7.1.09
Moving On (to www.crowjonah.com)
17.10.08
Graphs
Gorgeous, right? Some other people made Lee's stuff available to the everyday last.fm user, and you can check that out here: http://lastgraph3.aeracode.org/
Oh, and by the way, I found all of this out because some Epson ads ON last.fm janked lastgraph's functionality. Hope they got payed!
5.8.08
48HR Film Project - Seeds
And it turned out pretty great, if I may say so myself.
If you're in Denver you should come to the premiere and probably vote for our film (if, of course, you feel morally comfortable doing so.)
It's at the Gothic Theater on Sunday the 10th, 4pm.
Check www.hanost.com
14.5.08
Funny
22.4.08
Christmas Presents
My uncle(/brother) and I were at a loss as to how to generate numerous cost effective yet thoughtful gifts for loved ones when we settled on the idea of silkscreening our faces onto t-shirts (and a pillow.) (The action went down in the basement on Christmas Eve.)
Here's the grandpa representin':
6.2.08
8.2 Miles
78/436
Speckled spackle freckles, space travel with an apple, an orange eyed heckler rests his case from a milk crate pulpit, “I rather prefer grovestand.” The small brown dots on your face look like the sort of place a spider I once knew chose to lay her eggs, blobs, like peeled seedless grapes, purple not green, but with at least eight hairy legs and no vertebrate. These whereabouts are vague, but look not to a graveyard as a landmark.
77/425
A pair of cemeteries marks the bounds of our game, with stairs to the east and a bay that slowly stretches sideways to invade the parade ground. I can barely hear the sound of my stream start and stop over nearby construction, which may well cause my reluctance. Instructed to keep moving by the breeze, the time, the trees and other things I begin to see where money lives and lies with thieves. The bane of civilization.
69/412
Fashion a mansion from a mountain of bricks and expensive seclusion, where solely roots intrude, where wind rings truest, and traditional trails sprawl more than down trodden. Two leashed Great Danes restrained from showing my unwelcome on Private,
67/434
We had seen these streets in different cities through distant eyes but at the same time. Belligerence teems, pitilessly, belittling everything it seems we came to stand by. Even the curbs breathe suburban, the peace punctuated by remodeling yearns for the gritty churning of honest earning, shoddies, and trials. Trade fair weather fiends for judge jury and exhibitionist only to find that, unfortunately, there’s no voyeur here.
16.12.07
hello, my name is Compulsive Saver!
The pinky to pointer-ctrl + 's'-movement may very well be my quickest reflex. It's pretty beautiful that my hand fits the keyboard so perfectly as to allow for the essentially twitch like motion of saving to be repeated at an average of a little under once per line.
Oh, and don't ask about the way in which I choose to register my software.