, but i'll say something else then about yesterday(today). copp and i were on melting ice photo safari and noticed a guy taking pictues in the distance. i saw his beautiful lense and was jealous and when we got near i said i'm trying to not look at your camera so as not to be camera jealous and he said ha i'm from the chicago tribune, i was taking pictures of you and your dog, can i get your name and age? i said lo i'm fifty five, and this is copper, he's seven. so we may turn up somewhere in the news that's not news. then i was thinking about chuy, i was supposed to give a piece to his reelection auction and i thought this morning on the melting landscape, but why, i don't eeven know chuy and i'm not a believer and have not voted in many a dog's age and am therefore alien and reviled, but wtf who knows. i'll give something post-ironic, or if i can't manage that post-post, perhaps my collage on instantaneous personal magnetism. but back to the concept alien, i'm not a believer but i believe somthing about the alien conceit is instrumental or generative and telling. why are aliens always evil these days. close encounters was warm and fuzzy. these new aliens want to implant us probe us and take over our fragile planet. there's a psychological term for this phenom, not projection, but something like the Ejection, of the alien inside. i'm sure i'll drone on about this more.