Oh, you know you are

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Mark yer calendar

the 2010 date is set

Details will be posted here as they’re set.

(illustration by the talented Jamie Sanford)

Have I mentioned that they’re coming?

viva las zombies!

Click the flyer, get the code, spread like a virus. Government-made or from outer space? Your call.

And here’s the MySpace page, which will have route details and whatnot once they’re finalized.

They’ll be looking for you

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The undead are a persistent bunch, you know. I spent last week leaving increasingly desperate messages on the voicemail of the guy who approves or denies events booked for Beale Street (it’s a private street, you know, not public, so you can’t just do what you want there without filling out paperwork), thinking he was avoiding me after last year’s round of last-minute awkward runaround phone tag that nearly meant we didn’t get a permit.

Turns out last week he was in Houston rooting for the Tigers — not intentionally avoiding the zombie uprising. So that last message I left him where I demanded that he call me back because it was “very important”? Probably a tad melodramatic.

But just a tad.

That’s, like, thisbig.

Day 143 — Blues and Brains

blues and brains — May 23

Thanks, Cherie!

Also, another big thanks to Jamie, whose birthday is today.

Friday, it’s on.

UPDATE: The article is here.

Project 365

They’re coming … like, really soon

“The artists were attempting to make art more than just something to look at, they wanted it to be something to be involved in, something too big to ignore.”
— Le Tigre*

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You know you’ve always wanted to lurch around downtown in undead drag and make the tourists scratch their heads. Don’t miss your chance; it’s coming quickly. An extra bonus: We’ll be crawling through the May art trolley tour, so not only will Beale Street tourists be WTFing, but the city’s art connoisseurs along South Main will be forced to comtemplate the real meaning of living (unliving), breathing art as it pulses around them and changes the land- and peoplescape of downtown Memphis.

If you’re confused about exactly what any of this nonsense means, please refer to the official zombie massacre blog here. There you’ll find explicit instructions about how to participate, where to meet, the route, the time, the purpose, and all that. If you are still confused, it might be time to lay off the sauce. But you can also e-mail me at theogeo at gmail dot com and I’ll be happy to explain it to my best abilities (if I’m not drunk, that is).

We’re looking for anyone and everyone to come out and gore it up. We’re especially interested in people who have makeup or theater skills, so if you’ve been settling for applying fake blood to your face in the privacy of your own bathroom at midnight, now’s your time to shine. Join us.

And, lastly, I gotta give a big shoutout to Jamieslan, whose artwork is completely amazing and without whom none of the promotion would be getting done. A thousand thank yous, Jamie, even though I don’t think you read this blog.

Three weeks. Spread the word. Use that flyer up there if needed. Just tell someone.

*Does anyone know if this quotation has a more original source? I know several of the other lines in that song are from Rothko/Gottlieb/Newman, but I’m not finding a source for this particular line other than the song itself. Art history buffs, please enlighten me so I can give credit where it’s due.

Day 116 — Gestures

gestures — April 26

I’m not sure what these flowers are called but they smell amazing. At first I thought Gestures was burning some candles whose scents seeped out of the doors. Turns out it was all nature, baby.

It was a beautiful day to spend downtown, traipsing up and down South Main with the fabulously pseudonymous FearlessVK, taking care of some crucial business and stuffing our faces with greasy, overpriced Arcade food.

Tomorrow night’s the monthly art trolley tour. I can’t make it, naturally, but if you’re free you should check it out and enjoy the last non-sweltering art tour of the year. Be sure to tell the gallery owners that it sure would be cool if the undead and the living could come together to view art as a community. Hell, Jay Etkin thinks it’s a good idea, so you should too.

Project 365

FedExKinko’s Liveblogapalooza

This precious internet access is costing me 20 cents a minute, so I figured I’d better tell the world how stupid I am. If there happened to be any doubt left, that is.

Okay, gotta go pick up my copies.

A plague of living corpses: It’s laughable — OR IS IT?

Ever thought about what you might do if swarms of undead were lurching toward you, and suddenly you looked around and couldn’t figure out where to go that they couldn’t follow? Here’s a few tips from Nick Frost, if you’ve got half an hour to spare.

You might ought to start thinking about such an occasion. It could happen sooner than you think.