I live in the future.
The cat was finally let out of the bag on Monday when I posted photos that I actually took a year from now;
The cat was finally let out of the bag on Monday when I posted photos that I actually took a year from now;
This past weekend I was supposed adjourn to Austin in order to attend my baby cousin’s wedding, but as I was standing at the top of my stairs, ticket in hand and bags packed, fate reached out its third arm and changed my directive.
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.)
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.
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.”)
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.
After my initial return from our last year’s trip to San Diego, I left the AHTBM audience with a teaser that resembled something like the following;
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