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This morning i drew a picture of a man with a long mustache on the whiteboard at work. Then I added a long goatee.

Then for shits and giggles, I added ridiculously long eyebrows….
I have no idea why I was compelled to do this.

Then later in the day, this picture popped up on my radar, a myspace advertisement.

I am still trying to figure this one out – what is the cosmic importance? Does it ring any bells for you?

The IMP beta starts Monday, June 11th, and we’re looking for writers, musicians, and filmmakers interested in hosting their work on our site!

In case you didn’t know, for the past two years I’ve been working at an independent software company in Seattle, called Brain Murmurs. Recently we started discussing ways to help the whole swarm of artists who have been living off of duct tape soup find a way to make money selling their work. Not that it’s all about the dough – just that, if you’re going to sell it online at the very least you don’t need fuckers like myspace taking a piece of the cut. Right?



For years we as artists have been stuck using “social” networking sites to showcase our stuff and communicating with each other. And we all feel sick to our stomaches every time we begrudginly say “oh, you can find my stuff on mumble mumble myspace.com mumble mumble slash kilboyfuckbot”.

Either that or trying to hawk cd’s at the door so you can make just enough gas money to get to the next town. You can still do that, and shit, that’s half the fun – not knowing if you’re going to wake up in a room in arkansas with somebody’s booger collection on the wall.

Here’s an alternative though – set up an IMP account (it’s hella quick and free!), set up the media you want to distribute, and watch the money pour in! WE DON’T TAKE A DIME. We support ourselves through unobtrustive ads (that is, no boobies or racist/sexist shoot the rapper for a free ringtone flash games). Other sites take a pretty hefty cut – we think that sucks and we’d rather risk taking the money from advertisers and not crust punks.

It’s really simple. You can even keep your blog, personal site or myspace and link them to IMP as an exponential means of promotion, networking & sales. It’s totally up to. But if you want to sell you work, you might as well point people to the one place you know you’re going to get all your money.

I’m also personally in charge of setting up a tour tracker that will help bands plan gigs with venues. If you know me personally, then you know I’ve been setting up gigs in my house or touring for several years now. I know it’s a pain in the ass trying to organize and communicate, and I want to make the process go smoother. If you have ideas about this, I want to know.

Suffice it to say, I think you should join us now at http://independentmediaproject.com/beta.php and give it a try. We’re still in a beta phase but we will be taking the site live for all the world to see and love in July, so we want your feedback and content as IMP continues to grow. Feel free to write in and share your thoughts.

So come check out the site, we’re looking forward to hearing from you. If you have any questions, send email to imp@brainmurmurs.com.

-The IMP Team

The IMP beta starts Monday, June 11th, and we’re looking for writers, musicians, and filmmakers interested in hosting their work on our site!

In case you didn’t know, for the past two years I’ve been working at an independent software company in Seattle, called Brain Murmurs. Recently we started discussing ways to help the whole swarm of artists who have been living off of duct tape soup find a way to make money selling their work. Not that it’s all about the dough – just that, if you’re going to sell it online at the very least you don’t need fuckers like myspace taking a piece of the cut. Right?



For years we as artists have been stuck using “social” networking sites to showcase our stuff and communicating with each other. And we all feel sick to our stomaches every time we begrudginly say “oh, you can find my stuff on mumble mumble myspace.com mumble mumble slash kilboyfuckbot”.

Either that or trying to hawk cd’s at the door so you can make just enough gas money to get to the next town. You can still do that, and shit, that’s half the fun – not knowing if you’re going to wake up in a room in arkansas with somebody’s booger collection on the wall.

Here’s an alternative though – set up an IMP account (it’s hella quick and free!), set up the media you want to distribute, and watch the money pour in! WE DON’T TAKE A DIME. We support ourselves through unobtrustive ads (that is, no boobies or racist/sexist shoot the rapper for a free ringtone flash games). Other sites take a pretty hefty cut – we think that sucks and we’d rather risk taking the money from advertisers and not crust punks.

It’s really simple. You can even keep your blog, personal site or myspace and link them to IMP as an exponential means of promotion, networking & sales. It’s totally up to. But if you want to sell you work, you might as well point people to the one place you know you’re going to get all your money.

I’m also personally in charge of setting up a tour tracker that will help bands plan gigs with venues. If you know me personally, then you know I’ve been setting up gigs in my house or touring for several years now. I know it’s a pain in the ass trying to organize and communicate, and I want to make the process go smoother. If you have ideas about this, I want to know.

Suffice it to say, I think you should join us now at http://imp.fm and give it a try. We’re still in a beta phase but we will be taking the site live for all the world to see and love in July, so we want your feedback and content as IMP continues to grow. Feel free to write in and share your thoughts.

So come check out the site, we’re looking forward to hearing from you. If you have any questions, send email to imp@brainmurmurs.com.

-The IMP Team

Time botcher went to arcata
for one month

chased hooligans out his house,
they came back a few days later and threw a brick through his window
crashing the glass, nearly hitting his head

He watched the Devil try to rape a pitbull on the back porch of a party.

Saw my Father this weekend,
he told me all about the septic tank he put in his land out in Port Townsend
the grey water marsh he wants to make by letting the camper drain right out the back
and how the solids
sink to the bottom

i am eating from a one pound bag of teriyaki summit snack beef jerky. My lips are dry and chapped. I have talking rain.

There are native people on hollow earth right now, chanting and beating drums. A black and white photo on my desk of a boy with cargo shorts in Arcata. Jake took it while we walked around drunk at night – this meathead is showing how strong he is in the picture for us, by bench pressing a tree branch.

My sister just came back from the Salton Sea – salvation mountain and Leonard Knight painting an adobe museum of jesus saves slogans

she brought me 11 X 17 inch puzzle made from a snap shot of Gods Is Love mt.

and a dvd he wanted made for senior citizens, where he pointed to the waterfalls he had painted.

This season of Lost they all got off the island – after months of feeling stranded and flailing for thier lives. As the season finale concludes, you flash to the future where you see how miserable they are because they didn’t finish the work they were meant to do there.