The (C)architecture of the red automobile.

A focus on red cars over time.

We start out with the Neglected 1989 red Ford Escort that has now followed me from one house to another for the most of five years. It's dull blue oval still marks the front and rear of the sleeping GT. Also notice the amount of moisture collecting under the plastic lens cover of the light. A big problem with the plastic Ford used in the late 80's and early 90's.

Almost like the grand spires of the Sydney Opera House. Granted the amount of moss here would not be tolerated by the lot at the Opera.

Another big problem with the late 80's Fords. Not the best clear coat in the world.

The tires still look fresh but then again they have not seen much pavement in five years.

I like the fact that the environment has taken a liking to the little red car.

It's what makes the insurance so high. I think it really means "Goes Tardily".

Looks like the sky at sunset and so we bid goodnight.

Are you sad because you're on your own?

Went for a cup with my friend today. Finally got to try Ristretto Roasters on 42nd Av. Had a pretty good cup of Nicaraguan. Will go there again for sure.

A Good cup, a great friend and a window to the world. Kinda cheesy don't you think?

Fingered Flash Photo. Second cup.

Same cup no finger flash.

Buy Buy Buy Trend Whore.

Rusty Art crevece. No not a name to a 90's grunge rock band.

Rusty Art with Fife.

Simple Logo. Future clubhouse?

Random street trash.

I think I have been on this bus.

Classic advertisement.

There is only one happiness in life

OMG! Who wants to drive with me to Snook Texas. Frank Sodolak I LOVE You. Click on picture to find out why.

Illegal dumps sprout up across the American West.

A few of the places I have been going to in the last few months that I thought I would share with you.

Cube Me a daily source for wonderful stuff, contemporary design, architecture and technology.

Crabbit and Daft another MP3 blog dedicated to nothing but Jazz.

infinite Wheel a cool flash site that allows you to remix simple dub tracks by touching and clicking neat little graphic icons.

Hot Chicks with Douchbags. Hmm, I stumbled upon this one tonight and it was quite entertaining. Kinda reminds me of Cliff Yablonski Hates Me a little. Some of the pictures had me laughing outloud. I think everybody has or had a friend like this and always wondered what it was that the pretty girl got out of him.

Case in point.

Lastly if you haven't seen this you should. The Church of the Subgenius segment on the USA network show Night Flight. Posted at Pistol Wimp.

An art forger must be at least somewhat proficient in the type of art he is trying to imitate.

I have been trying for the last couple of weeks to doodle the sad men that JT doodles with such ease upon napkins, newspapers, concert bills and other bits of scrap. I think this is the first one I like and will probably stop trying now that I get the technique. Thank you JT for the inspiration. Here, Here, Here, Here, Here, Here, Here, Here, and Here, and keep up on the kick ass OPOLOP.

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing new landscapes but in seeing with new eyes.

Just getting a chance to post these pics from the snow day on Wednesday.

The snow pretty much draped over everything.

Adventureland is just a few doors down.

Icicles yeah.

At least the snow made somebody happy.

So I killed him.




And the rest of the neighborhood.

Metal shavings in the trash down the street.

Animal?

Or Minimal?

The Best Punk is...

Klutch is in the hood.

Value the Authority?

The amoeba reappears.

Why in the world would you tape a photo of your ear on a sign post?

A Dream Within A Dream

~Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

I have always loved this mural on the back of the old Masonic temple come rock club. Reminds me of Too Much Coffee Man's Too Much Espresso Guy.

ODD1

Sign's Sign.

apparently Jesus is this drippy handful of melted butter.

Adel Hamad's face is up all over the hood.



And lastly...Say hello to my little friends.

Church fence on 39th street.

Same fence on 39th street.

Small red red on Global Priority USPS sticker. 39th street Masonic Temple in backround.

I can see you back there on that shed behind that boarded up house there on SE Division you sneaky devil.

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