Burst of Efficiency

I’ve been blogging for over 12 years now. Before Blogger was even a glimmer, my dumb ass was writing stupid 10th grade poetry on the internet and talking about my feelings. Once I realized how much of a giant, walking vagina this made me, and it took a while, I started to write about art instead. I picked up a spray can a long time ago and realized in a blinding flash of insight that I was total crap with it. But what I lacked in talent I made up for with a keen eye and the wit of a glue-huffing thirteen year-old, a sense of humor that I fight hard to maintain to this day. So I wrote about the things I thought were beautiful on the internet, and tried to swear as much as possible at the same time. It got me a cool job for a little while, but for the most part I’ve been doing it without help and without recognition for a long ass time. That’s what Secret Still is, a secret, something that not a lot of people know about, because I never wanted them to know about it. I never wanted help or a handshake, and yet here we are. Starting today I’d like help finding out about things.
If you’re an “emerging artist” (I know, I hate that term, too), or know of one that I should check out, just let me know. If you have a zine or something that you want people to know about, just send me one. I want to find out about so much beautiful shit that it gives me cancer of the balls (too soon?), and I need your help to do it. Can I guarantee that I’ll like whatever it is you send me? No, but those are the chances you take.
Notice, if you will the left side of this page, and you will see that there is now an archive dropdown, a category dropdown, and an About page. For the first time in my selfish life I want to make things a little easier on you, the reader.
Consider this Secret Still 2.0. And now, back to your regularly scheduled dick jokes.







