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December 22, 2010

Oh California. Where for art thou, California? For a place which prides itself on it's incredible weather, this must be embarrassing for management. It has been raining cats, dogs, and pot bellied pigs for a week now! My house is a wash of colors because of buckets strewn about the place catching water as it weasels it's way in through the most devious cracks. Bruce, the Wonder Dog, is depressed and looking longingly at his leash that hangs near the back door. But even as I grab it and give him the "ready to go outside?" look he sighs heavily and yawns. Reminding me that his feet are far too precious to be dampened by mere rainwater.

Rain does create opportunities though! Last week, my band and I were practically snowed in at a studio in the deep south. Perfect for recording music! Nothing on the outside calling you away from your mission. Only the songs, the cave, and take out dinners to keep you. A gilded cage, indeed. And this week, back in California, writing and wrapping gifts. Wrapping gifts and writing. Hope I don't accidentally wrap my journal and mail it to my Mom or a family friend. Won't get invited back next Xmas dinner. Or at the very least, have some explaining to do.

Books get read! Films more deeply appreciated! Songs get written! And new lithographs get signed and numbered! (My segues need some love....) Yes, I recently printed up 100 lithographs of the pen and ink drawing entitled 'Vitamin Sea' on a gorgeous archival paper. Set to last at least 100 years, these prints are simple, exact and infused with the joy of the ocean. An old injury has kept me from the Sea for far too long now and I think upon conjuring this particular image I was longing for that simple pleasure of drawing lines into a wave. Carving soft sculptures out of a canvas that is unique to that moment and is never to repeat again. Surfing is many different things to many different people, but to me it is art. I miss it, but will return into her arms by Winter's end.

As I alluded to previously, Incubus is deep in record mode. The red light is on and we are mining for gems. So far I am thrilled by how it's moving. And I can't wait to share with you all what I hope will be our finest work to date.

So! Goodbye for now! Au revoir, mon sheri! Feliz Navidad! Make sure to avoid the pre-packaged fruit cakes, be a sport and let the cat go nuts on the Xmas tree, allow yourself a second helping of jello, remember that even though Santa rides in on a sleigh pulled by caribou, he'd much rather be cruising around the way Jesus does; on a fucking T-Rex with bat wings. So if you see Santa, tell him thanks for playing it enviro-friendly. Thank your parents for ANYTHING they may give you this year (even if it is a pre-packaged fruit cake), eat your vitamins, it's never too late to learn how to read, and lastly, remember to wear condoms you dirty bastards.

I love you! You all are the best!

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Brandon