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Hello Arnie Fielkow! (updated 1)

Posted on May 21, 2008 by Varg

Whoa! Arnie responds with quickness and copies the HANO contact.

Thanks!…..I am going right to the source by asking my hano contact to review and respond. Darren please do so! All the best varg!

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Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Device

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Hello Arnie Fielkow!

My name is Lance “Varg” Vargas and I am a local folk artist and blogger. I am writing to you today because I have a simple question. What do you do when a light bulb goes out in your house? Change it right? Next to mowing the lawn or buying groceries, it is a simple household chore that folks all over the world partake in.

So I was wondering what was going on at Fischer Homes over in my district, the Fighting Fourth? I wrote to Jackie Clarkson about it a while back and didn’t hear back from her. I know she’s busy. So instead of hounding her and seeming like a real weirdo, I thought I would just move on up the ladder and the buck stops at you right? I’d ask James Carter but he doesn’t return my e-mails either.

Sorry, I got off track complaining about correspondence. See, all the lightbulbs have gone out across the front of the Fischer development. Probably many of the ones inside too but I couldn’t really say as all I can see is from the road. Lined up across the front are lamposts with large glass bulbs and inside all the lights have gone out. I mean all of them across the front. Back when I wrote to Jackie, there were four still lit but now they are all out. Shame too as they are nice and look expensive. I remarked to Jackie that one of them looked like it wa shit by a car and noticed that has been fixed.

I would really just chalk the whole thing up to the “Care Forgot” asthetic of my beutifully entropic city but there is soemthing that doesn’t sit right with me about it.

See, back in Decemeber, I recall the development being touted as the future of New Orleans housing in lieu of the previous “Big 4” structures across the city, but now we can’t even get it together to do change the lightbulbs. If there wasn’t going to be any effort put into the new public housing, I can’t see why anyone would have voted to tear down the old stuff.

I know you aren’t in chage of HANO but how about getting on the horn and getting someone down there?

If poor upkeep and maitenance is the future then it sounds a whole lot like the past! Whoa! Hey!

Also, tell Jackie that I forgive her for for not writing me back in March. She probably thought I was crazy! Tell her I’m not crazy, I’m just a blogger!

Keep up the good work on the council and I’ll see YOU in the Mayor’s race for 2010 right? Right? Ha! I’m messin with ya!

Rejoice!

Varg

P.S. I’m posting this letter and your response on my blog at www.thechicory.com.

3 thoughts on “Hello Arnie Fielkow! (updated 1)”

  1. Charlotte says:
    May 22, 2008 at 7:31 pm

    Good for you, Varg! And good for Fielkow. I really don’t get why some bloggers dis him so much. Keep up da good woik, bra.

  2. mominem says:
    May 22, 2008 at 8:59 pm

    I had a similar experience with Arnie. I emailed him about the Assessors Appeal of my Appeal of their flawed assessment.

    I must have been one of the first to contact him since it was Saturday.

    I got an almost immediate response and he followed up with his staff and their consultant.

  3. LIsaPal says:
    May 24, 2008 at 5:59 pm

    Whoa! Hey! Excellent!

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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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