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22
Nov 08

Garnet Speaker Cabinet

Images for Garnet Speaker Cabinet ebay auction.


16
Nov 08

The Death of the Hundred Year Old Chair

Our apartment is very small.
This chair is very large.
The leg fell off.
The cats had destroyed the fabric.
All the same, we thought someone would want it.
Forgetting Veterans’ Day, we put the chair out Thursday night.
No pick-up Friday.
No pick-up Saturday.
Snow on Saturday.
Snow on Sunday.
Monday?

From colinhelb.com pictures

29
Oct 08

Spring Gish Film Series Preview

Discover Simple, Private Sharing at Drop.io


7
Oct 08

What Would Rollie Fingers Do?

Rollie has his own website too: http://rolliefingerssportsblog.com


6
Oct 08

A Return to Reality

The mini tour ended on extreme high notes. Due in part to the hospitality of Soundlab in Buffalo, we were able to leave our equipment in the space over night and pack up leisurely in the morning. So, following our breakfast, during which Mike ran into an old friend randomly on the street (a member of the newly-reformed Earth Crisis), we headed over to Soundlab to pack and prep for our drive. It was a nice quick drive.

We did an early, all-electronic show at Bella Dubby (their coffee is fantastic and the muffin I ate was pretty spectacular as well). Afterwards, we high-tailed it over to The Language Foundry, a pretty amazing non-profit poetry, art, and music, collective run by a guy named Joseph. The show went well, the poetry was wonderful and delivered without pretension, the soup prepared by Jose was inspirational*, and the evening seemed to be endless.

The Language Foundry is a great example of a young and working non-profit. Joseph makes his own books, is really interested in creating an active dialogue between Cleveland and other “forgotten cities” such as New Orleans, and really knows how to make traveling musicians, artists, and writers feel welcome.

* Jose’s soup inspired me to make my own day-long-cooking vat of bean soup (pictured above) in celebration of the autumnal weather outside and as a rather tasty tool of procrastination.

Tomorrow, I work…