good advice:

“Walk tall, kick ass, learn to speak arabic, love music, and never forget you come from a long line of truth seekers, lovers, and warriors."

Hunter S Thompson, shamelessly stolen from Rules for My Unborn Son

Posted on 2011-02-09T00:00:00Z GMT

and then I came back to okc

and the madness continues… it’s not in the world, as I told my friends, but damn it’s a good time.

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Posted on 2011-02-08T00:00:00Z GMT

new years eve

Yeah, this night was pretty freakin awesome. My first tattoo and a lot of fireworks and drinking champagne etc etc etc. Auspicious. Suspicious. Something like that.








Posted on 2011-02-07T00:00:00Z GMT

cemetery in the neighborhood

well, not my neighborhodd, but the one I was staying in… I conceived a big typology type project while I was there. All the cemeteries of New Orleans. Of course, I’d have to live there… if the city doesn’t sink before I get the chance to move there, that is. It’d be a couple years. When I’m looking to semi-retire or something. or when I get a wild hair and have to light out. Although, as my local friends advised me, it’d be easier if I picked a subset to look at. I could spend a long time looking at these angels, for example.

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Posted on 2011-02-07T00:00:00Z GMT

down to the fishin' camp

So we drove down to Cocodrie, which is the middle of nowhere, reaching out towards the gulf of mexico. Even the middle of nowhere has trash pickup these days. That’s america for ya. The birds were nice, flying to roost somewhere at sunset, and the sunset was pretty awesome, too. Nice to get away from it all for a minute. Which was the point of the trip, come to think of it.

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Posted on 2011-01-31T00:00:00Z GMT