AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

Well, I've never actually created a blog entry before, but here goes...I just got back from experiencing the gorgeous collaboration of AMP Member Scrote, who can do anything musically, (http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/scrote, http://www.bundinimusic.com/scrote, and
http://www.myspace.com/scrotemusic, among other excellent websites that Scrote inhabits) with David Garza (http://www.davidgarza.com or http://www.myspace.com/davidgarza) at Largo
(http://www.largo-la.com) here in Los Angeles, and decided it was about time I wrote something about AMP's first voyage abroad. It was an excellent trip, and probably the best thing about it was the hospitality I encountered along the way.

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, everyone else leaves the Vice’s office, closing the door behind herself. Now, Samantha Panther, star reporter, flashes back on Uncle Wong, ponders the evils of the illegal rug trade.

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 27

Dogs and rugs and Geckos
They always come in Twos
Be they lizard wool or Corgis
Be they R_ - -- tali hoe -.

Samantha Panther re-read the crumpled text message from Uncle Wong yet again. What could it mean? She committed it to memory, broke it open and ate the fortune cookie inside.

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 literal-minded Librarian meet. Next, the Vice in a deadly fit of pique.

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 26

‘I want him inconvenienced!’

There was no need to say anymore.

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, we left the Cornishman “happily engrossed in a three-way conversation about code switching with two Portuguese nuns and a Lebanese-Greek dentist” so that we could recede to Wolfcastle…

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 25
He was having a bad day. It hadn’t even technically be going for that long, the sun only having recently risen and all.

Ddwwchyllff’s line was engaged – what could he be doing at this hour? Surely the call girl wasn’t still there? He’d tried several times in a row and there was no reply. Wolfcastle stepped out of the mobile mobile phone booth© and realised that his inventive friend hadn’t actually told him how to deflate it once finished. That had been another source of annoyance. Yet another soon presented herself.

For this AMP site, I listed my type of art as photography although I personally feel that photography is not art. To me art is something that comes from the soul and is expressed in a physical form - it is something unseen which comes from the artist's mind. Photography is more like expressionism - one can only photograph what exists in real life but the perspective that the photographer gives it is his/her own. It's much like playing the piano well - the music is already written on the sheet, but it is up to the pianist to determine how it will sound to others. Honestly, I orignially got into photography because I loved the sound of the whir and click of a camera in a MISIA song I was listening to.

I got this in my email box the other day and I thought I would share. I'm also thinking about submitting work.

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EROTIC SIGNATURE has launched the World's Greatest Erotic Art Competition (WGEAC) to date. With prizes ranging from $1,000 to $10,000 and the opportunity to have your work viewed by the world's leading publishers, curators, artists, academics, collectors, editors, and established masters in the field of erotic art. This competition will culminate into a beautifully bound coffee table book entitled The World's Greatest Erotic Art of Today. This annual publication will be comprised of each year's 200 WGEAC's winners and all profits from its sale donated to an organization fighting to find a cure for HIV/AIDS.

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, Medium Chief Running Water ponders a possible connection between the illegal rug trade and the landmine scheme. Here, back to the wandering Cornishman, now aka Tresovian, last seen in NYC…

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 24

Ddwwchyllff was prone to mood swings. Ddwwchyllff’s most recent mood swing had swung him out of the revolving bedroom window to a fate of almost certain death, if not worse.

Peppet’s mood tended not to swing too far at all – if anything, at times, he may swing from miserable to really bloody miserable, but that was about it. He had left New York and was now making his way somewhere else. Exactly where: he would not say.

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, the librarian covertly observes Wolfcastle inflate a ‘mobile phone booth’©…Now

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 23

‘What!?’

‘He… sort of… got carried away with it all sir and kind of …got swept along with the whole thing.’

‘The last thing I need right now is a dumb-ass loud-mouthed shit-for-brains dog handler deciding that he is the voice of the Cardiff police force live on the news channel!’ As he shouted, the veins on the Chief’s temples pulsated in time with his verbal emphasis.

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, having enjoyed a romantic interlude, Laytah the call-girl and Dddwwychlyff (?) take turns trying to push each other out the Revolving©window. Now, the librarian spots Wolfcastle…

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 22

Wolfcastle turned from the window abruptly, his mind a blur with thoughts. They had stood against something, that much was true. But that was a long time ago. He was different now, he’d changed. Not just older with more gray hairs and wrinkles – something inside of him had altered. And Ddwwchllyff - Ddwwchllyff had changed too, he used to be taller for one thing.

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 escapes the Vice-Chancelor’s vile presence wearing the maintenance uniform and carrrying the battered suitcase of a, perhaps the, grey-haired lady? And now, back to Ddwwchllyff and the call-girl.

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 21
‘So you see Miss Cassleberry…’

‘Please, call me Laytah’

‘So you see,’ he began again, ‘Laytah, that’s how I came to big a big star in Rangoon. Cigar?’ Ddwwchyllff concluded, placing additional emphasis on her name.

‘No, thanks. I’ll stick with the pipe. That’s a fascinating tale though Mr Dddwwchyllff, truly fascinating’ she lied, stifling another yawn and blowing another cloud of smoke. Next time she’d do it the other way round.