Thursday, October 21, 2010
World's worst white beatboxer HUH-pppppp-CHH-ppppp-CCCCH-sssshes his way up the street.  Straw hat, poncy dude 'burns, poppin' sybilants.  Then stands, bobbing like a pigeon, at the dollar table, freestyling to Dame Barbara Cartland, Canadian Accounting Fundamentals, and Og Mandino.  Their impassive verdict: pack it in, ?uestlove.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
The squab flew the coop this morning and that was really me up the ladder with a broom later on in the day, dismantling the nest and "encouraging" Mom & Dad to move along.
Monday, October 18, 2010

ACT (Aesthetically Claimed Thing): Do-It-Yourself

"The grounds are overrun with squeaking ground squirrels and the haphazard night camps of vagrants. Here, a broken and weeping stone angel -- the 'Angel of Grief' -- mourns the loss of [NAME REDACTED]. The angel decays in the center of a long-neglected monument rimmed by rusting iron gates and an impressive skirt of small, broken, black-and-white tiles.

Barely visible dirt paths, bike paths and forgotten roads lead to an abandoned succulent and cacti garden hidden behind a looming ring of eucalyptus trees. Although the garden's former glory has mostly eroded into wilderness, it's still apparent in towering ancient desert specimens now grown into trees, and in recently cleared rusty, stone edging which barely marks the intricate borders of the garden in its prime."

Deep interspecies communication somewhere in California.

(Found, not made)
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Today's soundtrack: the Isley Brothers, Footsteps in The Dark

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