I've been working on a project for nearly 12 hours (minus travel time, meals, and "Heroes") and I need a fuckin break.

I want to talk about music. I want to talk about Halloween. I really want to talk about the Kerouac poetry I've been reading. I want to talk about design, photo projects, x-acto knives, ladybugs, jobs, secrets, love love love, love, Samantha P. Scott and Sarah Fuller, blue eyebrows, and my brother's gig.

Instead I'm going to post a few pictures from my phone in a visual round-up of my life lately. School is sucking my creativity dry.


That, my friends, is Boba Fett, made completely of Legos. Geek out.


That is Sonny Thompson. A living legend, playing in a dive bar in Navarre, Minnesota, with my awesome roommate (the blurry drummer). There was also an amazing bar fight that night involving a very old, very drunk man. (That's unrelated.)


That is my brother playing in a bar that's Frankie's-meets-Stoney Creek. That's the best analogy I could come up with. Dive, dive, Frankie's-type nasty bar, but... they've got stuffed wildlife everywhere, including a cougar. No lies. Also, there's a band called Old Yeller that I like very much. Just sayin'.


And finally, my landlords have gone all out for Halloween. This... thing... went up on the balcony sometime on Saturday, and I'm still not used to it. It scares the crap out of me at least twice a day, seeing as I live on the floor it inhabits. As I come home from school, I see it up on the balcony and freak for just a second. I enter the building and go up the stairs, put the key in the door, look to the left, see it standing on the balcony and freak for another second. It gets me EVERY time.

Four pictures cannot accurately capture my life in Minneapolis, but I'll try to do better soon. I'm very tired and I still have quite a bit of work ahead of me this evening. Bickety-bam, I'm an artist, I guess.

Love.