Well, everybody has to choose their own way, I guess...
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Freedom
We just want to be free...
Free to possess, use, sell or distribute our silly string between the hours of 12:00AM October 31st to 12:00 Noon November 1st...
Without being hassled by the man.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Two Wheels Tuesday
In my prettiest of dreams...
I scan Craig's List and stumble across an ad titled "Bunch of Old Jap Bikes-Must Go-$100 Each" - with some text saying they need new lights and tires, boxes of extra parts included, must go.
And out of curiosity, I go take a look...
Hey...
A guy can dream, right?
Monday, October 25, 2010
Yikes
I am not sure if it is the pile of meat she is showing off, or the fact that she is showing off meat in a bikini, or those psycho eyes...
This scares me.
Need a Halloween costume idea?
Right here...
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
The Look
Sure, it is coming into autumn here...
But to be as sartorially sharp as somebody like myself, you to have to be looking a few seasons ahead.
Looking as swanky and sharp as me, though it seems natural and casual, takes serious planning...
I am using this as my primary fashion inspiration for summer '11.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Last To Know
Yeah, you are the last to know...After some horse trading, some muscle to get things on a trailer/truck and a whole lot of thinking...
The Model T is gone.
This is the last t-blogging post...
I had looked at that Model T until I couldn't take it any more.
We had reached an impasse...
I could do better, but didn't want to cut up what I had already done. It was nearly done, but I don't have the room or the patience anymore.
So I found a dude who get's what I was doing and he will finish it off...
And turned the deal into a Harley.
I have enough left over from the deal to turn up a fun machine.
My motives are many, but ultimately it is about fun...
I can, fairly easily, get up to speed with something that KVC and I can tool around on.
That was a lot of it, coming up with something we can enjoy together...
My gal has been wildly patient with my urge to make impractical shit.
I have realized that time spent building said shit, however fun and challenging it is, still leaves me standing in the garage by myself.
So a quick winter fix-up of this Sporty will give us both something cool and fun...
Most of the bits to make the bike something I can stand are on the way.
If I asked your advice on bike buying and patently ignored it, well, you should have expected that...
If you are bummed that the T has gone on, it was posted for sale, here and in Cali, and you should have made an offer...
If you are stoked that there is some new meat for me to mess up, get on board...
(Oh, if you want to give me a free paint job to get rid of those graphics, hit me up...)
I haven't given myself too much space to be creative, since taking on the T. It feels pretty good to cut that albatross from my neck.
It feels pretty good to get on with something new...
Freedom machine means something new to me, right now.
I suppose I will start a new tag for this thing, since the t-blogging tag is now dead...
Or, I might just get to work and enjoy the ride.
It is all about making cool shit, but cool shit you can actually enjoy with others makes it even better, right?
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
The State of Design
You know how there are generational differences in the way people think.
That holds true for designers as well...
There may be some coursework in current curriculum to help young designers have some historical perspective to work from...
Or not.
I am neither all that young or a designer, so I honestly can't say.
Most young designer types tend to annoy the fuck out of me, so I don't even have an outside perspective on the subject, really...
I think I can assume that the designer responsible for this urinal/sink combo - however ecologically inspired it's intentions might be...
Never had to take a piss at a packed, grimey club, back in the day.
I would guess that this designer is too young for that...
My generation has been pissing in sinks for twenty odd years.
Sure, there are some sanitary issues with that.
Hey, it's better than soaking the floor...
And this design does little to solve that problem.
It seems like you are gonna have wee all over the sink and floor with this idea - and once somebody tosses something in that flush hole, it's "bathroom out of order" 'til some sucker comes with a mop...
Maybe go design some new, unique coat hanger...
God knows, we don't have enough of those.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Thrasher
You are not hardcore.
Unless you live hardcore.
Skate hardcore.
Really, have you ever skated without shoes?
I am not that hardcore...
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Freedom
We just want to be free...
Free to do weird shit with wooden barrels...
Without getting hassled by the man.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Torn Between Two Lovers
Well, here is an oddity in posting for prettynotgood...
A sports post.
Ohio State is not even playing Michigan.
Why the hell am I talking about sports?
The fucking Phillies verses the Giants, that is why...
Coming off a series with the Phil's against the Reds, no less...
They are all teams from places I call/ed home.
Yet, here we are with the strong arms from my new base of operations going against the Giants, who I have loved...
Giants love is a heartbreaking thing.
They seem to be set on struggling, loosing closely, for the past few years.
Really, I watched Bonds knock home runs out of that park and felt a part of something...
Dope or no, that guy was the Giants and they have been grasping since he left the game.
The Phillies have demonstrated that they are equally adept at causing an ache in the chest.
They have huckers that make you want to see every pitch and hitters that go big or get out.
Now, they face off, in a series that is sure to twist me into knots...
Loosely tied knots, but the kind of pain that baseball in October is sure to provide.
I am torn...
Old town, new town.
Past allegiances, new hopes.
I just want somebody to stomp the AL...
Is that so wrong?
I am not sure either team has the offense to pull it off, to win the World Series.
They have bats, sure...
But not the kind that make it easy to watch.
A quick check on Stubhub says that I am not seeing any of it in person, for less than two hundred bones...
Which is for the best.
I can suffer this agony in solitude, or perhaps with at the Mexican joint around the corner...
If it is gonna hurt, and it will, there might as well be Tecate, tequila and tacos.
Sublimation and some sustenance, if you will allow...
Either way, this series will bust me up...
Whoever comes out on top had better make up for it.
Helping Out
Out on some errands today, I cruised past a dude standing next to his motorcycle in the middle of Delaware Avenue.
Which is the equivalent of standing in the middle of a busy freeway, if you don't know Delaware Ave, or Columbus Ave, or whatever it is called...
Looking in the rearview, I could see that there were bits of his bike broken off and busted up.
I circled back around as quickly as the median would let, because the guy had no cover from traffic and had to be in trouble...
And because that it what people should do.
By the time I had gotten through the double u-turns to get back to the guy - Ms. Pat was there, dragging out a first aid duffle and road flares...
After lighting some the flares and administering some first aid to the biker I learned was named Perry, I learned that Ms. Pat does this...
It is her thing, helping out folks on bikes, when they need help.
Perry got pretty lucky.
Ms. Pat had flushed out Perry's scrapes with water and had bandages applied in less than two minutes. I held the gauss and the scissors, and wrote down what Perry was saying. He talked with his insurance and Ms. Pat had a tow on the way...before anybody else considered stopping.
The person that stopped?
A transit cop...who would have rolled by if we didn't flag him down.
Perry got taken out by some random construction debris in the road.
Some bit of PVC pipe that caught his front tire and took him off...
No helmet, no leather...
Just a do-rag and some gloves.
He sent me on once the paramedics arrived.
Ms. Pat gave me a hug.
While I was standing there, with Perry and Ms. Pat, watching that mass of cars stream past - only hesitating to gawk...
I was left wondering how long it would take for somebody to stop and help this guy out, if I hadn't stopped, or the highly prepared Ms. Pat wasn't driving past.
Luck was with you today, Perry.
It reminded me that I don't have shit, in either car, in case bad stuff happens.
No solid first aid kits at least...
Oil, wrenches and antifreeze don't do much to stop bleeding.
How about you?
Got anything more heavy duty than a band-aid and some Advil in your car?
Would you stop to help?
Would you want somebody to stop, if you needed help?
Monday, October 11, 2010
Green Eggs Cafe
A new daytime food joint opened in our neighborhood, The Green Eggs Cafe...
I could post a link, but I don't think you should bother with it.
You will have to find it yourself, if you must.
Really, I guess it was sorta OK...
They just got on my list.
How?
Messing up on an order request. They're new, so I could have let that go.
Not doing a great job on the food, was harder to overlook.
They only had one coffee pot, they told me. That is why coffee took so long to come back around.
Service was slow, though there was a doofy looking host loitering by the door/our table the whole time. (Dude, you pitch in when service is in the weeds.)
What really got me though...
Cash only.
You know, tell people that on a Sunday morning.
Tell me that when I enter, not with the check...
It was five blocks to the nearest working ATM, dammit...
So, I have to leave my gal sitting - hoof past a half dozen broken or inaccessible cash boxes - past a number of restaurants which could have made a better breakfast and allowed me to pay for it in a fairly standard manner in this fucking century...
Don't tell me you haven't gotten the phone line installed yet, for the credit card machine.
Farmers standing outdoors, in a plaza down the street, working from a van can take credit cards...for Pete's sake.
Like magic, through the air.
Don't tell me you are a breakfast place with one coffee pot and more than a dozen tables.
If you can't get that shit together, before opening, you shouldn't quite be open yet...
OctoberArt
I forget to mention some shit to go see, that I saw, somehow...
There has been some stuff going on in my head and other places as well, so my getting out to look at art deal was rather brief this month...and only to some joints I had been to before.
The work at the Bambi Gallery caught my attention from the press release, which mentioned some gadget sounding things and geek stuff.
The standout for me was the work by Wil Lindsay, for it's interesting way of forcing audience to interact or miss out on the experience.
Wil was pretty direct in saying he is no photographer. He is interested photographic processes, however.
He had developed some technique that had him printing images on what look to be antique mirrors...but when you blow on the mirror and image becomes apparent.
I liked it.
The rest of the work was fun, as well, including some stuff using lenticular plates...
I am kind of a geek, so I like that sort of play with non-traditional media/medium.
Over at our standard stop, the Vincent Michael Gallery, there is also a pretty pleasing show.
There is some near photo-realistic painting by a couple artists, gloss with an undertone of ugly. Definitely worth putting an eyeball on, if you have the time.
What really stole the show, for me, was the work of taxidermist Beth Beverly.
Yeah, you read that right...taxidermy.
I am not sure I have words for what it is like to stand in front of a squirrel-fish-mermaid looking thing.
It is not simply shocking, Beth's work is more thoughtful than that. Her interest in preserving the beauty of the animals is met with an application of fun, excitement even, captured in a frozen pose.
For a gallery just getting on it feet, VMG seems to be presenting some really solid work...month after month.
I think Art Star has an opening this coming weekend.
I'll clue you in, if I think it is worth a walk.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Design Philadelphia
There is this citywide design thing going on, here...
It is one of those events with loosely connected lectures, open studios and random social events - all supposedly connected to design in some vague form.
A number of bits of the schedule sort of intrigue me enough that I may actually leave the house.
I was, just today, pulled to the car show they had organized.
Located in Old City, where I was headed anyway, I was like a moth to flame...
A celebration of the classic car – an emblem of individualism, personal expression and the symbol of the twentieth century. A look at the automobile as an industrial design object, focusing on evolutionary changes of key models and types.
What is not there to interest me?
Cars, design.
Cool.
Crap, man...
I am glad I had some errands to run in the neighborhood.
Maybe eight cars, maybe there were ten?
The entry form must have read something like:
Must be a car produced by a former Axis Power nation. Must have been produced between 1955-1975. Cars not meeting this criteria will be allowed at the organizers whim, but must be angular/pointy. Condition and originality of cars is not a factor.
There was bubbling paint, aftermarket rims, and a Fiat coupe with a vinyl top.
Most all were drivers - and that is cool, because cars are for driving...
Given the level of the field, the ropes keeping non-existent crowds six feet away made it seem even more sad.
Next time, Design Philadelphia, skip it or actually put some more thought into it.
Perhaps (I can't believe I am saying this) call up some Mustang or Corvette collectors club and round up one of each body style, to view side by side...
You could do the same with some Porsche club, get some 911's, if you can't get past the euro centric thing.
Sure, then it devolves into a collector meet up and looses the edge of designery voodoo. A bunch of single model, angular cars don't really demonstrate anything that insightful, beyond how quickly that styling faded.
Today just seemed random.
Oh, and what the hell is with that logo font?
Friday, October 8, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
What the Hell
Listen to some song about surfing and cows.
If you had something better to do, you wouldn't be here...
Friday, October 1, 2010
October?
We're already into ten months of 2010...
This is going to be one of those years that I look back on and say "what the hell?"
There are more than a couple of months I am sure I was present for, but I am not sure how they got past me so fast...
One month may still be in a box that I didn't unpack.
Maybe.
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