Day-glo Vu

I meant to say this earlier, but I, uh, forgot.

The third weirdest thing happened to me yesterday. I thought I had managed to invent some sort of telekinetic teleportation technology because one moment I was in Detroit, and the next, seemingly, I was back in Washington DC!

It all started at the Detroit Airport security line.....
This one woman started asking the TSA lady why the government isn't able to control what goes on the arrival/departure board. The TSA lady responded by saying that asking that question means you are ignorant. Taking offense, the other lady is all like "I'm ignorant? Did you even go to high school?" "Yes" "Well, did you go to college?" "Yes" and then the non-TSA lady goes through the metal detector and the TSA lady, in full ear-shot of the rest of us in the line, calls the woman a, and I quote, "fucking ignorant ass."

Seriously, it was like being back in DC! Imagine my dismay when I found out that I was still in the wrong airport. It was as bad as this one time when I woke up in the middle of the night, only it wasn't the middle of the night, it was about 2 PM and I was stuck to my non-ergonomic chair because I forgot to take the peanut butter sandwich out of my wallet and sat on it by mistake.

Fully 95% of the people here fall into these two categories:

1. Wear a government-backed badge and think they can do whatever they want and you had better jump right in line or out of line if they want to go first (the TSA woman)


2. Have a "powerful" job and think that that means they are far above the inferior rabble that have regular jobs (i.e. the whole "Did you even go to highschool?" comment)

The other 5% of people in the DC area are those like me who do not act like either of the other two groups.



And think that we are so much better than them and feel smugly self-superior.



Just like the other two groups.

LIST TUESDAY! DETROIT ROCK CITY!!!

So, for certain reasons, I visited the lovely city of Detroit yesterday (City Motto: Now only the SECOND most dangerous city in the country!). Basically, the only time I listen to the radio is when I go to Detroit and rent a car and forget to bring any CDs or remember to bring CDs but the car is only equipped with a tape player. Seriously. This is what happened yesterday. It's like they built a time machine to bring a car from 1997 to the present just to rent it out and annoy me. Stupid Ford. Anyway, I was listening to 89X, "Detroit/Windsor's only New Rock Alternative!" By the way, Windsor is in Canada. I think maybe Detroit is too. I'm not sure. But that is beside the point. What is so close to the point that it can actually be proven to be the point through simple mathematical analysis is this: a list of songs I heard on the radio.

SONGS I HEARD ON 89X DETROIT'S ONLY NEW ROCK ALTERNATIVE

1. Some song by My Chemical Romance: It starts out with some almost springsteenian lyrics about going to see a marching band with your dad with a nice, insistent drum cadence and builds up to an almost epic sound. All in the first 30 seconds. Then it devolves into your basic emo, pop-goth crap completely indistinguishable from approximately 50% of the songs I heard yesterday. Well, not completely indistinguishable. There was this one part with some awesome squealing guitars that sound almost like Poison or something.


2. Candlebox - Does it really matter what song? Well, okay it was their one hit from I think 1993. Confession time: This is almost of Postsecret caliber - I once voluntarily attended a Candlebox concert in the Yakima SunDome. Wow, it feels good to have that off my chest.


3. Another song by My Chemical Romance. Or maybe Ashes of Soma. Or maybe the Used. Or maybe Chevelle. I know I heard songs by all of those guys because the DJ told me so. I just can't tell the difference. Really, I can't. I must be getting old.


4. That one Green Day song that rips off the rhythm and chord progression from Chicago's "25 or 6 to 4." Another song from 1994! I felt like I was back in middle school playing hackey sack! By the way, compared to the the pop-punk/goth/whatevs stuff this song is not bad. It's almost dirgey and not at all emo. If you don't know what "emo" means, it means whining about how sucky life is and how some girl betrayed you and maybe you should go cut her, or maybe yourself. Green Day on the other hand, whom I don't really like but appear to have real potential to be a three decade band, got big by writing about being bored and stoned and lazy without being all depressive like those grunge %*#$ers. That's a much better reflection of the zeitgeist of the younger generations because it will last. Being a whiny self-obsessed, mopey teenager only lasts a few years. Being lazy lasts forever.


5. Some song about a ghost. Maybe by Sleater-Kinney. It was actually really good. If you know what I'm talking about, please tell me what it is.


6. Nickelback. Hey, they're Canadian too! That qualifies as a rock "alternative," right?


7. Another song by My Chemical Romance


8. Audioslave? Oh yeah! The one's with the Soundgarden guy! Man, remember Soundgarden? They were all "black hole sun, don't you come" and then that chick's face was melting off! Sweet!"


9. The Toadies song about asking someone if they want to die or something. It still kicks butt. Just like 7Mary3. Chugging, slow guitar riffs are to a Nokia-brand cell phone what industrial staplers are to orange elm leaves. Yeah.


10. Three Days Grace? Is that a band?


11. Snow Patrol. Or should I call them......SLOW Patrol? HA HA HA HA HA! Because of their slow tempos? Get it? Get it? Thank you, I'll be here all week!


12. Another song by My Chemical Romance


13. An ad for a concert by My Chemical Romance

Oh yeah, I also read a book yesterday in airports and airplanes: One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich. I think this was the fourth time I have read it. It's only 139 pages long. But it is really good. It has now officially entered my top five books ever. The list now looks like this....

A TON OF BRICKS'S TOP FIVE BOOKS EVER

1. Catch-22


2. One Hundred Years of Solitude


3. One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich


4. Lonesome Dove


5. Any book by Thomas Pynchon, none of which I have read, but if someone asks, will claim to have read and really really like.

Bad Photoetry Thursday + Misc!

Okay, here's the bad photoetry.....



Now, here are some other things I've been wondering. Please give me answers if you know.

1. Is it more effective to punch someone with a jab in the nose, or is it better to really go for a full extension swinging hook right to their temple? You get more arm speed (due to the rotation) with the swinging hook, but the nose is so much more sensitive!

2. Guess what has two thumbs and isn't voting on November 7th? THIS GUY! *points to self with thumbs*

3. How come, when a bird flies into a closed sliding glass door, it's kind of funny, but when a person does it, well, I guess that's pretty funny too. Never mind.


Now, here are some books that I've read in the last month. Do you want to know what I think about them? Of course you do.

1. Traveling Mercies - Anne Lamott
   A good, if typical memoir (hard childhood, divorced parents, drugs, alcohol, kid, redemption) that is a little heavy on the similes/analogies. Yes, when used sparsely and cleverly they can be incredibly effective tools. When used in nearly every sentence, the can be incredibly annoying affectations. Still, I would recommend it.



2. The Boy in the Striped Pajamas - John Boyne
   Apparently aimed at the "young adult" audience, this book is about a 9-year-old son of a Nazi Commandant at Auschwitz (Out-with in the book). It's supposed to be a fable of sorts but it's kind of boring. The end "twist" is telegraphed from about a million miles away (that's about 40 times around the earth at the equator or about 58.5 times around the earth at the latitude of Sapporo Japan) and the lesson, or moral of the story if you want to follow the "fable" tradition is basically "the Holocaust was bad." Duh. But even though you know what's coming, it's still a good book to read on a plane or something since it's pretty short.



3. War of the Worlds (NOW A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE STARRING TOM CRUISE!) - H.G. Wells
   Uh, there's nothing to say about this except "why haven't I read this before?"



4. Choke - Chuck Palahniuk
   Romantic isn't the right word, but it's the first one that comes to mind. This book is like a police baton fight between nihilism, craziness, domestic terrorism, Jesus, NOT-Jesus, and sweetness in a used sex toy shop catering to alcoholic sex addicts. Some of it might be set in 1734, some might be set in 2556 and some might be set yesterday or the day before. There might be miracles, there might be heroes, there might be love, there might be something in it to save you. But probably not. Maybe the best of the Palahniuk books I've read.

Spurious Data Collection

Hey! Remember? That one time? When me and a bunch (read: <10) my readers wrote a bunch of questions? Well, you can read them all here! Since I've nothing better to do, let me answer them all!

1. What is worse: Going to your favorite restaurant, ordering your favorite steak only underneath the steak is a scabby band-aid. Or?
   Being electrocuted.
   
   
   
   
2. Do you like me?
   Probably.
   
   
   
3. What percent of all paper clips that you come in contact with do you unfold?
   About 80.
   




4. What are your five favorite movies? (Legally Blonde does not count)
   Raging Bull, The Bicycle Thief, Finding Nemo, Star Wars, Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion.
   
   
   
5. Have you ever left a pair of underwear in the forest?
   No
   
   
   
6. If zombies were real, would you be afraid of them?
   Yes. Because what if they lived (un-lived?) under water and every time you got on a boat they started to climb up the outside of the boat with their sucker hands? You would have nowhere to run!
   
   
   
7. How many Cold Cut Combos could you eat in a day?
   I would say three
   
   
   
8. How many times have you lost your keys in an article of clothing you are wearing?
   Maybe never. I did once lose them in a river of Lava. That soap will scour your skin right off if you are not careful.
   
   
   
9. Do you like almonds?
   Yes, yes yes, I do yes.
   
   
   
10. Does God exist?
    My sources say yes
    
    
    
11. Is there something better than pie?
    Yes, two pies.
    
    
    
12. What were/are the economic, social, and political consequences of Marbury vs. Madison?
    Too long for this post. Please see the Wikipedia article I wrote on the subject.
    
    
    
13. Age?
    26 years, 11 month. Exactly. Today.
    
    
    
14. Sex?
    M
    
    
    
15. Location?
    Smartass answer: Relative to what? Regular answer: Washington DC
    
    
    
16. In your opinion, is there always room for one more?
    Yes. Well, maybe. No.
    
    
    
17. What do you need more of?
    Time
    
    
    
18. How do you feel when you are stuck in traffic and a motorcycle drives by between the lanes?
    Like I want to open my door and have the motorcycle crash into it. I did that one time. Wait, no I didn;t.
    
    
    
19. Do you want a Cadillac Escalade?
    Yes, I would like a Cadillac Escalade. So I could burn a Cadillac Escalade.
    
    
    
20. What are your feelings regarding 25cent hot dog night?
    Along with Gutenberg's printing press and the transistor, one of the three greatest societal advancements ever.
    
    
    
21. How often do you take public transportation?
    2+ times per day.
    
    
    
22. When you were 16 did you find Monty Python hilarious? Do you find them hilarious now?
    Meh, and no.
    
    
    
23. Which is scarier: 1) As you are being put under anesthesia for a big, hairy operation, you find out that Mo, Larry, and Curly are assisting -or- 2) You are locked in a room and are forced to watch an endless loop of the same episode of Gilligan's Island?
    Neither, it's a shark riding on the back of an elephant, just trampling and eating everything they see. Wait, what was the question?
    
    
    
    
24. What is the biggest risk you are facing at this very moment?
    In the grand scheme of things, each of us are, at best, marginally significant, so to say that anything, even something that would result in my untimely death should I choose to do it, is a risk is disingenuous at best.
    
    
    
25. Can you ever have too much money?
    Yes. Even a thousand dollars worth of pennies would be to heavy to carry, thus limiting it's practicality.
    
    
    
26. Black and Blue or Black and Tan?
    Mississippi Mud Black and Tan.
    
    
    
27. Have you ever kissed a boy on the lips?
    Yes.
    
    
    
28. 
    Have you ever kissed a girl on the lips?
    Yes.
    
    
    
29. 
    If they made the movie of your life, what would the title of the movie be?
    Saving Private Ryan Texas Chainsaw Massacre Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion We'll See When We Get There.
    
    
    
30. How many camels fit on the head of a pin?
    Given that a standard map pin has a top surface area of 75 mm^2, I would have to say about 1 million very tiny camels.
    
    
    
31. Who do you like better ... Ben or Jerry?
    Dr. Benjamin Spock or Jerry Falwell? Uh, neither, dude.
    
    
    
32. How many chapters will your book have?
    42
    
    
    
33. What is your favorite color?
    That greenish blue that the Pacific Ocean is just after sunrise in the tidepools at Canon Beach.
    
    
    
34. What is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
    *puts hand to throat, swallows*
    About .2 km/h. Check back at lunch and I will estimate the velocity of a laden swallow.
    
    
    
35. How long do you have to drive continually before you start going insane?
    Once I drove from Seattle all the way to Boston (the entire span of Interstate 90, the longest Interstate in the country) without sleeping, so, uh, a long time.
    
    
    
36. Boxers or Briefs?
    Neither.
    
    
    
37. What is the most important meal of the day?
    The next one
    
    
    
38. Are you a Toys (backwards)R Us Kid?
    Not really. I grew up.
    
    
    
39. snow skiing: a great sport, or the greatest sport?
    I judge all snow skiiers based on the following anecdote: Once, in highschool, I went snowboarding with a bunch of my friends, and this one girl that went with us, her name was Rose, I wonder what ever happened to her?, anyway, it was the first time she had ever gone snowboarding, so she wasn't any good and she kept falling down. Once, she fell down and was trying to get up when a skiier came flying by and very deliberately whacked her in the head with his pole. So skiiers suck.
    
    
    
40. can you lick your elbow?
    No
    
    
    
41. did you just try to lick your elbow or did you already know that it is physically impossible to do that?
    In an act representing the futile human drive for advancement in the face of the crushing fact of our insignificance, both.
    
    
42. Will you be in my punk band?
    Sure
    
    
    
43. Even if my punk band is named POLE-DANCING HEMATOMA?
    I guess, but I think it would be bigger hit with a different name. Maybe POLE-DANCING DIFFUSE AXONAL INJURY.
    
    
    
44. Is Crisco OK?
    As far as I know. What is Criso?
    
    
    
45. How many times per minute must you remind yourself, "I am not my job"?
    Well, contrary to most people, I am not my job, my job is me and has to remind itself several times per second.
    
    
    
46. Is M. Night Shmalayan lame?
    Yeah, kinda he is.
    
    
    
47. Were you hugged enough?
    You mean just a second ago? No. Nobody hugs me at work.
    
    
    
48. Are you hugged enough?
    Yes
    
    
    
    
49. ARE YOU EVER GOING TO BE HUGGED ENOUGH?
    Maybe I should go home and just hug my family about a million billion times and then I could call it even for the rest of my life.
    
    
    
50. Why don't you own a gas mask? Seriously.
    I do, actually.
    
    
    
51. The Unitatis Redintegratio document of the Catholic Church's Second Vatican Council is desperately important because...
    I solidifies the dirty Marianists that have polluted the Vatican for 15 centuries in the same camp as the evil, miscegenating Ecumenical Church of Deceit. (www.sliceoflaodicea.com)
    
    
    
52. Eminem or not?
    Not.
    
    
    
53. If you're a white person, and you don't listen to much hip-hop, and yet you like the Beastie Boys, what the hell is wrong with you? Don't you realize that the Beastie Boys ARE ELVIS?
    I find it unkind, even a little bit uninformed to criticize people for their musical tastes. Inherent in any criticism is the self-held notion that your own musical tastes are vastly superior, which smacks of self-delusion and cultural/racial superiority. That being said, I happen to know that the Beastie Boys are NOT in fact, Elvis. There are three of them.
    
    
    
54. Are you trying to perfect as your Father in heaven is perfect? If not, whatever else could you possibly be doing with your life that is so important it could keep you from trying to be perfect as your Father is perfect?
    Yeah
    
    
    
55. How many minutes "ahead" or "behind" is your watch set for?
    One or two either way. Stupid time zones.
    
    
    
56. Where have you been?
    I've been to Hollywood, I've been to Redwood. I've been searching for a heart of gold. I found it in Burlingame, CA. I ripped it out of their chest and sold it on the gray market for $600 per ounce.
    
    
57. Name?
    Schuyler (pronounced JOHN)
    
    
58. How far away from your home town do you live and how far away would you like to live?

2,688 miles from the home I was born in to the home I live in now. And somewhat less than that for question 2.




59. In your opinion, is expensive champagne really better than cheap champagne?

Yes, but you certainly get diminishing returns about maybe $10 per bottle.



60. How sad would you be if you ran over a cat?

I did once. It appears the answer is "Not Very"


61. If you were a parasite, would you rather spend your gestational stage in the innards of a cow or the innards of a caterpillar?

Definitely a cow. Four stomachs = four times the fun!



62. How high does your volume knob go?

Well, it used to go to 10, but then it broke off and I had to re-solder it and in so doing I think I screwed up the voltage, so now I don't know how high it goes on its old 1-10 scale. The amp still just says 10.



63. Totally rad, totally rockin, or totally sick?

Totally rad. I have never said "totally sick" unless I was totally sick.



64. What do you know about the Hood of death from Psalm 23?

Is that what they call that thing from that famous Abu Gharib picture? It's in the bible? Well I'll be! Torture is the Biblical Christian thing to do then!



65. Have you ever followed an exercise regimen to strengthen your core? (include responses to all five W's in your answer)

No, I don't have a core.



66. If the only kinds of candy left on the planet were m and ms (original), reeses pieces, and skittles, which variety would be most likely to survive the ensuing struggle for survival?

I am just going to buy some of each and I will tell you later.



67. Top three power ballads?

1. I Would Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That) - Meatloaf
2. To Be With You - Mr. Big
3. Paradise City - G 'n' F'n R



68. Explain the statement "God is good." Support your position.

We can conceive of a Supreme Being and each other. Ergo, God is good.



69. You must be world champion at something. What is it?
    Smashing guitars.




70. What is the first pop, rock, or rap song you choreographed dance moves to? What was your signature move?
    I have never choreographed dance moves, unfortunately.




71. If you're in a relationship, and you and your significant other could redistribute your combined existing weight between the two of you (the girl could give 10 pounds to the guy, or vice versa, of any amount), what do you mutually decide to do?
    I'd take some weight from her. She could feel good about it and I hide it well.





72. House, or Gray's Anatomy?
    Neither, sorry.



73. Antz, or A Bug's Life?
    A Bug's Life is, objectively, 154 times better than Antz. The "z" at the end of Antz accounts for A Bug's Life being 100 times better.



74. Paris Hilton, or Nicole Richie?
    I don't know what that second one looks like, so I don't know.
    



75. Toward, or towards?
    Tuh-wahrds.



76. Loving and losing, or never loving at all?
    Loving and not losing



77. Coffee, or tea?
    Coffee
    


78. Or me?
    Huh?



79. Why the hell do people ever waste money on weddings?
    Oh there's a whole long history on that that I don't want to go into right now.

Unimaginable Fun in Chicago

Hey, did you know that Chicago is an awesome and fun city? Yeah, me neither because I had to spend my 2.79 days there either in a conference, eating dinner with people from said conference or sleeping. Well, I read some books too. And I stayed in a really dumpy hotel too. The shower curtain bar fell out of the wall, as did the towel bar. There was no toilet paper on the holder when I checked in. The paint was peeling and mildewy, and thank goodness I didn't have a black light because who knows what kind of stains I would have uncovered on the bed.

By far, the highlight of my trip was seeing the two apartment(?) buildings that are on the cover of Wilco's Yankee Hotel Foxtrot album. That was awesome. The second highlight was looking at the John Hancock building. Not going up to the top, just looking at it. It was pretty sweet. It even has a Jamba Juice on the bottom! I didn't go to said Jamba Juice store, nor have I ever been to one, but still. The third highlight was, um, eating at a ridiculously yuppified/touristy restaurant downtown called Carmine's. Well, eating wasn't that great. What was great was that the maitre d' was wearing two ties, one on top of the other. I gotta try that. The fourth highlight was when we were driving back to the crappy hotel from the nice conference hotel and we thought we were on Erie St. but were actually on Huron St.! I couldn't stop laughing.

Beating a Dead House

So we just finished this book. It was pretty good. We bought it in the Seattle airport on Tuesday morning. The airport is where we like to buy all our books about airplanes crashing. It just fits. Anyway, the book was called Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. Here is a review for you. It even has a bow on it and some expensive wrapping paper.

It is a good book.

Hm, that's too short...Shall we get all loquacious and/or pretentious? Okay.

First, let us say that there are some very disturbing parallels, well, maybe parallels is to generous a word, more like identicals between the protaganist in EL&IC and the narrator of Gunter Grass's The Tin Drum: both are named Oskar (Schell and Matzerath respectively). Both are relatively strange children who obsessively play percussion instruments among many other idiosyncracies. Maybe it's just a tribute to Grass, I don't know. Anyway, this review is boring. Long story short, the book uses all the classic modernist cliches, time jumps/mixed-up chronology, multiple narratory viewpoints, intentional misspelings, etc. Mr. Foer even throws in diagrams and pictures a la James Joyce in Finnegan's Wake (which, by the way is not a real book. It looks like a book but no one in recorded history has ever been able to finish it. Anyone that tells you that they read the whole thing is a liar, even your English professors. They are so just pretending). He uses these affectations to tell an interesting and well imagined story about a boy whose father was killed in 9/11. He also throws in a Vonnegutian (Vonnegut-esque? Vonnegutious? Vonnegut-like?) sequence about the bombing of Dresden in WWII. Blah blah blah we couldn't put it down, so now we're finished with it. Hm? Not enough literary references? Okay, well we suppose you could also compare it to the recent novel The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon in that both are written from the perspective of a precocious/disturbed child on a quest and are intentionally disorienting, probably as a reflection of the ennui/fear/overinformed/cynical/confused zeitgeist of our time. Whatever that means. We just made it up right now. Someone put us on the back of a book cover. We want to be blurbed.

Oh yeah, we also bought some CDs.

Wolfmother - Wolfmother: It sounds like Black Sabbath, the Doors, The Who, AC/DC, and the Clash went on a drunken bender and fell down six flights of stairs only to land one right on top of the other in a giant ice-cube tray and then got doused with 56 gallons of putrid, three-week old bath water. So yeah, it rules.

The French Kicks - One Time Bells: Sound like the Strokes. But the CD was only $1.99 in the used bin, so....

Van Morrison - Moondance: Into the Mystic is perhaps the best single-take song ever recorded. Perhaps.

Matador Records Thingy: Also from the used bin. It is a veritable cornucopia Jack-o-lantern (it's still October) of "popular" indie bands like Cat Power, the New Pornographers, Belle & Sebastian etc. It's not bad. We're listening to it right now infact. Our favorite is Brightblack Morning Light.


We are going to Chicago for three days next week. Look for pictures of birds. And snow.

Bad Photoetry Thursday: Eleven Giant Pipes

photo credit: loupiote at flickr

Trite and Pompous at the Same Time!

Well, so much for making cool art stuff. I found out I'm horribly obvious and heavy-handed. Oh well.

Here are my two versions of what everybody (read: 5 people) sent in. Also, thanks for sending me some cool pictures.

What does it all mean? Only everyone can know for sure!

Version 1


Version 2

B-B-B-B-Back in.....Ah, who cares.

You know, I've had a lot of disappointments in my life. Once, I reached into a box of Wheat Thins only to realize that I had already eaten them all. Another time I got two of the same McDonald's Monopoly pieces on the same soda cup. Then this other time when I thought I was going to get a million dollars, I actually got hit in the head with a cricket bat (I don't think "bat" is the right word. Cricketers probably call it a "stollie" or a "widger" or a "trollop" or something).

But nothing has been as disappointing as the response to my post from last Tuesday. Four pictures? Four pictures!? And one from someone that I've never even met? Wait, no. TWO FROM PEOPLE THAT I HAVE NEVER EVEN MET, WELL OKAY, ONE OF THEM I HAVE SEEN FROM ACROSS THE ROOM BUT I DIDN'T ACTUALLY TALK TO THEM AND THEN THEY WENT BACK TO ARIZONA. Seriously, come on people, I know there are at least three others of you that have seen the post. Throw me a bone here. It was going to be awesome and then you had to go and screw it up in the only possible way: NOT FINDING AND %$#(&^$(&#)*%$ PICTURES!

It's not so hard. Watch....
http://www.flickr.com/photos/brienapplegate/257021772/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/daskine/107393802/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/chulipichuli/62450739/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/smbne/31924853/

See? Was that so hard? It took like, three minutes to find those. You just have to type in any old search term and something will come up. Hell, there's even 71 results for "denouement!"

Can we try this again?

Mottled Graying Stars

Ha ha! Remember that one time when I tried to get a big communal art project/survey going? And remember how nobody answered it because I never posted it anywhere? Well, here it is. You can put your answers in the comment section! It's a game! For each answer, you get one point! Then you lose all your points! Nobody wins!

Anyway, here's a better idea for a communal project. This one is a poem. I wish I had thought of this first instead of my friend Kirk. I also wish I had 61 people to leave me comments. Oh well.

Anyway, here's my new idea: photos.

I am going on vacation tomorrow (if visiting family is really vacation). While I am gone, here is what I want you to do.

1. Go to flickr.com


2. Choose any photo you find that you like (actually, no nudes please, this is a family site you pervert).


3. Leave the url in the comment section.


4. Tell your friends to do the same thing.

When I get back from vacation I will look at all the photos and incorporate them into some kind of project. Then I will submit it to some art museum and we can all be famous. OR, I can just post it here and we can all think, "wouldn't it be cool if this thing blew up like Post Secret and everybody started submitting stuff to it and we started it?"

That is so not going to happen.