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RADIO
Fuck. My vacation got all fucked up. Pretty bummed. I was really looking forward to rock and roll wedding and New Mexico escape but now I have no idea what I'd do in Denver for 4 days by myself and changing the flight to go straight to NW was too frikkin expensive. So now I'm just going to work all weekend long. Oh well, I'm going LA next weekend instead and I plan on partying very, very hard.
Insert a bunch of stuff about people bitching, hipsters, the 'art' scene and making a living as an 'artist.' I had a long discussion about this bs last night and it was good for me but probably even better for the other party involved. People are stupid.
I FINALLY am taking ver my space at my house. It's official next week and I need to start building and spending soon. I also need a table saw, a drill and level and a stud finder.
Nextly, euro plans are almost done. Dublin, Tilburg, Brussels (maybe), Hamburg, Dusseldorf and Paris are all pretty much booked up. I'd like to add London on to the tail of this trip but so far no dice there.
Lastly, I've been asked to curate the art for Laneway Festival in Australia in Feb. and I'm pretty stoked about that. It's a huge opportunity and I've wanted to go to Australia since I was but a wee lad. I'd be traveling to every major city and seeing the whole danged place and all on someone else's dime! So here's to hoping that doesn't get all mucked-up! Finger's crossed.
Insert a bunch of stuff about people bitching, hipsters, the 'art' scene and making a living as an 'artist.' I had a long discussion about this bs last night and it was good for me but probably even better for the other party involved. People are stupid.
I FINALLY am taking ver my space at my house. It's official next week and I need to start building and spending soon. I also need a table saw, a drill and level and a stud finder.
Nextly, euro plans are almost done. Dublin, Tilburg, Brussels (maybe), Hamburg, Dusseldorf and Paris are all pretty much booked up. I'd like to add London on to the tail of this trip but so far no dice there.
Lastly, I've been asked to curate the art for Laneway Festival in Australia in Feb. and I'm pretty stoked about that. It's a huge opportunity and I've wanted to go to Australia since I was but a wee lad. I'd be traveling to every major city and seeing the whole danged place and all on someone else's dime! So here's to hoping that doesn't get all mucked-up! Finger's crossed.
Gosh durned wi-fi ate my blog.
Anyway... long story short, I just awoke from the most restful nap in recent memory. Apparently, I should make laundry nests on the floor more often.
Anyway... long story short, I just awoke from the most restful nap in recent memory. Apparently, I should make laundry nests on the floor more often.
I am in Canada. So far it's been fun. My friend and I are drinking beers and BBQ-ing steaks for breakfast.
My art show thing was cool last night. I got some free shoes.
Today and tomorrow are mellow just hanging out and drinking time.
No phone or text messages. That's kinda weird.
Ok. See you on monday for more bacon.
My art show thing was cool last night. I got some free shoes.
Today and tomorrow are mellow just hanging out and drinking time.
No phone or text messages. That's kinda weird.
Ok. See you on monday for more bacon.
I stole this from aphexplotz:
Just a fun little meme.
You type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr search.
Then, using only the first page, pick an image.
Then, copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into this
mosaic maker.
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One Word to describe you.
12. Your flickr name.
I'm in Tenn. for Bonnaroo. It's hot. I hope it doesn't rain. I hope I make a lot of money.
I have a lot more to share but no time to type.
I have a lot more to share but no time to type.
Editor's note: I apologize for the rambling. You should imagine someone like... a greasy pump jockey from a rural Kentucky gas station saying this at you.
Oh man. I know I'm not the type to get sentimental and stuff and I also know that I'm more than a bit tipsy as I commit these words but it's just one of those weeks where the human condition forces itself upon the forefront of the usual shit that occupies one's mind. I won't bore the few of you that still read this every so often with what I ate for dinner or the girl that's currently causing me anxiety or any other daily nuisance.
Sometimes you just feel a moment. And I don't want to sound like a hippie or some new age asshole because that's not what this is about. It's not life changing or anything like that. It's just like a big sigh. You breathe in a lot of air and you exhale and you feel satisfied.
On the grand scale of nights in my life tonight was insignificant. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred for better or for worse but as I approached my door and fumbled with my keys one of my favorite songs came on my ipod. I took my bike to the back room and sat on the back porch and just listened.
It was nice. It was dark and it was cool and it was comforting. I was happy to not think and to just relax.
It sounds contrite but I sometimes forget to just sit and be content. I highly recommend it. Go listen to an old favorite song and not worry about the day.
Oh man. I know I'm not the type to get sentimental and stuff and I also know that I'm more than a bit tipsy as I commit these words but it's just one of those weeks where the human condition forces itself upon the forefront of the usual shit that occupies one's mind. I won't bore the few of you that still read this every so often with what I ate for dinner or the girl that's currently causing me anxiety or any other daily nuisance.
Sometimes you just feel a moment. And I don't want to sound like a hippie or some new age asshole because that's not what this is about. It's not life changing or anything like that. It's just like a big sigh. You breathe in a lot of air and you exhale and you feel satisfied.
On the grand scale of nights in my life tonight was insignificant. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred for better or for worse but as I approached my door and fumbled with my keys one of my favorite songs came on my ipod. I took my bike to the back room and sat on the back porch and just listened.
It was nice. It was dark and it was cool and it was comforting. I was happy to not think and to just relax.
It sounds contrite but I sometimes forget to just sit and be content. I highly recommend it. Go listen to an old favorite song and not worry about the day.
Wow. What a great prom we had this year. Thanks to everyone who came by and made it awesome.
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In sadder news, an old acquaintance from Pittsburgh passed away last week and I just got news. My old buddy Jimmy the Cook a.k.a. Gumba had a heart attack. Jimmy was an awesome guy. Jimmy taught me some pretty important things -- never get a girl's name tattooed on you and how to make awesome meat balls. Jimmy always had a new joke to tell and no one laughed harder at his jokes than he did -- even after the 15th telling of the day. He'd sneak me meals when he knew I was broke and when he'd fall of the wagon I'd wake up to find him on my couch sleeping off his bender.
Jimmy, you touched a lot of lives with your keen and simple insight and your hearty italian dinners!
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I was hoping to rest this week but I got some rush jobs and I'm a little strapped for cash lately so looks like I'll be pulling some long hours again. I was hoping to maybe escape to LA this weekend but that's not looking very probable. Oh well. I have Bonarroo in two weeks and I need to get busy prepping for that.
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In sadder news, an old acquaintance from Pittsburgh passed away last week and I just got news. My old buddy Jimmy the Cook a.k.a. Gumba had a heart attack. Jimmy was an awesome guy. Jimmy taught me some pretty important things -- never get a girl's name tattooed on you and how to make awesome meat balls. Jimmy always had a new joke to tell and no one laughed harder at his jokes than he did -- even after the 15th telling of the day. He'd sneak me meals when he knew I was broke and when he'd fall of the wagon I'd wake up to find him on my couch sleeping off his bender.
Jimmy, you touched a lot of lives with your keen and simple insight and your hearty italian dinners!
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I was hoping to rest this week but I got some rush jobs and I'm a little strapped for cash lately so looks like I'll be pulling some long hours again. I was hoping to maybe escape to LA this weekend but that's not looking very probable. Oh well. I have Bonarroo in two weeks and I need to get busy prepping for that.
