Thanksgiving.
Mother and dog.
Portrait of the artist reflected in an airport column before the boarding of a plane.
Sunrise train to New York.
Luggage/leggage on the train.
Everybody has opinions: I have them, you have them. And we are all told from the moment we open our eyes, that everyone is entitled to his or her opinion. Well, that’s horsepuckey, of course. We are not entitled to our opinions; we are entitled to our informed opinions. Without research, without background, without understanding, it’s nothing. It’s just bibble-babble. It’s like a fart in a wind tunnel, folks. — Harlan Ellison (via Andy)
Got a little distracted, decided to design a new newsletter. Enjoy!
I need to somehow get paid for nude semi-creepy antics. — Yaldabaoth
It is a dream of mine to one day own a space suit complete with reflective visor as illustrated here. I promise to only use it for good (or for absurdity).Atlantic Crewmen Mike Foreman and Randy Bresnik (reflected).
“Gmail is caffeine pills: Great for a quick pick me up to stimulate productivity, but ultimately leaves you exhausted and relying on it.” (thanks Andy!)
Breathless (via yaldabaoth and ffffound)
Okay. I’m done with the iPhone photo-blogging for a while. It’s really easy to take and upload photos when on the road, especially when visiting landmarks and museums. D.C. is absolutely rife with them.
I’m heading down south for Thanksgiving (Jackson, Mississippi what what) and expect to have plenty of free time for the usual sorts of tumbling (tumblring? tumblmagic?). With luck there will be some photo-worthy moments too.