It’s been a while since I uploaded any photos on Flickr. And since I’ve finally been able to pull my head out of the work sandbox for the first time in three months. I thought I’d post up some of the new additions to the Polaroid Experiment and photos from my trip to Nationals Stadium in DC.
And Nationals stadium.
So obviously, I didn’t get around to posting a random thoughts last friday and I haven’t has that much time to blog. BUT what I have had time to do over the past week is to briefly unwind with some Hulu. Which is one of the huge benefits of living in the states, but the one problem with Hulu is the limited selection of Commercials.
Yes, you get the privilege of only seeing one commercial every 10 minutes, but they also happen to be the same five commercials. (Now don’t even get me started on the CWTV’s commercial plan).
So imagine watching this LSD trip of a Friskies commercial … over … and over … and over again.
Cats are fucking weird. Like seriously what kind of animal would fight through psychedelic ducks and float on a fish over a river of purple just to get to a meal of corn husks and chicken bone marrow?
On the 19th of March, I kicked off a massive 6 day road trip across this great continent with my Father In-Law and all our earthly possessions. Normally I would have blogged about the journey, but in this new age of Twitter and Facebook I thought I’d save you all that rambling babble.
So here is the entire road trip in Tweets (and one Facebook update status).
I’ll have more posts with some of the Polaroids I captured, but until I unpack the scanner this will have to do.
(I’d like to point out that it is at this point, that I started treating each city like sleazy lounge singer. Don’t ask me why I did this. I blame it on Travel Madness)
It is at this point that I’d like people to acknowledge where the hell, Wheeling West Virginia is, to understand the WTF nature of ending up in Wheeling, West Virginia look at this Google Map.
And that kids is 5 days in a U-Haul in Tweets. Sure there were other events, like off roading a 14ft U-Haul on our way to Mount Rushmore, running over the hollowed-ground of Notre Dame University, Tim Horton’s in Ohio, The $20 toll of entering Chicago and other tidbits, that I’ll talk about later.
Ah yes, the hidden American Spirits booth.
The one thing I love about SXSW is the hidden American Spirits booth on the fourth floor smoking deck. Essentially, they set-up shop every year and pass out two free cigarettes to attendees. You scan your drivers license and they give you a whole bunch of swag, in return they mail you a whole bunch of merchandise.
But being that Canadian licenses aren’t the flimsy ones they make in the states, they can’t scan our id, so the American Spirits booth essentially becomes a place to stock pile cigarettes.
This post probably won’t make a lick of sense, but run with me anyways. I spent most of my attention last week getting all my glutastic posts in line that I nearly forgot I need to write on c.t.overdrive again. P.S. I hope you enjoyed glutastic’s posts last week.
Anyways, yesterday morning my addictive reliance on Internet, Email and the World Wide Web was brutally revealed to me, as I was forced into a Monday morning without Internet connection. Because of which I was unable to read the latest news and tidbits of the world and instead had to satisfy my constant desire for information by relying on cached web pages in my Firefox browser from the week before. Which really means nothing, but it does give a reference point to explain that one of my browser tabs was logged on to Douglas Copeland’s NY Times web site blog and because of which I spent most of the morning reading every single Douglas Copeland post on that page. Including one post about Wasps and turning his most famous books into Wasps Nest, by chewing the pages in 2006.
Now, I’m not entirely sure if he actually chewed the pages himself, but it was a very interesting article. And an article by an author who I have a love hate relationship with.
See a couple of years ago I read Hey Nostradamus!! and absolutely fell in love with his work. it was brilliant, deep and intense; a really emotional read. Unfortunately, I decided to read JPod shortly after, thinking it was going to be a novel that would absolutely blow my mind, but instead left me feeling cheated and angry with Copeland. I’m not sure what it was, maybe the ridiculous nature of the story line or the way Copeland tends to ramble and misguide people in a way to get a point across. Either way it was a frustrating read and one that has left a bad taste in my mouth when it comes to Douglas Copeland’s work.
I always get excited when I hear of a new book or exhibition or interview or even a movie featuring his work, but since reading JPod, a few seconds later my mind reminds me of how frustrating that experience was.
Needless to say, his article on Wasp nests was really interesting and reignited my love affair with his work. So if you’ve got time you should read it. So in a long, convoluted and annoying way, I’ve essentially wasted your time when all I needed to say is read this posts on wasp nests.