AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, Schumacher and everyone else play cards. We return now to the sniper-related activity at Ddwwchllyff’s, with Wolfcastle and the lip-reading Librarian.
The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 44

‘Anser?’ There was no response. She tried again, a little louder.

‘Anser!’ Still nothing. Was he dead? Was that it? Surely not, even she didn’t deserve such bad luck as that.

‘Anser Damiou!’ She shook his shoulders roughly. ‘ANSER!’ Had he just moved or was that her shaking? She tried another approach and this time shook his shoulders approximately instead. This was too much. For the second time in as many instances her emotions, her feelings for this man, were seeping out from behind her normally composed persona. This wasn’t right, she didn’t get ‘involved’ with people, she was distant, cold, aloof…

It's hard to believe that someone who thinks that Ralph Nader and the Green Party are a little conservative would attend a military event but this Saturday I went to the Joint Service Open House (JSOH) Air Show in Maryland. I’ve always liked air shows ever since I was a kid watching Blue Angels at the El Toro airbase with my dad. Even though the pilots are doing loops and barrel rolls in billion dollar machines built for war and killing, there is something so innocent about it. When I look up to the heavens at the winged bird I realize the magnificence of nature and when I see a jet propelling a man higher than the clouds and faster than sound I am amazed by the progress of modernity and the courage of the human spirit.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, “43a Cwrt Roy Jenkins was what estate agents would call a ‘barn conversion’, just not very typical of the genre. It was in fact a former art studio, lovingly converted into an authentic farm outbuilding.” Read more here…

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 43b

‘Yes indeed! So nice to see you once more. Do come in, please do…’ he responded as he stepped aside and gestured with his right arm for her to move past him. ‘don’t worry about wiping your feet’ he added as she entered his abode. It would have been a well known fact to regular visitors to 43a Cwrt Roy Jenkins that you only had to wipe your feet on the way out. It would have been well know had there ever been any regular visitors to the address, other than the inaniloquent landlady. Schumacher wrestled the barn door shut. As the new visitor entered the living room Mrs Napkins rose to her feet and stared at everyone else in the room. Mrs Napkins was viewing everyone else in the room with a level of disgust matched by everyone else’s expression at the state of the barn interior.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, a murderess philosophized. Now, for something completely.

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 43a

43a Cwrt Roy Jenkins was one of a series of residences that constituted the modest property empire of Mrs Napkins. Amongst her numerous tenants she was generally regarded eccentric. Perhaps her most eccentric feature was her hair. White, long and curlier than a camels eyebrow, it seemed to almost have a mind all of it’s own, unlike the head it grew from. She was not shy of expressing her opinions and would delight in any opportunity to expand and expound on almost any topic she’d care to bring up with you. Fiercely proud of her liberal and inclusive outlook on life and humanity she took great pleasure at telling all of her current and prospective tenants this fact. One of the things she hated above all else, she would recount to whoever may be present, was xenophobic people. Mrs Napkins prided herself on being able to instantly identify such people and would make sure they never got to stay in one of her properties. She had absolutely no time whatsoever for bigoted and narrow-minded racists. Racists and Chinese people.

hello all,
i'm playing a great place in Mitte (East Berlin) this Friday called Schokoladen. it is a one time event in which myself, 3 local Berlin-ers (from the groups Nena, Warren Suicide, & others), and Mike Dillon (from Les Claypool, Critters Buggin'), & The Malachy Papers play songs of 70s Berlin-era Bowie from the albums Heroes, Lodger, & Low. it should be pretty wild and intersting. come check it out if you can.

Friday, May 19
9:30p-12m
Schokoladen
Ackerstr. 169 (@ Torstr.)
near Rosenthalerplz.
Berlin
http://www.schokoladen-mitte.de

(after the show, we will also play at an underground all night gallery. i don't know where it is yet though.)

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, Rhoda Crwys dangerously doubts the unlikelihood of unacknowledged tunnels. Now, a murderess reflects on her career.

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 42
It had been a simple assignment: find the target and then kill him. OK so normally she’d have preferred not to have to do the finding bit, she’d rather just stick with the killing. But then again they were offering big money this time, €1,635,178 – enough for her to finally call it quits and retire. Sure, it had been fun: bumping off, wiping out, assassinating, executing, liquidating, murdering, exterminating, eliminating, finishing off, doing away, rubbing out, butchering, obliterating, slaying, putting to death, killing and inconveniencing people… but a girl couldn’t do it forever. ‘There has to be a point where the killing stopped and the living began’, she’d tell herself each morning. She was particularly proud of that little line and was determined to use it sooner or later.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, Wolfcastle and the fatal Librarian are under fire at the Ddwwchllyff residence. Now, Rhoda Crwys doubts the mythological nature of urban legends…

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 41

Rhoda was originally enrolled at the Welsh University to conduct a research project into context-free inter-employability in atypical social groups and disadvantaged communities. That was the original intention but it wasn’t what she was really interested in. Her true love was that of suburban myths. What had begun as a hobby when she’d heard tales of alligators living in sewers, aliens making elaborate geometric patterns in fields of corn and politicians working for the good of the population rather than looking after themselves and their friends. From these early encounters it had grown into an ever expanding interest. So much so that she had persuaded her supervisor to allow her to change the research focus to include this area. It hadn’t been difficult, in his rush to end the appointment the Professor had agreed almost instantly and then ushered her out into the corridor once more, deadlocking his office door behind him before climbing out of the forth floor window, onto the drainpipe and clambering down the two floors to the new ground level.

We are not entirely sure how this site operates yet, however we are currently looking for some artists to take part in a series of shows hosted by Run Gallery.
We are at present based in berlin, but some of the shows will be based on the premise of instruction... so there is potential for you to email / send instructions of how to construct your work. Any jpegs, or anything else please email to us.

ok
best wishes
Run gallery

Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy. Have I ever stumbled into a touchy research project. I posted ads on Craigslist and My Space for people to take a survey on "alternative sensuality." (Ok, let's call a spade a spade: "kinky" sex.) I am trying to conduct a serious ethnographic study as my anthropological training dictates. The flow of information from people "in the life" is torrential, but my "vanilla" friends (and I'm as vanilla as they come) are quite upset that I am exploring the "seamy underbelly" of society.

Man, this topic's as raw-nerve-tapping as abortion, liberal politics, and gay marriage. What is wrong with this society? Why are we in the dark ages when it comes to human sexuality? Man, now I know how Kinsey felt when he conducted his research. Well, if any of you out there are not put off, repulsed, or just plain chicken shit, then I invite you to take either of my surveys. This is a serious study to determine what makes us tick (and kink).

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, Rhoda Crwys, Welsh Student. Meanwhile, Wolfcastle and the fatal Librarian are under fire at the Ddwwchllyff residence.
The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 40

The first shot took them both by surprise, as did the second. By the time they had realized they were being shot at the fifth shot had completed it’s trajectory.

Reacting at last he yelled out: ‘Duck!’

One of the earlier rounds had dislodged an antique display case containing several stuffed aquatic birds. This was now crashing down under the command of gravitational forces previously held at bay by the fixings securing the case to the wall. She had seen the danger and sprang cat-like across the floor, landing, on her feet, on the deep pile rug next to the open fire. She dropped to the floor and rolled onto her back just as the display case completed it’s rendezvous with the floor and smashed to pieces. Turning to cast an eye or two over the debris she shouted back to Wolfcastle. ‘Guineafowl actually.’ she yelled, trying to be heard over the sounds of gunshots, breaking glass and general mayhem. She just had to be right all the time!