Monday, September 12, 2005

letter to misprint


I wrote a letter to "misprint." This is the censored version.

Saturday, September 03, 2005

RAD


Michael and I recently rode our bikes from San Antone to Austin. Went down some nice old country roads. Met psycho militant caffeine addicts. Got yelled at. Got whistled at. Got honked at. Hot day. Cooled off in Comal and Blanco rivers. RAD.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

In n Out burger



Jordan had been craving In N OUt burger all during our L.A. tour. We stopped at one on the way out of town. The food had a soporific effect.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Monday, August 22, 2005

Disturbing



Is it just me, or are pinatas shaped like children just a little disturbing?

Sunday, August 21, 2005

"The White Whale"






SOUND team's van, "The White Whale," is a beautiful, smelly vehicle. I decided to honor her with a painted mural on her stern.

I didn't do the painting. Greg Jones, sign painter mucho famous-o del Hotel San Jose, did her up. I struck a deal with ole Greg-- I dug a ditch for him, he painted the van. He also made me a large salad.


I broke my back on the East Texas red clay for 8 hours digging a roadside ditch while Greg hand painted the graphic from my computer design.
Greg Jones-- brilliant man. A magician if I've ever seen one. Or, uh, wait. Not a magician, a painter.

It is.

S.W.A.K. = random clearinghouse. Collections of paintings, pictures, poems, paeans, puns. To be collected and bound and placed high on bookshelves, sometime in a musty future. As more content arrives, the blog may take a clearer shape. Revelations will ensue.


And I will finally answer that oft-heard question "Who moved my cheese?"