Sick Shit

This is completely whack for real, yo!

Who could ever even enjoy sucking on someone else's toes? I mean, honestly, what is pleasurable in that? I am literally vomming in my mouth.

In other news, in case you haven't already heard, the world is seemingly on the verge of a swine flu pandemic. Partly terrifying, and partly (admit it!) exciting, but most likely just completely blown out of proportion. Now I could be wrong, kids, but I feel as if all this pork hype might be causing an undue panic in a world that's already panic'd enough?

So, bacon (or cytokine storm) anyone?

Yeehaw!

Oh.. yeah, I did.

LOVED 'EM / BOUGHT 'EM.

Wish I'd had 'em when I hit up Montana last year, and when I toured Tennessee this year. Guess I'll just have to take another drive down South sometime soon!

Who Stole The Soul?

This man is so amazing, and hot as all fuck; William Elliott Whitmore. I stumbled upon him completely by accident (thanks to that new Itunes Genius app) and am stoked about it. Finally, some darn good (and nowish) whiskey-soaked, soul-infused Delta blues.

Check out this live YouTube vid for proof. Notice how the background noise slowly fades a few moments after the first chords, a testament to the raw power that a talented musician can use to command and capture the attention of a restless crowd.

Somewhere, There's Music

- Jimmy Rushing

"baby, how long, baby how long

baaaaby how long, baby how long...?"

Listening to the blues mostly makes me happy.

Art Block

I'm seriously considering going back to school. Not "school" school where I would spend my nights sitting in a classroom or studying textbooks, but art school. More specifically, photography school.

I have always been drawn to photography, notably black and white, but not exclusively. There have been many color prints that have caught my fascination as well. A year ago, I bought myself a Canon Rebel XTi with the full intentions of teaching myself the tips and tricks of taking a good photograph, but I regret to say that my hopes have fallen by the wayside.

Now, I'm not a terrible photographer and I've gotten plenty of compliments on my skills (see my Flickr page if you'd like to judge for yourself and please don't feel the need to be cushy; I can handle constructive criticism) but I feel as if I still have a long road to travel, and I can feel the potential slipping away everytime I pick up my camera again.

I put it down for months, without a backwards glance, and then one day my fingers tingle and I snap away at nothing in particular until I feel as if I have something worth showing. It's not that my life is dull and I have no hobbies, or that I don't think that I could pick up a guidebook and learn myself, it's truly that I want to learn. I want to know how to take photographs that people will think about.

Food for thought, at least.

Writer's Block

I've fallen in love, for real, for the first time ever.

Please go here to see the object of my affections. This could be life changing. I'm just really feelin' it, despite the price tag.

(April) Fools

I have possibly been having the weirdest month ever. I can't even begin to describe any of it, but I can say that if it weren't for one person (who has spent a ridiculous number of hours letting me cry my frustrations out over the phone) then I may have plucked out my eyelashes by now.

Thanks, J.

EDIT (on 4/2/09): And thanks, to the creeper who is sending out the noodz via my cell phone number. Seriously appreciative of the sudden influx in my popularity status quo. How'd you get my new number again?