Os Mutantes

Estes-soda-al-all-eeh-shanda!? Es-pes-deeh-ollie-ollie-ala-shownda!? Es-pes-a-dilla-ali-ali-and-a show-ha?! Is-pez-a-filla-filla-ali-gumda!? S.S.-a-dila-illi-thunda!? Estes-a-soda-al-a-all-eeh-shanda!? Trying very hard to sing along while dancing. Good thing no one is around.

Charcoal Sketch

It has been a while since I used charcoal, so my goal was to work quickly and not worry about accuracy. I think I got most of the cobwebs out. Better things to come...

Germany Part Three

If you know my good pal Trey Reis, you might know he makes some stellar tunes. If you know me, you probably know I have too much time on my hands, ergo: music video. (I'm still working on parts of it. I'll update when it's finished. Listen on headphones; for some reason speakers aren't picking up parts of the song.)

Portland Panda Preservation & Procreation Project

Dillies is a Bar about a block away from where I used to live. Hardly anyone goes there so it’s a nice place to drink without being disturbed. If you sit by the window facing New Seasons (a chain of well-kempt grocery stores in and around Portland), you can watch as hundreds of well-dressed, attractive people rummage for groceries with miniaturized, streamlined shopping carts. If you drink enough alcohol, it’s enough to make you throw up.

I sat by that window for an entire day once. When New Seasons closed, I just picked up my drink and migrated to the back room, where they keep the barely functional piano, extra tables, and stacked up analog televisions: This is where I met the guy who got me addicted and arrested, the guy who, probably, saved my life. I think his name was Bill. He was very Chinese. He was dressed as a Panda. We fell asleep. A garbage truck woke us up.