Hot today. Best stay in the shade.
JJ offers up free digital ep, High Summer.
Bikini? Are you certain, ‘cuz those bottoms sure look like grannie panties to me.
Sometimes, songs have to grow on me. Pangea, ‘Love & Alcohol’. CFCF, ‘Exercise #3 (Building)’.
Time to turn the meter off. Dmitry’s Last Ride.
Art + jazz. Giant Steps.
Revisits: LondonDreamers. Humans of New York. Rui Palha. Elliott Erwitt. David Maisel.
“…I was basically a huge chicken. A huge, angry, carnivorous chicken the size of Optimus Prime. I’m OK with this.” Sue the T-rex
Ed Romanoff’s St. Vincent de Paul took me back. Some years ago, with the help of technology, I set about to find my biological mother. I believe I did. Sure, plenty of folks share the same name, but the same history and geography? What are the odds? Unfortunately, it turned out the woman in question had passed away almost two years earlier in Texas. With her passing, my brother was forever lost as well, having never known his name. Life goes on, of course. Always has, always will.