this is probly one of the coolest things i own. its a REAL DIED IN THE WOOL banner thingy about 50+ years old that i picked up in a swap meet in hungary for about 30 bucks. good place for junk. but anyways, yeah it says some messed up stuff in some weird language im taking for russian, but i dont know. its all greek to me. and of course the greeks say its all chinese to them. the picture features a rocket on its right border, a grain harvester on the bottom, a train/rail system (crossing a dam powed plant) in the middle and the crane i assume to be construction... all demonstrating the powers of the socialist government body reform...

this ones dedicated to one Mateo De La Baya.... RIP.

if you google "define venturi" you get "a fitting or device that consists of a tube constricted in the middle and flared on both ends. A fluid's velocity will increase and a fluid's pressure will decrease while passing through the construction. "

this is good and bad.

the first image is my paper aeroplane, crashed, on the ground, 6 floors below my room. it was developed based on a model that my grandfather (an aeronautical engineer fro lockheed martin, who worked on Apollo 13) tought me about balast and stability. apparently it didnt work under my specifical conditions. i threwed it and it didnt werked. the problems where that i was throwing against the draft.

but sometimes, venturi works. when, you might ask? well, a bong would be a good example. this is a random image of a girl (found from image googling "bong") using a bong and demonstrating how venturi works to our colletive advantage. in laymans terms (as thats all i understand) its basically about pressure through a defined region, so that when contrained beyond the prior definition, to accomodate lack in width, throughput is increased. the same volume is transmitted but with more force and less diameter. thats why if your hot, open two windows in your house, then stand in a key door betwixt the two, then feel the difference if you step a foot forewards or backwards to prove venturi's theorum.

so yeah, my dear friend stine is moving away and i am sad. my dear friend catarine has allready left me and i am also sad for her. this means that if i am to see these people, my new good friends, i must go to a land i have never seen, accross a water dark and deep, voyage beyond where the sun emerges and see all that is... THAT IS????? DENMARK! yeah thats wher they live, although actually they specifically live in some place called something like "kopenhahn" but us english speaking 1st world folk call it "copenhagen." yeah. they make tobacco and good design there. and blondes and cold winters to, but thats the gods' fault, so they cant take the credit.

anyways, she gave this, a bottle of REAL LEGITIMATE non-Anheiser-Busch Budwieser Beer, to me. you may think, WOW that looks like the real Budwieser, only its the other way arround. this one has been brewed under this name in the same place for like 800 years. suddenly you realize A-B stole that s*** and now youre the one whose duped. now the real Budvar brewed Budweiser ("Water from Budvar" or "Bud - Water") is internationally poised to take on the megalomaniacal Seaworld owning company, and suing their ass-off's.

yeah...

i was having beers with stine, and she decided that a nice diagram might explain how i am related to my scotish relatives, based on an email from my father. we then expanded it to include my known family, with my imput, and then we input that into illustrator to make it a nice illustration of our family tree. yeah. its nice. check it out.

i was just needing a guitar so i discovered that in central theres this music selling area that sells music stuff, like guitars. so i talked with some dudes on frinight, then came back the next day and checked out all the places, but the other places JUST sold les pauls and strats and the dudes that worked there didnt even give me the time of day (save some semi-polite grunts aimed in my general direction), and so with ease i went back to the first shop which was very nice and i played all their used guitars, and ended up with what i think is a good halfway point between cheap and quality; a Jackson JDR-94.


its about 12 years old, and its got lots of "character-" scratches, worn edges, dents and the ever-important belt buckle wear. its nice.

i thought a bathroom would be a sexy backdrop for the photo shoot. the guitar features: locking nut and floyd rose tremelo bridge, h-s-h pickups, reverse headstock, black paint job, 24 frets, SUPER low action and dots on one side of the fretboard.

NAMES IT AFTER HIS FAVORITE PART.

Originally sent to Sarah via Email: you remember that group that i listened to periodically (i think mostly prior to you, but im sure they popped up now and then) called lightning bolt? the group that tyler didnt like? so i was wandering arround tottenham court road checking out the guitar shops (very cool) and then heading to foyles book shop (perhaps cooler- 5 floors of non-corporate shelved books) and in the jazz music store that is housed within foyles' i picked up 'the wire' only to find a 3 or 4 page (and cover) article espousing lightning bolts fantastic upsides. when i just saw the cover i started laughing so loud that i bought it on the spot and read it for the next 3 hours. from foyles' i walked down this awesome little street that was like music alley or some shit, and i was feeling the need for the drink and the food, so i stopped over at "12 bar club" (a reference to the standard structure of blues) and asked if i could just get a pint here. apparently it was a 5 £ cover, but they guy was nice and siad 'yeah just a pint is fine' but then i got two and then i discovered that they sold food, so i then went back and paid cover, then went and ordered the bartender recomeneded "cheese burger and chips" while his assistant tried to convince me to touch her stomach. dont get that part either, but it happened. so then i went back to the front room (where i had been perched for the prior 2 pints) when i heard someone closer to the stage bearing room (a separate, off into the back area) go "hey lets sit in the back room so we can hear" the bands that were to be playing tonight. so i ate my burger, swept up my deeply engrossing magazine, and moved to the back room that looked like a snap shot from amber, kilowatt or delirium, save for the fucked up teeth, low class accent and periodic 17 yo walking about trying to act as if they blent in, but was still just comming out of that awkward 'im pimply faced and weirdly shaped' faze of young adulthood where your pubes start popping out and your balls drop. yeah, lots of funny sideways girly hats, long greasy hair, TIGHT black pants and ripped t shirts. as for me, i had TIGHT black pants, greasy short hair, a sideways manly hat (complete with its original little red feather thingy), leather wrist band and watch on same wrist, and i was reading... all while in a busy club. combine with stupidly fake blonde bleach job and NO one (even the most rockiest of rockers) gave me more than a "sorry mate" or a "pardon me mate." although actually the assistant girl did make conversation about 3 times, and it occured to me what she was probly thinking, but she was wearing a visor and that just ruined the whole thing. so then i got tired of the magazine, and went into the performance hall. first "band" that i saw was this headless zombie woman making obnoxious noises with her guitar, while her drummer kicked ass behind her, and then later was this 3 person group with a violinist (who curiously was reading her music live the whole time, as the other two clearly played rehearsed tunes) a females singer songwriter in lead (similar to the last band, if you could call her that much) and a "i just got back from the hill of deep canada" hat and playing a bass above the 12th fret effectively making him a guitar player playing bass but with the high end turned way low- giving it that wam bubly paul mccartney feel). they were pretty good. like that friend of a friends band that you actually enjoy supporting. but then i was supposed to meet up with flatmate jason so i bailded cuz i needed to put more money into my cell phone pay as you go plan, but then when i did he was not picking up, so i gave up and came home. points of the story: tyler doesnt like lightning bolt. tyler likes the wire alot. the wire likes lightning bolt (and their dvd that i had, called "the power of salad and milkshakes" referencing their dietary habits on the road during tour). i find this seeming incongruity just lovely. then i quickly thumbed through the magazine and saw the other acts that have graced (and in this case distressed) their cover- (relatively more) pop acts like le tigre, jef jux and radiohead. not that any of these groups are particularly bad (i/ve like/d them all here and there) or that the wire doesnt cover (relatively more) pop acts. but i do hold the wire to a higher degree and seeing that they do have these pop-esque people leaves me to question their sanctity.

so a few days ago our course had a "dress as a brand" event, where i came as a stupid american, dan came as a batman in his later "bacardi employed" years, james brown came as some old semen.

when i was in budapest, i saw a nice "above" peice displayed below a now defunkt aeroflot sign. above is a graff artist, and aeroflot is the russian airlines. the link is to an interview at cowndozen.com and has a few of his arrows shown in context. i like him, he is different.

speaking of different i checked out banksy's book a few days ago. its a really nice book, and it has lots of pictures, and some of his 'in-jest' statements (like the back-cover quote from the Metropolitan Police that says "There is absolutely no way we are going to give you a quote for the cover of your book.") are truelly jestfull, but mostly? it sucks.

hes got really good ideas for bridging the urban arts of culture jamming and graffiti- and some of them so bright, he should really focus on them- but then you combine those with poorly thought out "theory" quotes, and it becomes some kid doing publicity stunts. (go ahead and google him. hes the guy who altered the content in the ny museums, he just did a show in london, he has a book in mass publication, he just designed the cover of the new blur album and he likes the word 'brandalism'.)

i saw this cute asian girl in class with one of these a few weeks back and i never knew where she got it, assuming it came from one of those Japanese Devils. Japanese Devils is a slang term for Ingenius Japanese Designer, usually used during jealous rage with the subtext being "why didnt i think of that!?!?!" so i asked her and she said "oh i got it at WH Smith" which is just some generic store like Savons or something.

its just a tablet of paper.

but its a tablet of paper with infinitly rotateable contents that never gets creased all wierd because it was in your backpack that you fell asleep on during the busride home.




the hinge is just a button sized T track, bent into a circle.

so in the interest of staying up to date, i upgraded to 1.5 assuming all the banter was at least somewhat on point. although i had no serious problems, i was not happy with what i have come to expect as solid page rendering from the mozilla operation. intead, i got strangely condensed hyperlinks and no icon display for my bookmark bar (i really missed that part). so i spent the better part of 5 minutes struggling to find a legacy version (1.0.7).

thank goodness for ftp .
(http://releases.mozilla.org/pub/mozilla.org/firefox/releases/1.0.7
/mac/en-GB/Firefox%201.0.7.dmg)