we know what we're familiar with

I can't help but be in love with every great idea I come across.
I can't help but be totally involved in my minds wandering.

Is it wrong to be obsessed with being hopeful?
I just can't wait for that thin blanket of haze in my life to pass.

Love was made like a ship at bay... never to see waves
We'll probably all crash anyway

Think pretensiously, act locally.

So I came to a hazy conclusion today; Hipsters are single handedly keeping kids off the streets, and they don't even know they're doing it...

...It is as easy as going out and shopping for clothes (which we all know isn't too hard for the "terminally hip.")

Think of all the Goodwill's across the country seeing an upsurge of bearded socialites and heroin chic fashionistas stalking the racks for their barhopping ensembles. The catch, unbeknownest to them, is that a large proceed of their purchases goes towards the employment training of many a thousand disadvantaged men and women.

Next time you see a panhandler taken off the streets and made into a model citizen you have a scenesters to thank.
Think of all the gingerly torn mom jeans bought.
All the granny babushka's made into neck scarves.
All the fanny packs starving to be the next big trend.
Remember all those blood drive t-shirts and kids soccer jersey's you dontated?
They now have PBR stains on them and smell like American Spirits.

Tip of the hat to the guy who makes my coffee and the girl who does whatever it is that female hipsters do these days. (is it photography?...i seriously have no clue.)

Now lets work on picking up your beer cans and cutting that hair!

Coming soon!

As many of you may already know, Maurice Sendak's "Where the Wild Things Are" is being made into a live action movie. Directed by your highness Spike Jonze and featuring a beautifully redone version of The Arcade Fire's "Wake Up."

Now I'm not one to build hype, but this is setting itself up to be epic.

For all of those who haven't seen the trailer yet:



...But I think it is overshadowing the real star this year; based off another beloved children's book:


Because everyone poops...

Tons of fun!

It Ain't That Serious. from open bicycle on Vimeo.

I lol'd
This is how track bike videos should be made, with a sense of humor.

Go ride your bike!

Wineos ahoy!

I should build one of these for my mom.
Pfft... yea right

Amazing design and engineering.

MACAFRAMA DRAMA FOR YOUR MAMA!

The hype machine known as Macaframa is coming to the DVDs!


Sometime this May I believe.
Legit.

There is no such thing as a dead star...

SAVE POLAROID!

I've reinstated my love for these insta-joy slivers of life and you should too.

You know you'll miss em' when they're gone.

Hateraide!

"Stop the Hate and just Ride your Bike."

Said very nicely.
Pick one up HERE!

Sexy..kinda

As I'm thumbing through one of my favorite periodicals I read an amazing excerpt that embodies my version of the teenage sexual endeavor almost completely.

Please Read.

"Hooking up" was a term known in the year 2000 to almost every American child over the age of nine, but to only a relatively small percentage of their parents, who, even if they heard it, thought it was being used in the old sense of "meeting" someone. Among the children, hooking up was always a sexual experience, but the nature and extent of what they did could vary widely. Back in the twentieth century, American girls had used baseball terminology. "First base" referred to embracing and kissing; "second base" referred to groping and fondling and deep, or "French," kissing, commonly known as "heavy petting"; "third base" referred to fellatio, usually known in polite conversation by the ambiguous term "oral sex"; and "home plate" meant conception-mode intercourse, known familiarly as "going all the way." In the year 2000, in the era of hooking up, "first base" meant deep kissing ("tonsil hockey"), groping, and fondling; "second base" meant oral sex; "third base" meant going all the way; and "home plate" meant learning each other's names.
-From Hooking Up by Tom Wolfe

...and remember, it's only funny cause it is 100% true.

Noisey noise

If you know anything about me, then you know I'm a horrible guitar player, but somehow I managed to bullshit musicianship.

Take a gander if you're bored.
It's a lot of jumbled messiness and editing tricks.
Names or Knives

Sam Miller is a mad man!

Holding it down properly!

His talent is only surpassed by his legacy.

Inland empire.

Inland from the pacific. I swear on a quiet night i can hear the waves hit the rocks of the shore. The Puget Sound echoes miles in to the hearts of many, even those who have yet to meet her.

I've reached Washington state; Spokane to be exact. Miles from where I've ever imagined I'd wash ashore. I sit at a window and try my best to comprehend the power of water and the weight of the flood that crashes down on all things below it. Millions of gallons of blue make a brilliant cloud of white. Generating enough power for a years worth of blog babel for online personalities (including myself.)
So when will it stop?
When is the hydro-revolution?
Where is the eco-revolt I was promised?

As we grow less involved and more despondent we take advantage of all things life giving. Providing generations with nourishment and love we still turn our backs on the unintentional selflessness of flowing water. (sorry, my hippies showing)
But just as the water turns turbines and trees grow regardless of economic status; we still strive for dominance over all things natural, including the forgotten nature of human emotion.

The northwest has a healing sensation, you can feel it when you wake up to the Canadian jet stream blowing the weathered branches of the Ponderosa outside you're bedroom window. Yet to some its maddening. Near inches from wilderness and solace yet the six-pill-a-day diets are all too common.

I just hope someone can wake up tomorrow and take advantage of the medicinal environment that we are so lucky to be gifted. Throw away the orange bottles and pick up a trail guide or a bicycle.

Any who, My rant is over.
Someone knit me a hat... I lost mine today.