Brooklyn Shuffle

This city sings me from my sleep sometimes....


Be gentle...its my first time (editing, that is). Feedback is highly encouraged.

And just to be extra generous since you've been so kind as to watch my little film, a gift...

Lord, Have Mercy

I have a certain fixation with Jesus freaks and religious wingnuts of all sorts. Its not that I dont understand, I do. We all are forever looking for a thread to tie all this chaos together. For a blanket statement to wrap around our shoulders when this wind howl reality is busy goosbumping the skin.



What I dont understand is some of the hatred that fuels the words and the passion. Why is it in order to find our own way, the need exists to bomb the bridges of our fellow journeymen?

Democratic National Convention, Boston July 2004

The youngman carrying that sign couldnt be a day over 13. Do I blame his family for instating the seeds of hatred or do I wonder why he hasnt questioned his own intentions. This group stood within the bounds of the "free speech zone" (a small caged off area outside the Fleet Center during the convention. We can discuss the irony of that some other time), and boomed into the mic upon the podium speaking of things such as the democratic partys gay affiliations and how homosexuality (and they were not so polite in their terminology) is responsible for 9-11 and the shuttle crash. Scared yet? About a year later I saw a spokeswoman for this organization on a cable news network defending these beliefs and disclaiming notions of hate speech. Their website is GodHatesFags.com....if you use the word hate in your title doesnt it seem absurd to deny your intentions?

Bonnaroo 2005-Manchester, Tennessee

I dont think any of these men are burning in hell. But I think Jesus might be mad at this guy for being such a lazy christian. Jesus didnt have a wheel you blaspheme!

The Jesus of my mind wears his thorns in his throat...
My Savior
And just cause I like it...
Bagels and Bananas

Ingenuity in the age of Soundbites

Its good to see that the bond between creativity and drug use has remained a strong and vibrant union. We can play the game of chicken and egg or we can celebrate those who took the time and effort, and perhaps should have thought through security glitches a bit more.

In July of this year a man in Austin, Texas had 17 cookies of crack cocaine seized from his possesion (along with another 10 grams of crack). And yes, you read correctly, I said cookie of crack. Here, have a look...

Granted, he got busted, but it was for providing a false ID to the police. One should wonder how many of these cracky snacks made their way through to the local bodegas and 7-11....or something like that. Its no cocaine based plastic, ala Traffic, but impressive packaging at the very least.

Now as for the issue of transport, on Friday a homemade submarine was busted off of Costa Rica's Pacific coast packed with 3 TONS of cocaine. Thats alot of weight to be pushing, especially when you are 4 guys in a fifty foot wood and fiberglass submarine breathing through plastic pipes. I want one, minus the 3 tons of cocaine, which I imagine is what slowed down the vehicle to a 7MPH crawl. As of yet there are no photos available, instead have a look at this far more impressive but incomplete 100 foot vessel found in a Columbian warehouse in 2000 (Russian documents left beside it)


My favorite is now and will likely remain this elaborate underground grow-room. Equipped with a secret hydraulic door through the garage and led 50 yards into the ground, with living quarters and the ability to yield a harvest every 60 days. The escape route was a second hydraulic door that opened up via a rock.

As impressive and covert as this all is, they must've missed a few steps otherwise you wouldn't be reading about it.

Now what I want to know is: why is it that the only things the stoners I know make are sandwiches and beats? Holler at me if you want to get together and solder some old cans into a submarine, we dont even have to smuggle anything. Lets just see how far into the open water we can go.....

In honor of all those failed pirates, here's a little something for all of you: Booty!

First and Foremost

I say alot of things. Some of them make sense.
I take alot of pictures. Some of them are worth sharing.
I make no promises in regards to content, context, or concepts.

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