don quixote, eat your heart out

forever fighting windmills...

...sorry. Things had gotten altogether too "texty" around here. Chalk it up to more of me and my apparently infinite amount of slackage.

This break to the visual monotony, brought to you by Telegraph Avenue.

Ladies & gentlemen of la mancha, g'night!

on your knees

See the stick figure sticker on the door handle? I keep finding this guy everywhere. I first noticed him on the Thomas Circle street sign, back in September 2007:


Never really gave it much thought, other than the fact that it reminds me of some of the album art from OK Computer, so I like it.

But recently, it keeps popping up. Like out in front of the 7-11.


Radiohead resemblance aside, I don't get it.

What are you trying to tell me, stick figure man?

obey old school

It'd been an awfully long time since I'd seen an o.g. "Andre the Giant Has a Posse," and not one of the everybody-and-their-mother knock offs that have followed in its wake. While I'm more of a fan of Fairey's mixed media work, it's nice to remember his roots—especially now that he's got his Esquire cover.

As for Mad Decent, you can check it out here and here. Diplo's worth a listen. Besides, you have to love a fellow dinosaur lover.

obey omnipresence

I think one of my favorite things about living in DC is the fact that Shepard Fairey's stuff is everywhere, sometimes tucked away on the back of a street sign on a cheap black & white sticker a la Kinkos, sometimes plastered as an urban alley mural, but always there just waiting for someone to stop and take notice.

Don't ask me what's up with the "Art Rat" squirrel in Mickey Mouse ears... Gotta love a mixed metaphor.

And it's not as if I didn't notice his stuff in the other places I've lived—the East Bay is more than a little fond of its Obey Giant stickers—but the comparative volume here is somewhat overwhelming. Kind of like how Berkeley is the only place I've found Trystero muted post-horn tags. I'm sure you can find them in just about every city if you look hard enough, but strongly doubt the frequency is really comparable.



Just finished reading Born Standing Up by Steve Martin yesterday, so this one jumped out at me. It was interesting to hear about the transition from the Summer of Love to the 1970s. Given the atrocities and horror of our first national conflict for the television age, combined with the failure death of Flower Power, is it any wonder that hippies gave way to the "Me" Decade?

But it's nice to see the imagery being appropriated for today's "unwinnable war(s)."

Speaking of appropriate...


After being inundated with depressing headline after depressing headline for so long it feels like the sky was always falling, this got a good laugh out of me—albeit a bittersweet one, but hey, these days I'll take what I can get. And the irony is oh-so-delicious ("no cents," read "sense").

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I hope to one day meet Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson...

...so's I can kick him in the crotch.