I made chai ice cream for friends at work tonight. it wasn't completely done by the time we clocked out, but they took it home and we're all even better work friends* now.

(* Work friend- A person who one converses with, makes jokes with, and passes the time with who is not, outside of being clocked-in, an actual friend. You may fully enjoy each other's company, and you probably get along well, but outside the context of work you probably would never talk to each other. Ever.)

Oh, and I also traced the bones in my arm as accurately as I could remember with a sharpie on the underside of my arm.

Ad Ogni Costo by Ennio Morricone could be the sound track of my morning every morning. I mean, if every morning I woke up to fresh coffee and beautiful weather. It takes a little work to get there, but go to grooveshark.com and search Ad Ogni Costo. It's the only result and starts with some kind of bass saxophone. It's an extremely fun song, give it a chance!

I sometimes wish I still recorded the doings of each day in a journal. In the past 4 months so many wonderful things have happened. So many adventures and fun weekends and weekday nights. I don't know, i just fell out of it because it seemed to be getting super repetitive. Oh well. If nothing else I have memories f the more memorable moments and can always jot down notes from those later. Oh well. I'm sooper excited for the next 3 months. Holidays, events, nice weather, home for Thanksgiving. All kinds of things. I've been feeling real positive for the past several weeks. My life, once again, has plateaued on the better side. It always seems that it happens to be that way from October till months after. I mentioned I'm axiously anticipating being home for Thanksgiving, right?

I feel I'm deserving of a nice/creative/visually stunning display of my books. As soon as I'm out of St. Augustine that is going to be one of the first matters of business.

Radio Shows: Wolfie and Maury from this week

Radio Shows: Wolfie and Maury from this week

Check this out, it's my friend Maury's radio show broadcasting from Martha's vineyard. It's a cool set up, this station is manned by only a handful of people, all of whom have a wonderful understanding of music and an appreciation for the art of radio DJing. You can stream it on Itunes, it's worth whatever time you have to explore it. I challenge you to listen to it and not find an element you enjoy for find interesting. Definitely one of the better locally run radio stations I know of.

http://www.wvvy.org/

Stream it here: http://www.sc13.shoutcaststreaming.us:8046/

We finally have the internet in our apartment and it's so completely wonderful. If you get the chance, listen to this song, it's been on repeat for quite a while now.

This morning whole I sat outside, I saw these four birds over a course of maybe a minute and a half. I suspect it's because of all the aphids on the tree in front of our house, but needles to say I became a bird watcher almost completely involuntarily.

1. Some kind of finch.
2. A bluejay
3. A cardinal
4. What I suspected to be a woodpecker.

OH YEAH, AND I'VE RECENTLY GIVEN UP ON TRYING TO FIND MY LOST MOLESKIN AND I'M PISSED AS SHIT. Well, not so angry anymore, but there's going to be a piece of me missing for the rest of my life. I guess I better get used to it.

This is my new baby:

I'm a winner! Sweetzorz.

Sometimes certain pictures just make me want to lay type all over them. This is one.

Sometimes I just want to wander back to the coast of Washington and spend the day there wrapped in a wool blanket thinking "isn't this nice?".

Listen to the title track of Disco Inferno's latest, it's refreshing.

So I successfully made cannolis at work tonight. I deep-fried a flower taco shell (wrapped around a metal handle), let it cool, then put a dab of white chocolate and caramel inside and continued to fill it with whipped cream. Afterwards I sprinkled cinnamon on top to give it that fancy French pastry look. And you know what? They were good. Real good. I made one for everyone who was working and even a few for people who weren't. I have too much fun at work sometimes.

A few small things you need to change the world:

+ Coffee
+ A Sharpie on your person at all times
+ An Inquisitive nature
+ An understandable authority over/resistance to "No Trespassing" signs
+ An attitude which allows you to say yes more often than no.
+ An understanding of human nature in general.
+ $20 cash
+ A friend or two.

I'm listening to Alphaville's "Forever Young" on repeat. It's played through about 5 times now. Believe it or not I find it to be a decent song, especially if you take it for face value and leave behind any preconceived thoughts about it.

School has started, obviously. Things have been a little hectic but still relatively manageable, which is nice. A lot of things have been going on recently, I'll go ahead and list a few of them:

+Creating a new logo for the STAND event flagler.
+Designing a flier for the Flagler literary review.
+Designing poster/mail out for Flagler's BFA program. commissioned heyyyyyy.
+Art show at Needful Thingz on October 2nd.
+Trying to create and sumbit a poster for this.
+President of AIGA Flagler Chapter.
+And the slew of other trivial things that compose the rest of every day life.

I've been feeling pretty creative recently, I've been creating a lot whenever I find myself with access to paper and writing utensils.

I've been contemplating a tattoo recently. I think I'll wait a few months and see if I still find the idea appealing. It would be the word "NOW." on just before the bend on my left forearm, in bold rockwell typeface. The idea behind the tattoo (I guess I could write a manifesto), is that the only thing that really matters is now. Right now. The idea of living in the moment with an element of urgency. Say you're waiting to approach someone or debating whether or not to do something. The ideology is to just do it. There's no better time than right now, and all the time you spend debating whether or not to do something is void in the long run (there are exceptions, of course). So many times I have told myself "Okay, I'm counting down from 10 and when I reach zero I'm going to _________". The blank could be approach a professor, walk into a doctors office, or tell someone something of significant importance. Why is that necessary, why swim in an ocean of doubt and postpone doing something you're nervous to do when you could just do it? There's no better time than the present, the immediate present.

Twenty-two years ago, in a previous millennium, a glowing entity drifted into the world from the eternal abyss. This entity was blinding, erasing every hint of a shadow on that early morning. This being, as it were, had a reputation that preceded its existence, a history of no history, folk lore and anecdotes which materialized from the mere excitement and anticipation of it's formation and embodiment. And when this blinding light reached it's apex in the Sunday sky, when at last the towns people stood transfixed and in awe of this brilliant oracle, it's creator stepped forward and exclaimed with a voice inescapable from all the cosmos the name of his wondrous creation: HILLER GIVENS GOODSPEED.

Why exactly is the handicapped logo used here? I mean, a little audio speaker is understandable, most everyone understands that, but the wheelchair man? What?

I never posted these links, I was on a real blog once!

Appearance #1

Appearance #2

I should post more pictures. People tend to read small paragraphs when they're attached to pictures. To be honest, if I came across my own blog I probably wouldn't read anything because their are no pictures. I hope you enjoyed looking at this pretty thing, c/o the internet. Thanks, internet! I now better understand the need for pictures, there will me more pictures in future posts.

I know there are dozens of you whom check this god-forsaken "blog" daily, perhaps even twice a day (or three), to only be filled with raging disappointment after discovering that it has once again not changed since the last time you checked it. Well hark! Rejoice! I am here to update! Summer is coming to an end, and while it hasn't been the most productive summer it's my last conventional one and therefore deserves some kind of recognition.

Most of the time I was in St. Augustine, interning for Hugh Holborn and riding bikes and frequenting bars with friends. I started dating a Lovely young woman, Beca Grimm, in early June and spent a good amount of time in Jacksonville before leaving on a month long expedition to the four corners of the America. On this trip I visited Seattle, Vancouver (BC), Portland, Arizona, and parts of Utah with my mother and sisters.
After catching my breath in Magic City for a couple days I ventured to New York City, Boston, Martha's Vineyard, and back to NYC. On this trip I saw and visited such comrades and Caitlin Goodspeed! Allison Pariani! Erin Barnett! Shane Morris! G-PA and G-Spice! Becky Ryan, Sarah, and Erin Ryan! And the ever-enchanting May Oskan! This trip proved to be exciting, mind-opening, and fruitful in more ways than one.
After returning to the south east I raced to North Florida and am presently, at this very moment, seated at Carmelo's in St. Augustine. In the store's little lounge, where I've been for nearly four hours, is one of the only relatively free/cozy/almost always empty lounges in St. Augustine and definitely one of the best places to hide from August.
Overall it's been a good summer. As I said before, I personally didn't get too much done and definitely spent a lot of time wasting time, but given the context of the town I live in and taking into consideration the unexplainable increase in gravity during summer months, it was as magical as it could have been.


Things will be back in full swing soon and I'm excited to be busy with personal and obligatory matters again. I may have a gallery space for November's art walk at Needful Things, I'm bringing things in soon to see if they'll give me dem thumbs up. I'll keep you posted.*

The sky is clearing up, I may return to the real world soon.


*While the pun in this sentence was recognized before it was typed, the author asks that the reader excuse him for including it.

Sweet and Low tastes like chemicals and will ruin whatever you put it in.