Time.

I got off work today at 5:00pm, went home for a couple of slices of cheese and a beer, and then headed over to a "client's" house. She wasn't there when I showed up, so I checked inside, and her dog flew out the door. I spent the next two and a half hours trying to lure him back inside. I finally got him with a bag of Ghardettos. I can't in good conscience charge the client $45 for my time. 2 1/2 hours wasted. Flushed. Gone. Time is money. There are 365 days in a year, and 24 hours a day, at a rate of $18.00 an hour, that comes out to $157,680/year, about $50,000 less than the average annual income of an anesthesiologist, and roughly 3 times the median family income in Idaho. If I work 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, until I am 73.90 years old (average life expectancy of a white male from Idaho), I will earn approximately $8,183,592, which is just silly. If I only worked 8 hours a day, I would earn $52,560/year. If I took the weekends off, I would make, $37,440/year. Assuming I did take the weekends off, and only worked 8 hours a day, never took a day off, and never got a raise, and didn't have to pay taxes, I would have $720/week to spend on whatever. Of course I will have to pay taxes, so that comes out to more like $612/week, and I probably need to buy about $50 worth of food a week at least, so I would really only have about $562. If I spent around $450/month in rent, I'd have $449.50 left. After a $40/month cell-phone bill, I'd have $439.50. If I spend $20/week on gas, I still have $419.50. That's $62 a day to spend on anything! What will I spend it on?!!!!!!!!!
Well, for starters, car insurance, at roughly $100/month at the very least, considering my speeding record. I could also buy some health insurance (national average: $250/month)! What fun! Oh, and $62.50/month for my student loan. With all that I'd have $269.50/month left over. At least enough for 6 lottery tickets, 3 handles of Jim Beam, one catastrophic injury, child support, and a gym membership. No movies though. Not enough money for movies.

Austin, TX

I am back from Austin. Many, many things happened. I took pictures of an amateur boxing match in an abandoned warehouse, Duncan's bloody face and house, a crate full of hundreds of live/cooked crawdads, a 12+ft. tall cardboard robot confronting a spaceship, a real Italian dinner, a raft Will and I made out of bamboo, a cross-armed lady standing in front of the capital building with a package that said "Watergate evidences for International U.N. Case", a 6-person human pyramid, a tiny dog kissing a giant dog, two girls dancing with a barking dog...

I left my camera on the seat next to me in the Delta terminal in Austin, TX. I am very unhappy with myself on this count.




The girl from Delta Baggage Services in the Boise airport was of no help. Her name is N*****e. She must have seen my driver's license though, because she looked me up on MySpace the next day. Unsettling. Unhelpful. Friendship denied.

I have a friend.

I have this friend Katie Garonzik. She definately deserves mention on account of her charm, good looks, and generally positive mojo. She looks sorta like this:

She is fond of unicorns, rock n' roll, and serialized TV melodrama.

Pralines and cream.

This ice-cream is not sustainable.

Beauty today.

On my knee, today, beauty seems to be a little black bubble with cartoon ears, mystically detached and violently indifferent.

Möbius Blob

I was hangin' out with my dear friend Katie Garonzik, cutting stips of blue taper's paint into Möbius strips, we thought up all kindsa ideas like: tiny strips, big strips, a Möbius skateboard ramp, the Möbius bracelet.


Now, I'm trying to build a 3-dimensional object out of thin strips of ripped down 2x4, using a Möbius strip as a starting point. It is proving difficult.





Also, a pair of House Sparrows are nesting in this broom on my back porch right now.

The Boobytraps play at the Rhizome

I'm going to see Duncan Malashock and Will Slack's band The Boobytraps play in Austin, TX next Friday night at some place called the Rhizome. Duncan was pleased that I had decided to make the trip, so he asked me to put together a potential flyer. This is my favorite sketch so far. It sorta looks like Pooby Traps, but some white-out would fix that.