Wed. 9-17-08 Squerl has a Metaphysical Experience

I was waiting for a call from my man, D.J. Biggie Badger when I started thinking to myself, If we were dwellers in ancient Akkadie, we would all be busily gathering in the harvest in preparation for the feast of Shamash, the Sun God. I would bring the acorn atole pancakes. I dozed off for awhile and I had a dream. I dreamed that Shamash the Sun God brought me a catalogue of the work of Gerard Titus - Carmel, all written in French. That's not so strange for me to dream about because I love Gerard Titus - Carmel, the weird thing is that I could read and understand the French even though I don't speak it in real life. In the book Gerard Titus- Carmel is talking about some of his pieces with fur on them, saying how he only uses road kill for those pieces and that many squirrels live on through his work. It was a happy dream. The phone woke me up. D.J. Biggie Badger, (Badges for short, ) was on the imaginary line. "I'm callin for Squerl," rumbles through the phone in a voice like far off thunder. I can hear James Brown playin in the background.
"Yo Badges, it's me Squerl."
" Ol riitte." Wadda ya want let's do this weekend? Have ya seen Chico?"
"Yeah man he's workin on his astral-nautical transport device."
"Astra-whatathemofo?"
"You know another one of his crazy robotic artworks, he's focused man."
" Too bad for him, that means more ladies for us at the party."
" What ladies, what party?"
" I don't have all the details yet but I will call you when I do."
" Cool daddy, say go."
" Riitte on, now you be cool man, don't be gettin all squerly on me."
" All right Badgie - hey play me some crazy funk like Parliment or somthing...I'm still groggy from my nap."
" No problem friend, I'll put you in the front of the line, later man."
" Cool, cool, bye."
Anyway, after the call I had to make traxx to foundry class, someone had dumped off a mess of old Art magazines that nobody else wanted. I am the recycling king so I nabbed them and brought them home after class. As I looked through them I couldn't believe my eyes. There in the stack was not just one, but two catalogues in French of Gerard Titus Carmel. How wierd is that? Maybe Chico's machine is working after all.