my how time flies

It's been over a month since I've shared anything with you...
hm.
where to start?

how about with this guy?
something about this picture really speaks to me.
sometimes I wish I could cover my body in words and pictures and words that make pictures.


you know, in some societies the tattoos on ones face are used to tell you who they are, what they do, if they are respected within the tribe, which tribe they are from, etc.

Imagine if outside of personal representation, there was something else, something permanent, marking you as what you are for the world at large to read upon your face.

would it be liberating, or inhibiting?



_____



if you are interested in tats, here is a link to an artist, Kai Smart, who has a large online portfolio with some interesting pieces. Some of them are unimpressive, but a few are pretty spectacular. I particularly like the jellies.


__

oh, and just for my amusement, I saved this photo to share. 

This is quite the hat, i must say...


i still can't decide if I think it's hilarious or if it just somehow kind of grosses me out...


thoughts?


____

oh, so I checked out a deadmau5 video last week, and it cracks me up every time.
Deadmau5 - Ghosts n Stuff

I mention this because I heard them for the first time in a while during a nighttime outing, if you will, while in LA.


 speaking of LA...


___


Soooo I went to LA last week for several days. I was attending a conference called CNBAM. It was waaaay too much fun. I've been debating posting a few pictures. Maybe if I can get the flickr thing going, I'll have a small slideshow.
stay tuned for details.


____

ALSO...

90.5 fm & HD-1 Columbia
-or-
www.wusc.sc.edu

muggle-friendly radio.
with these sexy hosts.
mondays 12-2 pm.
you know you want to :)

4:48 a.m.

This is the second day in a row I've showered between 4 and 5 a.m.





jinkies.

However, I am having lunch tomorrow with the haydenator. schweeeet.

awkward.

first dates are always awkward.
So is forgetting someones name.

Just dont forget the name on the first date.
that's too much.



seriously.

Happy Valentines Day

I must have you!

Then wear the golf hat, if that will move her;
if you can bounce high, bounce for her too,
'Till she cry "Lover, gold-hatted high-bouncing lover,
I must have you!
-Thomas Parke D'Invilliers

Then I wandered down to the beach and sprawled on the sand.
Most of the big shore places were closed now and there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of a ferryboat across the sound. And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors' eyes - a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby's house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.
And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled under the night.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.... and one fine morning ----
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
(italics and emphasis added)

Read this book.
Seriously.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves...

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.




that picture was too good not to share.
and damn I love that poem,
my dad used to recite it to me before bed when I was a kid.
I pretty much know the whole thing by heart.
<3

blurb.

There are 82 bands playing at Waka as of the last update.
this means I spent $1.66 per show.
woot woot.
Widespread Panic is the new headliner. I saw them a few years ago at the township. I'm excited to see them again. This will also be my fourth Rebelution show. 4x exciting. Maybe this time I'll get to meet them. We'll see.
Just checked out the activities page. There's a costume contest friday, and morning yoga each day before the festival begins. That sounds nice.
Maybe I'll be up in time for that.

AH.
also, Groundation will be at the Pour House in Charleston on wednesday. I may be hitting that up.


In other news:
the CNBAM conference which I am attending in LA, is the last weekend in March. I'm starting to get really excited about it. Oh the joys of travel.