AY!

jonny el dubz complained to me on his birthday about the lack of weblog posts collected herein, hence this first effort at more frequent output.

we begin... with a story...

it was a balmy oakland afternoon, a gentle breeze rustled through the discarded roaches and hipsters' gender-nonspecific haircuts. i relaxed against a planter on the sidewalk after a light lunch at the mixing bowl (ruined by a megaton dessert from bakesale betty's) while the stephanie shopped for angora yarn to stitch into rainbow brite's head.

"mehgr blerrg ghughggh mmbaahurr agaghhuh huh HUH HUHUA HA HA! knowhamsayin?!" said the crackhead suddenly, over my shoulder. my startled glance towards her face was invitation enough for enthused conversation regarding all manner of topics, from the offenses suffered at the hands of another woman discussing one's "W's and B's" in public and the inevitable revenge exacted physically upon said offender, to the importance of getting off drugs, completing the GED program and loving life.

we parted ways with a few vigorous high fives, pounds and bash brothers' arm bumps and her vociferous insistence that i was beautiful, that she loved me and, most importantly, that God loved me as she wandered down the next half a block.

my hand was fully tingling with anticipation of washing by the time we got home.

look what i made

jon's shark. 2008.
spray paint on canvas, 18" x 24".
gift for jon whitmire. all rights reserved.

baby steph

adorable!

look what i made

ray's cat. 2008.
spray paint on canvas, 16" x 20".
gift for rachel foy. all rights reserved.

the week in review

PART ONE:
ever seen a frog crushed by a tangerine? no? well, it was beautiful to watch. why can't the world cup be this good? two days of this tournament have seen so much more high-caliber soccer than the entire last world cup that i'm starting to think maybe the qualifying should be worldwide, rather than regional... maybe not. but, still...



PART TWO:
an ode to infrequent flyers:

you are screwed.

give up all hope, don't bother packing that second carry-on and shield your eyes as you pass economy plus in search of your cramped "seat" so that you won't be haunted by visions of five extra inches of legroom for the duration of your travels.

see that "4" on your boarding pass? that's 4 of 4. as in, lastest. it is fruitless to line up when they announce boarding; being the first "4" to board doesn't provide any real advantage or benefit to your health, it only allows "1," "2" and "3" to all self-righteously jostle past you as they troop aboard.

PART THREE:
there is no part three, get on with your life.

A's vs Detroit

hair by stephanie

WIFE: +300 EXP

btw

in case you missed it on ye olde flickre, here's where i spend entirely too many hours every week now:



massive upgrade from the previous soul sink... i mean, cubicle.

message from mike

just got this email from Team Jordan:



i feel that in the case of, say, grizzly bear attack, that might be a poor attitude.

roots of breakdance