Category Archives: Magick


Feb 2, 2017

Fellow advertisers.

The surreal field in which we work lends itself to mental compartmentalization.  Separation of art and commerce– for creative people, we may check out, leveling down our consciousness to manage the split.

There are deeper aspects to life, and existing in a perpetual state of emotional salesmanship can run your feelings ragged.  And we seem to like that.  So, for all advertisers in need of solace and despair amid the madness of 2017, I offer the following quotes.  And photos.  Quotes and photos for ghosts.  Read on, you’ll see.


The desire to consume is a kind of lust.

We long to have the world flow through us like air or food.

We are thirsty or hungry for something that can only be carried inside bodies.

But consumer goods merely bait this lust, they do not satisfy it.

-From The Gift, by Lewis Hyde


Money is the pimp between man’s need and the object, between his life and his means of life.

-From Karl Marx’s 1844 manuscripts


Real, total war has become information war.

-From The Medium is the Massage, by Marshall McLuhan


Reason, by itself, may not be enough to get us out of our planetary plight.

– From Notes From the Edge Times, by Daniel Pinchbeck


There are no oceans, cities, hills, and rivers; these are but marked in the landscape of your consciousness.  Who are you, anyway?

You are a ghost.  No man ever saw you, ever will see you, even as “no man hath seen God at any time.”

-From Four Minute Essays by Dr. Frank Crane




Many thanks to Anousha Hutton, an LA-based artist, director, and photographer who creates cinematic narratives blended with surrealism.  I worked with her brilliant mind and powerful skill to create these photos, exploring psychic isolation and the cult of consumption.

Photos by Anousha Hutton, 2017.  Follow Anousha on Instagram.

Thank you as well to Bruno Loffredo, Canter’s Deli, and Vivian Hua, for the introduction to Dr Frank Crane.


I’m broken

Oct 10, 2013

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So I broke my hand in a fashion too dull to be described.

Sad, really, that I have no moral lesson to gain from this situation.  I’ve needed stitches from punching out windows and gone to the ER last Halloween for wearing a stupid costume contact.  I’ve fallen down drunk and smashed my face while skateboarding.

But this incident had to trigger.  No one to blame.  Pure, random, chance.  To make things challenging, I’ve just had a bone graft in my jaw.  It was the most painfully torturous extraction and procedure.  But I’m alright.  I’m dealing.

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I saw a woman recently walking down Hillhurst Avenue with a neck brace.  Not any neck brace, but a full metal collar, connected to her skull and propping her head from the shoulders.  I’ve seen these before.  My mother’s friend fell down the stairs when I was a child.  She had to endure multiple sugeries and wear this terrifying headpiece.  I was drinking coffee or having brunch or shopping aimlessly– something so luxurious in its simplicity, I took it for granted.  I saw this broken woman and froze, remembering the stiff pain following each accident, and the decline in health and attidute each brought: concussion, bronchitis, allergic reactions, nausea, pains, sprains, dependency, depression.  Her frame lurched down the sidewalk.

Did she have no one to drive her? Was there no one who could help her from store to store? This woman in her hour of need… solitary, stumbling, visibly suffering. My heart went out to her. I’ve never experienced such pain. It looks terrifying.

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The past month has been spent in clinics, waiting rooms, examining tables and pharmacies. Ironically, I’m working on a health–focused mobile application, one that manages prescriptions. It’s come in quite handy. And I’m working, because I can’t bear the concept of solo recuperation. I can’t stand isolation, introversion be damned. I’m pushing myself to keep up.  To stay active.  Forcing myself to walk down the street today to fill a prescription was an incredible challenge.

There are so many ways to deal with periods of difficulty. There is karma, explained to me by a very kind car rental manager when I returned a smashed up Mustang.  I was using the Mustang because my Honda was totaled. Two accidents, one week.  He described karma as energy, a collection of similar forces that happened to be drawn to me at a particular time. It was not about eye-for-an-eye style retribution. I’ve had friends tell me my circumstances occured because of the moon.  Apparently, most people are feeling pain right now.  And it’s a time to let the pain out. We’ll all be better after the pain escapes our bodies.  There are those theories.

And then there’s the way I perceive this moment. It’s just a bunch of shit happening at the same time.

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I know, from extensive consumer research and armchair psychology, that we humans have a tendency to apply meaning to situations where there is no meaning. See anthropomorphism. Faces in the sky. Jesus in your toast. God. When bad things happen to us,  there has to be some reason. We’ve got to make some rationale for why.

Advertising uses this. Movies use this. Religion uses this. We use it on each other,  when we talk about karma and moon cycles and praying.  I’m looking at this moment as a willful transformation of energy. It’s not easy to change this type of physical, chronic, crippling pain into positivity. But that’s what life is, taking tragedy and turning it into triumph.

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The traumatic tooth cracking of this morning, the random breaking of bones, extreme reactions to medications, and inability to exercise or type or play my beloved guitars is driving me to ultimate frustration.  But it’s a test.  It is a reminder of how precious health is, and an encouragement to remember: reality is what we make of it.


Suzy Mae


all mixed media art & drawings © Suzy Mae, 2013

Let’s hear it for #LYFT

Oct 10, 2013

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It’s been a difficult time for typing. One hand is broken, in a cast. A boring accident. So I’ve avoided the written word, neglecting my blog.

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But I have great news. We did it! We, as in the citizens of LA who support legalization of ridesharing, won the local battle. As a major metropolis, this sets a precedent for other cities grappling with new legislation.

I’ve been a major supporter of Lyft since April, when Gala Darling recommended it during a Blogcademy event. I blogged about it.  I went to their community events. I ended up in their marketing materials, and as the face of their #WhyILyft promotion. It’s so gratifying to feel like these small gestures that meant something to me had a part in changing the future of Los Angeles.


The LA Times article on the approval of new ridesharing rules describes this development in detail – and notice my quick cameo in the article.

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The day they called to interview me, I was dealing with a newly applied cast, ultra frustrated, and in a lot of pain. But that quick interview, coupled with style/social media superstar Luna Lovebad shouting me out on the street and Instagram that morning, served as emotional morphine.

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It’s not every day our efforts are recognized. When they are, it’s a reminder that persistence and grit pay off in the end.  Live, learn, and keep at it.  Congrats, LYFT!