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Insurrection Starts Wednesday

Posted on September 1, 2008 by Varg

New Orleans residents told not to return Tuesday, Wednesday I understand this… On Tuesday, only essential city workers and utility personnel will be allowed back in to the city. But if this is true, it is some reprehensible shit… On Wednesday, New Orleans will begin welcoming back what Nagin described as “tier one” companies: retailers…

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As She Floated Out Of Sight

Posted on September 1, 2008 by Varg

Hattie Callan, 36, weaved her way down the street Sunday, a vodka drink already in her hand and it only 9:20 in the morning. She was staying behind to watch over several houses, and she wasn’t worried. “I’ve got liquor, cash, food, ammo and weed,” she said A hardened few choose to stay and ride…

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Just In Case You Didn’t Hate Spammers Enough…

Posted on September 1, 2008 by Varg

…here are the five comment spams I received in the last two days. Akismet blocks Spam that has already been circulated and reported as spam by other blog owners so these are new, fresh spam comments that were recently created and not yet reported… mic property and casualty insurance corporation http://www.onpropertyinsurence.com/mic-property-a… | 125.19.180.2 mic property…

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Broussard: Hawvey Canal OK

Posted on September 1, 2008 by Varg

Broussard just did an interview at the Hawvey Canal and said he expected it to survive the remaining surge. He patted himself just about every other official on the back for the evacuation and storm response. If he is indeed correct about the surge and nothing furthur happens then I have to say, in our…

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Industrial Canal Interests…

Posted on September 1, 2008 by Varg

Update: More screw ups by folks who can actually be sued, two barges are loose in the river, taking out water intakes in St. Charles Parish. … appear to be screwing things up in New Orleans Ninth Ward. First there is a railroad bridge stuck in the down position without any way to raise it,…

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U.S. 90 – I Love You

Posted on August 31, 2008 by Varg

I had an affinity for Highway 90 before and now I love it to death. We ran into an hour or so worth of traffic around Irish Bayou and the rest was smooth sailing. Except the few times we tried to jump on I-10. Made it in just about 7 hours which is about the…

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Air Force Transport

Posted on August 30, 2008 by Varg

I just saw one of these fly over. I can honestly say I am optimistic that if the shit blows through it might not be a total fuck up afterward. And if it ends up not being a total fuck up it will make the original fuck up look that much worse because it will…

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Media Fast

Posted on August 30, 2008 by Varg

… nothing to suggest it’s going to not effect the area so we are heading out. As soon as we get to where we are headed the media fast will begin. I’ll allow Weather Underground, Stormpulse and NHC but I just don’t want to hear anyone telling me about the storm because, as I recall…

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Just Another Gustav Post

Posted on August 29, 2008 by Varg

An attempt to pronounce the various computer models is as follows… GFS – “Gifs” UKMET – “Yook-Met” NGFDL – “Nug-Fiddle” HWRF – “Hawarf!” and finally, the most awesome sounding model… NOGAPS – “No muhfuckin’ gaps! Don’t you know our name? We are no damn gaps!” ———————————- The morning forecast discussion has me utterly perplexed as…

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It’s Crazy Out There!

Posted on August 28, 2008 by Varg

Now Ze German is trekking to the south west (?) and they have pushed the forecast over to the west of us and pushed landfall back to early Tuesday. Yesterday they had him making landfall as a Cat 2 and now they bumped it up to a Cat 3 even though he weakened last night….

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3 Noble Truths

Know yourself. Know the Universe. Know yourself in the Universe.

Rev. Varg’s Artist Statement

Rejoice!

I say that a lot. I sign many pieces with it. I do this because I believe our lives are a true happenstance. A brilliant occurence from nothingness. We are so rare. We are so unlikely. And simply being born isn’t enough. From there we must survive, endure. So each morning, after our Sun departs and is reborn again. Please, for the sake of your ancestors and the Universe in general, hoist that cup of joe up and say, “Rejoice.”

Ours is a soulful existence. No matter how many McMansions, polyester fabrics, auto-tunes, modified foods and social networks we surround ourselves with, we are all still native, passionate beings made of ancient matter. We are organic and we have soul.

Wood also has a warm, soulful quality. Wood has a memory. It retains smells, traumas, events. It even has a calendar. This is why I have chosen it as my medium, for its old soul. I like to think the wood in my work is in its third incarnation. First a tree, then a home and now art. If you have a room that needs a little soul, get a piece. A room can never have enough soul.

My inspiration and subject matter comes from many sources, among them: Humanism, old ballads, trickster tales, flora and fauna, science, myths and folklore, stringed instruments, brass bands, amber spirits, lady vocalists, general relativity and quantum mechanics. Some of my pieces are there just to make a short, simple statement about what’s important in life. Some are more diffuse and abstract in meaning. A personal drama, an enduring line from a poem or novel, a poignant song lyric, the legacy of an important person, a fleeting thought … these are the subjects of my art.

I use hearts often because they are a very abstract way of depicting the human soul without also employing the very subjective human form. The symbolic heart is an apt representation for a person’s experience and essence. A body can immediatly conjure happiness, sorrow, youth, age, anger, bliss. These emotions can get in the way. Sometimes it’s simply about the experience.

I am the son of a sailor and a social worker, the grandson of a gypsy, a dancer and a nurse. I spent my youth moving from port city to port city, watching a lot of road go by and reading World Book Encyclopedia. After my parents settled down on the Gulf Coast, I was a miscreant youth, destroying cars and taking the wrongs things too seriously and the right things not serious enough. Eventually I began replacing my imagination with experience.

I will use any salvaged wood but prefer swamp cypress and longleaf heartwood pine.

I despise waste. Particularly the waste of organic matter. Trees are magnificent. They were here before we arrived and they’ll be around after we are gone. I’m making an effort to save as much wood as possible. Creating art is fun too. But beyond communicating with folks, but beyond making money ad providing for myself, beyond rescuing flooded parts, beyond reveling in the ethereal aroma of heartpine that hasn’t seen the light of day in 400 years, beyond all that, I am trying to make a simple comment on waste.

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