Secret Still

The tones on the leaves are different today. Everything has shifted into the blue-green long colors that signal the first delicate plays of Autumn in the world. I noticed the shift in the color of the sky from the hazy, light blue of Summer to the more stark, crisp blue of Fall, but I wasn’t expecting it quite so soon. Consider me pleasantly surprised.

I am listening to The Orb’s podcast and remembering why I love Dr. Alex Patterson so much as a musician, and why I was so disappointed with his later, trance albums. Even if you make good trance music you’re still making bad trance music. This just further brings on the melancholy of Autumn through remembrances of times when I was without responsibility, finding out things about the world I never knew possible, and sharing the experiences with a group of friends that have all but vanished.

I think that this submission in The Draw is awesome.

Goddamn you Shepherd Fairey, everytime I want to find a flaw in your designs you go and get better.

I am scared to ask how much this costs, but I love it anyway.

Jason, I know you are all about your New Era Fitted Cap, but if you go look around at Supreme you’ll see that they have one with ear flaps. That’s just about the most badass you could possibly get.

There are new photos up at Nguan Photography and they’re worth checking out.

Matt, you might think this is pretty rad.

The greatest periodic table….ever.

Something else Jason might find of interest is The Cheese and Crackers Video. I said goddamn so much the word lost its meaning.

Gone Fishin’

There are very few jobs where Debbie Gibson can be heard dully through a concrete wall accompanied by the sounds of laughter. Very few jobs without g-strings anyway.

I am completely hooked on The West Wing. I have a feeling that it’s the sort of show I will get a couple of seasons into and then they will make some major change in writers or cast or both that will make me hate it. Ya know, like when Elmo became hot shit and Snuffalupagus faded away. Like a fucking sloth would ever be that interesting, kids. Don’t delude yourselves.

I just swore at children. It’s no wonder my dog just licks my feet constantly. I am surrounded by perversion of my own making.

Ready? Ok.

Josh Keyes has come from anonymity in my world to being in my top ten. Way to go, guy I will probably never know.

In the fickle list I’m building in my head of great web-design I have definitely reserved a spot for Jonathan Yuen.

Fecal Face, for all your fecal needs.

I tried to convince The Girl of Strand MFG’s lifestyle and clothing superiority only to have her retort with Cardboard Robot. Touche, girlfriend, I, too have an uncle.

When not auditioning Stephen Kelleher designs as Frankenstyles. Way to go, dude. Maybe you should think about leaving stagecraft to people with no real talent. Seems to me like you’ve already struck oil. That link brought to you by me looking over Matt’s shoulder.

Everything I’m wearing smells like detergent. Not in a bad way, either.

My hand hurts too much. I think I chipped a knuckle.

I went to a creek and caught salamanders even though I was specifically not to remove any flora or fauna. I know for sure that one of them is dead already, but the fate of the others remains to be seen. If they die I guess I’ll have to build a tiny memorial for them, maybe with a lighter as an eternal flame. I’ll give them the Rick James epitaph: Cocaine is a helluva drug.

Speaking of addled deceased celebrities, The Crocodile Hunter died recently. Ironically he was killed by a stingray and not a crocodile. I almost capitalized stingray, but that would mean he got run over by a badass car, and there’s nothing funny about that. Unless a crocodile was driving.

Speaking of scaly carnivores that terrorize the poor, Paris Hilton has had a wonderful prank pulled on her by this century’s greatest artist so far: Banksy. You can read about it here. See the pictures of it here. And watch how it was done here. Some people really understand comedy.

And Speaking of recording artists who should stop making albums, Bob Dylan has just come out with a new one that is both lackluster and over-hyped. There is a video for the single “When the Deal Goes Down” starring Scarlett Johansson that is great. Great enought that I forgot there was music, but also because the music is crap.

And speaking of great things that overshadow current crap, you should all check out Strand Manufacturing who are both awesome people and awesome makers of clothing. When I go to Cali I’m gonna try to rip with them for a minute. Tight.

And speaking of tight, My Name is Melvin.

Speaking of names, my name is The Cheshire Cat because I’m bout to disappear. Holla back, wanderers.