Breath Taking
This amazing photo by Lance McCord is so good that you question if it is even real!
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Friday, August 19, 2005
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Cardboard House
I was all ready to buy one of these 'till I read they're costing $35,000! Fuck that! Who knows how long it'll last? No way does it appreciate. We need a new Bucky Fuller to get his dymaxion ass in gear and make some viable cheap, green housing alternatives. Julie, I'm looking at you.
Completely Different
To offset the karma damage I inflicted on myself with the Pocket Pussy post, I would like to show you this badass site which uses artificial intelligence algorithms to evolve things that look like living erector sets. You can even build your own and race it against one of the AI creations... pretty damn cool.
12 Mylar Baloons
Thank you all for making my 30th birthday wonderful! A lot of you were there in spirit, and this is understood, as you are unavoidably geographically separated from Chapel Hill. Bellglide, sorry your van was overheating; leaving you stranded in Charlotte. Here's what went down:
Dinner at Carrburritos with A Problem of Alarming Dimensions. Went to Local 506 to set up. Billy Sugarfix went on at 10 leaving APOAD the opportunity to move up to 11. I did a bit of comedy and warmed up crowd for APOAD. Mom showed up right before I took the stage. APOAD takes the stage and promptly goes apeshit. Fashion Design to an impromptu set using My Dear Ella's equipment. My Dear Ella rocked the house.
All in all, 60 people showed up. Glenn of the 506 was a real sport in being supportive of this whole thing, and the night ended well as everyone ended up making a little cabbage.
And all through the night, Leigh was floating in the room in the form of 12 mylar baloons.
New License
Got the License renewed today as, if you do not know already, tomorrow is my birthday. I showed the two licensees to my mom so she could see side-by-side the effects of five years of life on her boy. Without trying to be funny she said, "they look basically the same, but you're head is bigger."
The day of the photograph five years ago I was about to apply to teach at Leesville Rd. High School. I had yet to meet Ann or Avery. Geneffects had yet to exist. I'd only given maybe 3 gallons of blood. I was less suave. I was more connected. The future was less fuzzy.