I painted my first oil painting. First painting ever, actually, and I was so terrified that I almost cried in the middle of class. Luckily, I got the fuck over myself enough to paint something and it’s not even terrible. It was a strange, awesome day so far, my best boy is back in town, and now dinner with my momma and our fellas.
Just: yes.
Fungus from a million years ago. It’s funny, because this image brings me back to precisely where I was when I took this image. It was a weird place.
The restaurant-cafe which has completely absorbed my life for the last few months has passed health inspection and we open tomorrow. If you live in Philly, please come visit us for delicious coffee drinks!
This is what I do with my life. I love it more than anything — coffee has brought me the most amazing people and experiences, not the least of which is the current task of opening Odd Fellows Cafe. Click the image for the article on our new joint. Don’t stalk me, but feel free to visit if you’re a local. Any day now…
There is a lot of rain. It could be snow though, and I’m very glad that it’s not. I am awaiting my chariot, the Big Medicine, the Great White Buffalo of conversion vans — good god, it just occurred to me that the van’s name is wildly appropriative. I will have to call it something else in my head from now on. But at any rate, we’re off to Harrisonburg for one night of punk rocking. I’m bringing both of my cameras, a sketchbook, markers, a sleeping bag, and a change of clothes. No toothbrush, or make-up, but definitely deodorant. I feel vaguely anxious about the whole thing for a reason I can’t yet discern. My feelings that “something bad is going to happen” sometimes cause something bad to happen, so instead I’m going to daydream that Henry Rollins will show up to surprise the guys in Buck Gooter and prove, once and for all, that he is their biggest fan. I hope he’s nice to me when we meet. The last time I went to Harrisonburg — and yes, there was a last time, which is odd in and of itself — it was to meet the man who’d later assist in destroying my self-worth and trust of humanity. I’ve got both things back, to some degree, but it’s weird, isn’t it, how things come full circle?
