Are You Pumped??

Just ordered these today:
Ya, I'm pumped.

Half-There

Today I accomplished many things.

Got a haircut.

Constructed a bed.

Went to the boutique warehouse sale.
[bought a t-shirt for $10]

Got drinks with my old college buddies.

I think I might be getting sick. This could be a good thing considering I don't want to go to work tomorrow. Though, we are going river rafting on Tuesday, so that could backfire on me.

Actually, I'm not too stoked on that either. I really haven't been feeling all that present. Like I'm only half present. I don't want to do anything but have been doing a lot. I think it's because I've been running on autopilot.

Feces, Human Feces

Last night I took Sam with me to a party at my sister's new place. She just moved into the Wallingford neighborhood and is living in this amazingly huge house. Most of the people there were pretty douchy looking. Lots of bad rap music, drinking games, and baseball caps worn backwards.

Though all of that was going against it, I did enjoy myself and get to know my sister's new boyfriend better. So far, I'm getting a good vibe from him.

Sam and I left the party around 12:30am. As we were walking to the back of the house, Sam stepped in some shit. We soon realized [by the stench of it] that it wasn't dog shit. Yes, he stepped in shit. Human shit.

We all had a laugh about it.

Today will be slightly more productive. I'm about to head back to Wallingford to return my sister's car and have breakfast with her and her boyfriend. We're then going to check out the Boutique Culture Warehouse Sale, which Blackbird is involved with.

It's nice being kept busy. Last night I had a nightmare about her dating a guy. I don't know where that came from. All I know is that I'm struggling with moving on and getting her out of my mind.

Art Project Dropout

When I was in New York, I bought a pack of sunprint paper. I hadn't done anything with it partly because it's barely ever sunny here and mostly because I'm just too damn lazy to do anything that requires any type of set-up.

Today I returned home from a family brunch with the determination to do SOMETHING creative, at which point I grabbed the sunprint paper and got to work. Well, it didn't turn out so well. I forgot that it's best to do it at high noon (not 5 o'clock) and with something to hold down the items being printed.

I had one good idea, which was to use shards of glass to create some interesting shadow-play. Unfortunately, as I was drying off one of the pieces, it cut through my shirt and sliced open my finger. Things went down hill from there. I only had some wax paper handy, so I wrapped my finger in that. I didn't stay on the roof much longer after that.

Realizing my finger was still bleeding profusely, I thought I'd pay homage to my Twin Peaks obsession and try to write out Fire Walk With Me in my own blood. It seems I clot much faster than I expected, and only got as far as "FIR".

Needless to say, I need more creative time that actually renders something worthwhile. This was just one upset after another.

Artwalk at B-Bam!

Last Thursday was the Capitol Hill art walk, during which I coordinate a show at B-Bam. I finally remembered to bring my camera. Here's a glimpse of the evening.

Another Month, Another Poster

LICK! is around the corner. I had wanted to incorporate this design I had collected in my inspiration book a while back (I put it up in an older post) of a woman having her nipple tweaked.

This is what I came up with:

But it turned out it was a little too controversial. So this is what it turned into:


Haha

Today's Youth Are Filled With Such Angst

Oh Trouble.

You have made me a wreck.

Inspiration

I finally got around to scanning some pages from my inspiration book. I've started keeping it at work, but have been wanting to draw ideas from it at home as well.

Here's a peak at some of it:

CapHill [ ] Party -day 2-

So I'm a day late on this, which really only means that I partied too hard last night to give a shit to sit down and write about the night I had.

Got to block party around 7pm to start my shift at the B-Bam booth. Earlier that day I had thrown a pancakes & mimosas fund raising event at my place. Worked the booth, sold some stuff, had a friend sneak me some beers. Though I didn't get to see Gossip (supposedly they've dropped the "The" from their name), I did get to hear them. They sounded great--and I bet their stage presence was amazing considering all the experience and fame they've had in the UK.

However, I have to say, I wasn't too excited about them playing block party. I remember seeing them in the parking lot of Lifelong AIDS Alliance back in the day for free.
At the end of the day, it's cool to see how huge they've become.

Once I carted everything back to the store, a group of us went and got beer and went up to B-Bam to watch Sonic Youth. A-MA-ZING.
We had a good view of them from upstairs and could hear them fine. Somehow my buddy got beer on the ceiling while trying to shotgun a beer. There was also a trip to Dick's at some point. But that's when things got a little hazy.

CapHill [ ] Party -day 1-

It begins like this...
Worked at B-Bam until 6pm--first beginning at the store and then setting up our booth. We are the most ghetto booth there. Everyone else has canopies. All we've got are 2 tables and some legless mannequins.

After roasting in the sun for too long, I went home to...clean. Broke two glasses while washing the dishes.

Starfucker.
Very awesome show. Unfortunately the crowd was annoying not just because it was mostly teenage hetero couples, but because their mosh etiquette sucked. It's an pop-electro dance band. There's no need to be slamming people up against the steel barricades.

I left towards the end to catch a bit of Built to Spill.Last time I saw them was maybe 2 years ago at the Showbox. I mean, they're great and remind me of the good in my teen years. But they can get a little jam-bandy in concert. However, this show was cool because the setlist was decided on by the fans prior to the block party. The part of their show I caught, I thoroughly enjoyed.

On a final note, I'm not that into The Dutchess and the Duke. I've tried, but they're just too folksy in that indie-cool kind of way that it makes me want to barf a little.

RIP, Little Buddy

I'm watching my parent's dog this week. Took her swimming at the park, and instead my cell phone dove in head first. Suicide attempt? Well, it succeeded.

I am lost without a cell phone. When did it get to this point?

Such Good News

I found out this morning that I will NOT be losing my job at the end of August.

See, my position is funded by a county grant, which was suddenly yanked. But after some meetings, and my bosses fighting tooth & nail for us, we got the funding back. That having been said, I can now go about my business a little less stressed out.

On a completely different note, here's a video of one of my favorite boxers, Nicolino "El Intocable" Locche. Sooo good.

Fruit Salad

After boxing class this morning, I came home and whipped up this fruit salad that has become my new favorite thing to eat in the summer.


Ingredients:
* 1 nectarine
* 1 peach
* 3 chopped mint leaves
* A handful of chopped walnuts
* 2 teaspoons of honey

All of the ingredients are from the Capitol Hill farmers market, except for the chopped walnuts.

Summer Cold Shower

Tonight's boxing class was fun. But I really need to work on my endurance, which sucks right now. I figure I do well with in incentives, so once I complete a month of classes, I will splurge on some boxing shoes and new workout shorts.

Yet, the highlight from tonight would probably have to be the cold shower I took after class. AMAZING.

I tried a new recipe tonight. It wasn't super complex, but ever since I bought a bunch of kale at the farmer's market I've wanted to do something with it. So, here's a photo of what I did:


Ingredients:
*Handful of kale
*2 tablespoons of olive oil
*1.5 teaspoons of crushed garlic
*A drizzle of clementine juice

I also put a bit of salt in there, which I could've done without. I'm not a big fan of salt. I also wouldn't repeat the clementine juice bit. The kale was already pretty tangy on it's own.

Delicious!

What my delicious is all about:

(from wordle)

An Update

I haven't written in a while and that's mostly because my computer was stolen and partly because I've been hard at work looking for a job. I've been wanting to make updates to my website of new work I've done. Of course, since my computer was stolen, so were my entire web files. It'll be easy to re-download/upload/whatever, but it'll take time, which I don't currently have. So, I'll post some of my latest work on here...

First, I did a shoot for Neumos, which included Moe Bar and the Fish & Fry. Here are some selected images:

And below is a little update on posters I've made recently. The first is my little nod to Vaughan Oliver, one of my favorite graphic designers. He does a ton of work for 4AD, coincidentally my favorite label. The second is a poster for Seattle's first ever Britney Night (Slave), which draws on the Brady Bunch squares.

81st Academy Awards: My Thoughts

I like to think that what I have to say on a given issue should be of great concern to those around me, which is why I have compiled the following list.

81st Oscar Cheers and Jeers!

Cheers: To putting the band up ON the stage.
Jeers: To not muting audience applause while playing the "In Memoriam" montage. As EW once said, that's life's final and cruelest popularity contest.

Cheers: Whoever styled Tilda Swinton
Jeers: Mikey Rourke remembering his dog by sticking it on a necklace. It just looked cheap. Like one of those bottle-cap necklaces.


Cheers: To changing the format of introducing the nominees for best lead/supporting actor/actress.
Jeers: To Jerry Lewis for keeping his cool. I wanted bitterness, not pleasantries!

All in all the 81st Oscars was really good. Definitely better than last year, but still nowhere close to the 79th Academy Awards. Ahh, Pilobolus... how I miss you.

High School Dayz

My directorial debut. 15 years old.

Adorable

This was my valentines date. He bought me chocolates.

SUCH a heart breaker.