I first met B.Chiclitz at the Lake Union Pub in Seattle. He had been working on a zine project entitled "Synaptic Yanker", a collective effort of creative writing, comics and collage tied together by an overall chapter structure of Leary's life circuit theory. He would give a self satisfied chuckle each time we passed a newspaper box that still had one of his "I'm Informed" stickers pasted upon it. "I think, therefore I think I am" he often insisted

In Cambridge, B would share passages from his synchronicity journal unsolicited and once relayed a story of how his life was saved as a result of a properly interpreted license plate. He had abandoned comics and zines altogether, and channeled his creative therapys into collage. His cat Cuba (Koo-bah) would slip and slide across a floor covered with magazine clippings, the random generations thereof inspiring an idea more than once. He would refer to his body of work as "all american, al-chemical, gen x, fin de siècle...for your pleasure", but regarding any one image, only offer "a raven means one thing to a hopi, quite another to a pigeon"

B found willing accomplice for his work at the Zeitgeist. This Cambridge based community gallery hosted nightly events from jazz to classical to punk and performance, weekly art hangings, merry pranks, pirate radio, parades, electrical fires and film festivals, not to mention its own political party and softball league. B would perform mesmerizing lightshows across stages of dancers and musicians, curate collage exhibits, and create posters and zine graphics to promote the ongoing circus of events. The Zeitgeist is today survived by Outpost 186

As far as I know, B continues to work creatively in graphics when projects present themselves, but is otherwise content to play guitar and teach his border collie tai chi. I was happy to hear from him after many years with a request to help design this web archive... for your pleasure, of course