Thursday, January 3, 2013


It's awful for me to kick a dead horse but the ghost of Steve Jobs has been on my mind as a biographer is making the publicity circuit espousing the genius of Jobs. It's a representation of how far we have withdrawn into confusion and Orwellian doublespeak for someone to look at an Apple computer and think "Simple". I want to punch them in the face and say, "Love" and defend myself by saying that punching someone in the face is basically a variation of hugging them. Ok. OK. I'm the asshole.

That's Entertainment

The Yamaha Baby Grand is so ridiculously nice to play that I wanted to record this song on it for future reference.

Jarritos Buckle #2

!Que Buenos Son!

The first buckle attempt resulted in evidence that my brain is decaying invisibly as I arranged the bottle caps upside down when worn how I usually wear a belt. I tried to put the belt on backwards and while that fixed the orientation of the caps I still felt like an idiot. So, I had to wait 4 months until I had a moment of peace to really apply myself to my chosen calling. This was an improvement but I can't pretend it looks pretty. Try to make something out of bottle caps and you'll know quickly what your standards are. For the record, I drank dozens of Jarritos soda to make this buckle.

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