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totally awesome partray, good times had, jokes made, haughty laughs experienced. running on no sleep and good times right now. went shopping with paula, was in the best mode eva, the kind when you,re absolutely keyed in and everyone feeds off the energy, we ran into some of the most fucking helpful people working at stores i have ever met. just good to know there out there. got a shirt at barneys in the kids section and it totally fits, ya trick. also im teaching myself how to make animated gifs so i got that going for me too.

STOP IT:

rain

painting from dummies

how i learned not to be an artist

all i want for christmass

jasper johns "Decoy"

sup slobberknockers

so jury duty blows drilldoes hard. just another reaffirmation that any kind of positive expatiation will just cum in your face wen you tell it you dont want to suck its dick anymore. yeah all human cattle love rachel ray at 8:45 in the morning. oh its my civic duty to drink coke products, Go America! offer me something not just what is to be expected, there is no pride in anything in the modern world. where's the fucking culture! oh that? you want culture? thats much less money to get but its not the lowest common denominator so we cant show it any more. youre going to have realize that it exists on your own then seek it out constantly, and we'll be sure to follow you where ever you find it so that we can make it for cheep and feed it to grey mush masses that occupy the middle who came from it but cant remember. and so continues the upward spiral to the bottom of the significance heap.

idea for art: get a job to raise money, when enough money is acquired, buy baby lamb, raise it till strong and grown, bring it outside into the open air, pummel it with my bare hands into tiny pieces, pound the quivering remnants of its mussels into the stained earth, continue to clobber cracked wet lamb bones until the distinction between earth, lamb blood, and own blood is undecipherable, then have wine and cheese party on same spot. get grant and do abstract paintings about the crisis in darfur to raise awareness.

copper unioun reject

current things

how do you measure a year?

like rent?
























































































no fucking photobooth photos dur

never ever

i can't possibly ever get tired of riding the bike around philly at quarter to four in the morning. there is nothing quite like crossing eight lanes of dead-still red lights with no hand and not a feeling at all of the hundred of cars that will clog the streets in just a few hours or the ones that freshly scurried away.
going through the heart of center city the wrong way on the smoothest streets i've ever felt, no i'll never get tired of it. in the humid lukewarm early summer air that fills you and sticks to you no matter how fast you're moving. its a ghost town, nobody is awake makes you think you're the only one around, nothing to think about but whats around on a sunday night. wholly consumed with pedaling and seeing.

CAUTION: i give saic a bad rep

totally fucking awesome night went to party in soufilly with dennis angela and paula dean. had beer and good times talked awkwardly to people and less awkwardly to others. once again, low expetations and a pretty good time equal a great time. went back to angelas chilled with paula and angie j bers after elmo stoped yelling at us we took our pants off and stared watching bratz the movie, while i told glory stories to paula about my first year experiences. angela got progressivly madder at me because she's heard em' all before and i don't shut the fuck up ever. however, i dont give a shit. then ed newton showed up and that was cool, cool guy ed newton. we sat around watching she's all that and discussed muzak and such some. it seems im a huge pretentious asshole, i am aware many people think that already but im not sure why, perhaps because im really up my own ass, but i enjoy my life and like sharing stories.
anywhos i left and got home around three thirty. then woke up at 8:45 and bike to tex's house in east falls a five mile bike ride with a massive hill at the end. showed up at 9:30 and was panting like wimp, then me tex and sam had waffles and we departed to mt. airy and other north west phila locales to find yard sales. we fould around seven and didn't find much. i bout one thing and am so fucking pumped about, its a 8mm camera from 1960 for $2. then we went back to tex's and did some filming while driving with sam's brother's hd camera for tex and sam's home made virtual reality treadmill.

had a good night last night last night. went on an adventure with angela dennis and eric in den's car. went to pen treaty park and then toward den's house got cheesesteaks and then went to angela's to go pee. went all the way out to the burbs (north west burbs) to dannys house to somoke on his roof, looked at stars while friends got light headed. played life and came in second, always the case. drove back to sid myers civ. and broke 100 on the way back also denni's did this really great trick where its really dark out so he turned the lights off and we couldn't see a thing. really good trick everyone enjoyed that one. went to burger king went to macdonalds went to more of the same and they were closed, the only place that could feed angelas not getting out of the car but getting food addiction was the verry lovely Tywlando Frowanda Jackson working the graveyard shift at dunkin doughnuts. took angela home took me home and went to bed around four.
all in all a splendid night tons of driving in circels and screaming out street signs according to the size of the type face, what a rush. also almost peed my pants when we used ( ) thing for deaf people to call their friends, its like you im this place and they call your friend for free and a laive person tells them what youre typing and they type what your friend says to you, very weird but you just get them to say silly stuff and it was quite funny.

while laying in bed half asleep i had a wonderful dream where i was walking down a street in a sort of unfamiliar but very nice neighborhood, and saw some people sitting around at a tabel in somebodies backyard through a wroght iron door/ fence. one of the people recogonized me and invitd me in, it was a really nice garden party on kind of a cloudy day. i was kind of aprehensive because i didn't know the person that well and i didn't think i was going to know anybody there. someone came out of the house and handed me a cup and i realized everyone was casually drinking and it seemed like a really nice scene. i went inside and saw a lot of people mostly from saic who i sort of knew but really want to get to know better, i cant remember many of them and i dont know all their names, but kathy and preston were there and so was oliver and i think siera and maybe pablo.
i sort of woke up to what seemed like either someone or a bird on my roof, perhaps a tree in the breeze pushing against the window, it didn't bother me at all and wanted to see more of the party, but i got up thinking that thats all i really needed to see, was going to have good time getting to know people better there for sure.
its 8:48 now and i think i might go apply to blick today but first im going to have a bowl of cereal and finish watching life of brian. im going to slow down for a while maybe just today but who knows.

thought for the day: if you're a truly good person and just palain honest, people think you're crazy or a total asshole.

went to the art museum today, saw all the Duchamps they had to offer and was glad to finally see the big glass and remember it. while i was siting in front of it i was surprised at how many fucking people are not just ignorant to art in an art museum but how fucking rude they are. just douche bag after douche bag walking by and just about yelling to their friends why paintings of stripes are fucking retarded. why would you bother going into the modern and contemporary wing if you hate everything that doesn't look like some thing else. im really not upset at these people, it just seems like there is a mass public tendency to shun modern art for whatever reason.
perhaps there just uneducated and im so fucking smart because i can appreciate it and pay out of my ass to hear old white guys tell me how this kind of stuff "thinks".
butt fuck that it doesn't take a college education to know that you think something looks cool, because it cost you money to get into the building everything should be spoon fed to you? if you think so go fucking look at all the detail in nineteenth century decorative arts faggot.

i want things that challenge me and pay off at the end or at least get me to question things, think i might go to the art museum next time with plaid shorts and the collar on my holister polo popped with out ever taking off my sunglasses and i tell the dumb bitch hanging on my arm that she could fucking paint that ellsworth kelly im standing in front of.

does contemporary art need to keep in mind that idiots are going to be idiots in front of it, should i start making things with built in fail safes, jets all just turn the other cheek to the massive majority, they dont matter because they dont get it. the answer is stop making pretentious art, it doesn't need to be high minded make it accessible to the every man, then what do the artists look at, everybody knows art about art is just so alienating. then the artists just have to be everymen then. all equal and nobody feels left out right?
no not everyone is equal, some people have passion in what they do, strange right? yeah in every field there are people who give a shit, i don't know much about economics but I'm sure somebody has big ideas about it and that's great. whats different about art is that there is no goal, there is no way to gauge art. trends change every couple of years and whenever you decide its too weird or not right your tastes are passe and your too fucking old so go away. its an endless sea of confusion with a few steam engines happily sailing in circles with tons of rich white people on board having cheese and wine while jeff coons jerks off in the engine room. then there are countless people on outboards going straight ahead full of grit and screaming as loud as they can to their goal, however the horizon is fixed. there are also critics in hot air balloons looking down at the scene before them and telling people all about it however they are to high up to hear fully hear the screams . and now matter how hard they try they cant see all the people in the endless sea there are just oo many people. and when artists die their vessels do not go away, they remain afloat until somebody sinks them and they are forgotten for the time being. there dangerous waters to traverse but i aint got shit else to do but sail.

normalcy is an uncanny feeling

started drawing for painting think i might do, its actually going to be planned, big leaps yo. then theo knocked and we played chess for a spell in rittenhouse, he won no hard feelings though. came back and watched some weeds/ worked more on drawing think it might be good. then got call from angela and dennis, said were coming to hang out with you. i sad cool and get me a fucking wawa green tea, they brought raspberry iced tea but thats ok, no hard feelings. we went to penn treaty park and talked aboot the real jackson pollock, the real way.

got cold and went to dennis' house in le' neast. played vid gaymes fir a minute, and decided it woud be a good idea to get high. i said fuck it and decided to actually let go for a chance and went for it. i got real high like i usually don't. i get really high btw's felt the bod pulsing and got an echo, had shammazing talk with angie and denny they is really grrrrreeeeeaaaaat friends. we went up to dens room after a while, i at half a bag of dorritos and half of a utz ripple cut chips bag too. we talked more about real stuff i think. then we drove down to my house went to shittenhouse after scavenging left-overs and sat around then went to taney. played on the playset/ swings some and talked more. went to the ballfield there and sat on the bleachers dennis found a god sent capri sun and drank all the swine flu out of it.
walked back to my house and sat in le room listening gay music it picked.

then they got bored/ angela had to go home so now i is going to wash the awesome night smell off of me and lay in bed and reflect on having good friends and being back where i belong.

went for a bike ride, blew a tire then went for a hike to here.











then made this











then put it here

its called "this is just a test"

so close i can smell the fear

i had crit from nine in the morning to five thirty for core yesterday. great last class some really fucking amazing work from people i was glad to meet i would like to see what they do in the future sean and eva and cassidy among them. there were two full nude pieces, one was five photographs this girl did of herself they were really impressive and brave. also preston did somethings where he cleaned his bed and around it and brought all that into class and catalogued it so as to take hold of his shit that folowed him, then during the crit he proceeded to take his clothes off rather apprehensively but it was a good thing and he was just in his birthday suit in the hallway with a class of forty people around him. for those keeping score thats two pairs of live balls ive seen in crit this semester.
then i ran home to grab my painting and came back for class at six where i had my research final crit form six to eleven, that was just crazy more than a crit the assignment was bad art and it wild, many jokes and fuck yous were produced, also i was given quite the good crit about how the best of my work for that class is reactionary and highly autobiographical. however it does not work at all outside of the classroom, so i have to work on things that have that layered personal history and clever integration of history but are also engaging to the everyman and how i can give them some of that content. while maintaining a dignity in nuance and subtlety.

philly too fucking soon, i dont wana grow up i just want to live and make things, not even art just objects for people to experience and the occasional image if thats how it has to be. no job fuck that but life is money, not, but yeah whateves it will have to come to me at some point.

lets fuckinhg walk in the heat with a half gallon of wawa green tea and then play chess on the sidewalk and have a nice conversation as the sun goes down, then go get ripped and dance dance dance and walk arround some more then fall asleep somewhere and wake up in the mourn then do it again.

hangin' out on amy jones' floor rockin' to the kinks. thinkin' 'bout this summa' its gonna' be great. dog.

 remind me to tell you that whale joke. (i know kirk told me it) 

hi

almost done

so apparently im evil which i guess comes as no surprise to some. but paul hopkin continues to call me the destroyer, however after recently seeing some more recent and not evil pieces he was intrigued i guess and he and pete got to talking about how im kind of torn in half and and the best stuff i make will enguage in both halfs, i have to smash myself back together again.

i havent had as much fun in a while as when its a nice day and the performance art classes do their performances out in the courtyard. and the printmaking class im in looks over them as the roll around on the ground and act like ferrinle people or just weird "creative" things. all the slightly more sane at least from where im standing print kids laugh thier asses offffffff.

philly in a week and three days. and im not even going to talk about amy jones...

not even a little..
nope.

the world has changed

i am the slantichrist

dear santa,

hello, i have not bloggered in a while, but that is because i is has beenz buss'y. well here are some golden words flowing from my brain like when qing says sweet and man and bro, it makes my life worth living. jason says the surfaces is more interesting than my paintings but not in such a bad way.(i made em') to have my toes just over the edge of the painting cliff into the object abyss would be just splendid. and i don't have to do douchebag art all the time, i don't but it mostly seems to come out that way in pun intended. well fuck it (as the kids these days say) i will make something serious for the bad art assignment and do something involving a junky aesthetic that i at times have been known to prescribe to. he also seemed surprised that i make serious work (i do by the way). the project where i was going to rent a wood chipper at the end of year art show and feed art into it and sell it by the pound turned out to be a dead end when we realized that it would kill people if we put processed wood into it because it would have shot formaldehyde dust into childrens wanting faces like some all too sexy bukkake vid.
the theme for my print series is drawings of lined paper on chewbacca. also the jerusalem print is going to be three topless bitches rubbing their cunts on a nascar, here's the kicker they are all wearing armbands like the ones in the holocaust of the three faiths of jerusalem. deep right, must be all that fucking disgusting deep dish pizza i have tried to stay away from because kirk says im getting fat.
my feet stink , and in other news have you ever put a quarter in your shoe just to make your day more interesting. i used to do it as a kid and it really works to this day, one foot is slightly heavier and you can feel it knocking around when you're walking it allows you to not concentrate at all on what is at hand, which can be a very useful trick when you are stressed as fuck.
less than a month till i go back to philly to face the real world of people who don't give a shit about the inner workings of Phillip guston's golden nugget of a brain. however there will be less racism and not so many fucking koreans everywhere. so i have that to look forward to as well as watching so much degrassi that i get fired from my shitty summer job whatever i decide to do with one year of art school under my studded checkered belt i got at my first good charlot concert. because the job market is wide open for idealists like me who have no time for people who can't see any kind of a bigger picture according to tim schade(p.h.d. in extreme paleontology).
batman's cool. i guess ...

think i might finally follow through with my third or fourth grade idea for a hollows eve costume. i don't want to give it away but it involves mortal kombat and throwing rice at people to look like im turning them into ice,(its subzero). need a hair cut, might as well (put thi(s in )par)en(thesies)because(im)not (over using them) at al(l (if )im going to get one cut i might as well get them all cut at the same motherfucking time.
i wish all my writing was in super fancy hand written cursive, well not super fancy but like legible and it scrolled across the screen as there was a shot of me writing it just in case you didnt get that i was writing it because im dictating it at the same time you asshole.

you want to know why il drink that pepsi?... because i like the new logo... yeah.

people are mostly uninteresting some are ok but odds are if i meet you for the first time i will end up not liking you at all for almost no particular reason than the fact that you serve no purpose in the world or mine for that matter. i might not even kee you arround to make fun of you, if you aren't even interesting then you're fucked. you're just bleh why should i care about any aspect of your being, i could go pick up an identical replacement for you at the seven eleven while i'm getting an all flavor medium slushie and a bag of sour creme and cheddar chips. the end.

love




-tim



p.s. all i want for christmas is to be loved and not be depressd for a while and rear aerospoke for my bike, matt yellow with a gold finish fifteen tooth euro asia import cog and matching lockring so it wont fucking fall off like the last shitty siguingo one i had that almost go me fucking killed, piece of shit, if that would be possibe. or just the aeorspoke would be nice, but matt yellow fo sho.

pps get jenni a typewriter too in some cool color and a matching retro alarm clock too.


ppss get kirk some criterion dvds.

pppss666 get jordan a ticket to philadelphi for the summa so i can show her the town and we can hang ova tha summa fo a while.

pppssssssss get angela a cool bike and teach her how to ride it so we can bike ride to place unknwn we the secrets of degrassi will be uncovered

ppppss66.6 get dennis some soap and good taste in musak because he stinks in the pits and the ears.

pppppppppps jk get dennis some more interesting dildoes so he dont have to put no more potatoes in his butt no more.

Tim Schade
April, 8 2009
Blog Post

it seems that the fear mongering is starting to take hold of my life and what i want to do. i guess it always has but what the fuck. I wrote a proposal for art bash to rent a wood chipper and chop bad art and sell it by the pound. and i just got back from hearing this guy talk my ear off about how dangerous it would be.
what eves i just wonder what ever happened to cajones, since when does every care more about safety than having fun. and not even real safety, hypothetical safety the idea of danger scares people too much to do any thing worth doing. step the fuck up and and do something you want and don't worry about the consequences. just start doing things, evil kenival used to be popular you know, and not because it was ironic.
lest sjust do some dumb shit perhaps constrctive, really good things arent usually well recieved by most.

at the end

at the end of first all nighter soooooooo tired. many projects i think good maybe done. waterboarding a cat? (because they dont like water!) screen shots of movie also email i got from my dad. and another movie me and kirk made screen shot its called magical glass and is not about meth. i have class in two hours and have that for six hours and then a class two hours later and that class is for thre hours and then i can sleep forever, oh wait i have to do seven more projects for the second part of my class for tonight's crit i must hate myself or something or not realize that i am only human and have way too ambicious idea for my own body. but the good news is im still alive so far and that girl i have to draw for class tomorrrow totally said in my interview of her for class said that she was a wicken and was into punk and silly me thinking that someone form oklahoma who said that they were into punk ment punk and not that one of her favorite bands was god charlite punk. horrrayyyyyy. da dad dead daed deed

its like civil rights never happened

every security guard at saic is black and i have not had a single black teacher, one turkish art history instructor but he grew up and was educated there. i know its not just chicago and i for some reason think that philadelphia is a least a little bit better at having an almost equal ammount of multicultural trash. i know taht it shouldnt matter what color the poor people are as long as the rich people are diffrent colors as well but fuck its not like im looking for social injustices and staging picket lines, i really dont give a fuck about race realtions usually but come on chicago/ americia step your game up.
also i just remembered there are like 20 black people out of 2000 at this school

the most important part of tim schade

reboot intro

hey it's my birthday what did you get me. just k'ing but yeah apparently jenni has planned some kind of party that will be a surprise for me today and i have been told that it is not zoids themed and am very upset right now. also jenni is in cahoots with my mother and that can not be good at all, my mom probably sent jenni som acid in the mail so that she can throw it in my face because i dont call home enough. but thats becides the point, i got new shoes(see picture) and they is cool and i dont give a shit that they is frm urban outfitters, because they are really nicly designed and it dosen't matter where they came from because content does not really matter nearly as much as form does to me in a shoe or really at all for that matter. so shut the fuck up kirk and stop telling everybody that my shoes are from urban outfitters. i is also feeling way better about lifes in general and the weather is turning up in chicago so bike rides is what that means.
art is only fun when hyou are actually manipulatin materieals, every other part sucks hard balls to the max. i dont't hate talking about art that much when the people you are talking to aren't fucking retarted or too smart for their own good. because everybody starts telling you what your peice is about and what they see in it, like oh i think that looks like a monkey, or oh yeah this abstrach painting here reminds me of starwars that sceen when boba fett gets eaten by that big monstern in the ground. and then somebody chimes in yeah ok so what does that say about the piece and then they ask you if that was what you were going for. and then i tell them that they are looking at the spilled paint on the floor next to my piece.
but i do like manipulating stuff and ideas, thats what i like about art, getting my hands dirty perhaps i can move into a really tall tower and make art all day and when im done i can just throw it out the window and the tower will be so tall that i wont be able to hear it when people yell up yeah its looks nice, but what does it mean.

what i'm going to school for

third and fourth grade i guess( i think my brother did two of them)