From last year’s naturalization ceremony at Monticello. (sans GWB)
hankins
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OMG (thx brad)
(Disclamer: I’m in the middle of cleaning out old hard drives.)
Here’s a banner ad I made during my days of webdev at CircuitCity.com. If you don’t get the reference, you’re too young to be using teh intarnet. Go read about Mahir or Super Greg or something.
We expected something more.
One of the most disappointing aspects of being a connector in the Gladwellian sense is being surrounded by leeches who don’t return the fucking favor.
“SARATOGA SPRINGS — A 19-year-old man dressed as a penis was arrested for disturbing a high school graduation today at the Saratoga Performing Arts Center. Calvin Morett of 337 Pyramid Pine Estates allegedly interrupted the Saratoga Springs High School graduation by marching across SPAC’s stage in an inflatable 6-foot penis costume while diplomas were being given out, Saratoga Springs Police Sgt. Sean Briscoe said.
Morett purchased the full-body costume and sprayed parts of the 5,000 people in the crowd with Silly String, Briscoe said.”
“OH MY GOD, THIS ISN’T SILLY STRING!”
eddie murphy’s giant head on the interstate (via ahhhitshayley)
When I was thirteen I’d lock myself in my room with the family record player and listen to my parent’s old Carlin albums until I’d destroy the needle and have to save up my lunch money to replace it. I was fascinated with his ability to connect with me despite my young age and my not knowing anything about what the hell he was talking about. Even though I was often clueless about the context, I knew his words were important and I revered the material for its authenticity. I listened to his insights because I knew they would come in handy someday, and I’d store his social research and wisdom in my brain for when I’d need clarification or guidance. His stories formed several chapters of the how-to guide I used to help navigate adolescence, and I’m still teasing new insight from them two decades later.
I had the chance to see him perform a handful of times and I squandered each one of them. That’ll weigh on me for a while.
Happy Midsommarafton. I’ll be spending Midsommardagen photographing a wedding and dreaming of Sverige.
