Challenge: Take a picture once a day, every day, for 365 days. I will be doing this through Instagram and my iPhone4. I’m hoping to publish this into a photo book in a year’s time, which will include haikus that will act as the photo’s commentary. Wanna do it too? Photojojo has some groovy guidelines you might find inspiring.
I’d never had Huckleberry Lemonade until the Buffalo Wild Wings in my area started carrying it. I’m a fan.
One of the players in our White Wolf game used to live in Singapore, and has a vast collection of these neat little asian knick knacks. The World of Darkness games require D10s, and she happens to have chinese D10s.
The boy got a godzilla clock from a flea market. The alarm doesn’t ring: it roars.
The boy has a thing for ghosts, so ouija is a logical correlation.
The boy’s tools of the trade.
My brother’s family came into town for Tony’s funeral. We went out for japanese and beer afterwards and got to know eachother better. Tony’s brother and i had a very similar mindset growing up. We were military children: the new kid at a new school once a year. There are two ways to handle such a lifestyle. My little sister used her fist: she would basically tell everyone to back the hell off by throwing a desk at the first guy to screw with her. The other way was my method: To infiltrate and manipulate. Tony’s brother put it brilliantly: “We learned who to keep to keep behind us and who to keep in front of us. You, Sako, are the type to keep in front.”
( sat 03.10.12)
There’s a delightful speakeasy-style old school cigar bar in Old Town that i’d grown quite fond of. I don’t suspect i’ll be making many trips there.
You can check out some other weeks too: Week One …