Ride bikes, drink beer, go do your laundry.

More mishmash than you could shake a stick at.

As per the usual state of (dys)function that exists around here, I will kick today’s post off with a correspondence that will hopefully lay a decent foundation for whatever follows. And as I sometimes do, here is a photo of an actualy foundation to illustrate my point;
(Those are a lot of sweet bricks.)


One for the weekend from CFO.

Inspired by this video, I’d like to wish you all a happy National Record Store Day. Turn off your itunes and go drop some hard earned cash on a slab of wax.
Second to that, make a zine, do a drawing, write a song, be creative. Support your independent everything.

Don’t cry for me, Art Gentina.

A peculiar aspect about working for one’s self, is that even in the event of a vacation, there will still be responsibilities of some sort waiting for you when you get home.
(This image is supposed to convey a guy saying “I’ll get to that in a minute. Right now I’m just gonna party.”)


So much time, so little memory.

Where does one begin when one has been staring out a windshield, riding mile after mile of incredibleness, and/or breathing the flatulence of one’s traveling companions for ‘pert near a week?

At the beginning I suppose.


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