Saturday, July 25, 2009
After Staying Inside for 2 Days and Eating Only Bagels, While Sitting in my Underwear, I Have My First Video :)
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
I Want to be Able to Play Like You - Less Pressure When You Recognize the Rise and Fall - Electricity/Bed...A Guy Could Get Used to Such Amenities
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
That's Four Pairs of Jeans I've Worn Out Down Here - 5 hours of waiting to hear Suicide rigged with Pipe Bombs
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Fortuitous Luck - Back To Jail - Trekkies Unite for Symphony - They Keep Throwing Me a Rope, I Just Keep Hanging Myself Rather than Pulling Up
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Universal Water - Brother Shot in Cold Blood - Run..Run..Run..then Jump as far from the Parking Garage as you can
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Jewish Bread: Hallah - The Stranger told me several years ago I would Meet Many Interesting People - Chris Kraft: Head of NASA in the 60's
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
To Whoever Sent the Letter, in Hindsight, it Gives Comfort Knowing at Least One Appreciated - So You Were an Egyptian Princess in the Temple Beautiful
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Cattle Rustlers - Guess I don't Fit in Here (jeans not tight enough) - Fastest Oil Change on Record: 10min
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
No Longer Comfortably Close :( _ Thankyou Friends



































37,000-feet of mid-air thoughts, fingers of rivers and runoffs inject life into a contour of soiled cloth, hobo patched with greens, flat with shadowless shadows, auburn scars parceled by man's gumption to produce and control outcomes, road-stitches lie like lifelines thrown between neighbors drowning in a sea of lonesome, windmachines sit in rank as if in a cemetery plot honoring the fallen cyclops, X marks the spot. Everyday do everything, a mantra repeated on what seems like my first true vacation, a home coming not yet experienced while living comfortably close. Friends and families take on new context with realization one's foreign presence has impact, can invoke memories, happiness, change within state of mind; a warm welcome better than any gold given gift, a meaningful hug euphoric, a good meal uplifting, laughter absolute. Micah said this doesn't matter, none of it does, in the grand scope of things, we're miniscule, inconsequential in time. The point of it all is to have fun, enjoy yourself and the company of others. Triple-pained-plastic air plane window reflects this curious incongruity of big versus bigger. As flight cruising speed nears 600 miles per hour, the six-year-old boy in the seat next to me sings "Open Sesame" as he lays his head in his father's lap.






















































































































































































