a follow up to my previous post. saw this the other day, not sure who the artist is but the nail was driven deep into the wood by one well placed drop to the head.
So I’ve been without Facebook for 5 days and it feels great. My goal is to connect with my friends more personally and with more effort than a wall post or a message.
I know I’ll be back eventually, its a great way to stay connected with a broader group of friends, acquaintances and the world…but for now I am enjoying a lack of my peers narcissism, as well as my own ; )
Front and Back covers for 2AM Special's 2nd release, Headphone House Party available soon via Beat Port and iTunes.
Artwork by yours truly <3
I was at home when when i did some sort of test on my cell phone only to find that my signal was being intercepted. My calls were being screened and everyone at my house was acting very strange. I was worried but I had to leave and go work on a photography gig I had arranged.
All of a sudden I’m on location, heading towards my gig.
I turn a corner and notice government military vehicles all over the streets. The military unloads spent fuel rods into the road…poison gas immediately started spreading through the street as people ran and scattered in all directions…as i was running, all of a sudden gravity shifted and people started getting sucked down the street…i was crawling, gripping the pavement…eventually i narrowly found refuge in the frame of a loading dock…i was being pulled against the wall like the graviton ride at an amusement park…after gravity leveled out, I was sobbing, horrified at what was going to happen next…i reluctantly continued into the warehouse where i was to meet a film crew to photograph their set…to my surprise, an old friend from high school was there to meet me..I followed him into a room where a group of young people were sitting around a table…soon after sitting down i realized i had been tricked…this was a memory repression group and i was told i couldn’t leave…the leader left the room for a minute so i made a run for it…everyone started screaming that i was getting away…all of a sudden once i was outside i had no pants on, i was running down the street with my clothes in my arms…being chased by people on motorcycles with tasers…i manage to escape to my car in the parking lot, where i hear my friend from high school talking about the make and model of my car and that he would bring me back…i manage to escape to my apartment, but he was outside circling my block…I awake.
shit was fucking VIVID and SCARY…kind of cool though at the same time, because it felt so real.
I had to write it down so I wouldn’t forget. Lucid dreams are nuts.
Its been a long time since I’ve posted anything here, but I have been a busy man!
I just started my new position as Promotions Designer at M. Shanken Communications; the publisher of Food Arts, Wine Spectator, Cigar Aficionado, Market Watch and Impact Magazine(s).
It’s so nice to be back in New York City every day, just a few blocks from my dorm at School of Visual Arts, where I was drinking St. Ides while eating beans with a ruler between 2006 and 2009 (that really happened, more than once).
Its even nicer to have moved on from the aggravating, deprived environment that was my last job.
Currently I am getting acclimated to my new routine, while also working on several small freelance endeavors which I will get around to posting soon.