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;
“Locked but mostly loaded.”
Inspiration is sometimes born from curious circumstances.
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.
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.
As the world turns.
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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