You Can Help Save The Endangered Klang!

We are raising funds to help pay for the medical, therapy, lost wages, and round the clock Screaming Yellow Zonkers for klangklangston, also known as Josh Steichmann. If you would like to contribute to this noble, just cause then please buy a digital reproduction of one or more of his series of prints of the Salvation Mountain in Niland, CA. We ask that you make a donation in an amount of your choice & by your method of choice to Josh after you download one or more of these high resolution (TIFF) prints. Clicking on a thumbnail will download a file approximately 15mb via Mediafire. You do not need a Mediafire account to download.

You can donate in several ways--if you wish to contribute monetarily, you can send a check or money order to
J. Steichmann, P.O. Box 131254, Ann Arbor, MI 48113-1254, or if you prefer to donate by credit card, bank transfer, or PayPal account, click on the donate button below and to the right.

If your donation is more of the spiritual, moral, or fruit-basket variety--that is, you don't think the post office box would fit that knitted full body suit in size XLT--email us at and we'll send you the local street address. Modesty and the thought of all of klang's ardent followers trying to park in West LA prevents us from publishing the exact coordinates here.

If you want to preview the catalog of lower resolution files of the Salvation Mountain photographs, click here.

We appreciate every card, letter, gift-in-bad-taste, and every last red cent and we hope that you cherish your digital file purchase at least as much as you would enjoy an invisible t-shirt.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Christ on a crutch

I'm off my walker; I got a crutch today. Already, I'm faster, stronger, better. And don't have to slam the walker around in the bathroom.

I had my first follow-up yesterday, with Soohoo, and got the staples out of my leg. Forgot to mention the numb spot; not sure if it's a deal. It's just behind the cut. The cut does look wicked and evil; I'm trying to figure out how to get the photos off my phone.

Amy also took me by the accident site, where I saw that the pavement really is some two-three inches up from the preceding square (panel?).

1 comment:

  1. when I worked a garden-store job (late high school) starting at 7 am, my late-night partying made me try that stuff. Not saying that's why I am bald, just saying...