You look ridiculous. Come get ridiculous.
I know everybody has a place to be on Halloween, but it always ends early too early, doesn’t it? Come anytime after midnight and we’ll keep it going til the late night. Last year’s party was so much fun I can’t help but try and and repeat the success. And you are all invited! And service workers: just because you couldn’t get Halloween off doesn’t mean you missed all the good parties — we’ll be waiting for you.
Some of the highlights:
- It’s not a basement. It’s a dance dungeon.
- DJ Par will be spinning again
- Look a fool in @itswendylou’s Photo Booth of Horrors
- Purple Jesus will save you.
- Drink up! (Donations accepted.)
Facebook much? RSVP why don’t you.
I made the flyer, and I made a map too.
1920 Asheville Parade on Patton Ave.
I was really excited to find this photo on Shorpy, one of my favorite blogs. (Shorpy is a GREAT blog — I even got my grandparents to read it, and now they check it everyday.) What’s really neat is that my office downtown is almost right here. If the soldiers marched another 1/2 block down Patton from where I believe they were photographed, they would pass next to Pritchard Park and below my window. Were I alive then, would I be in the crowd, hanging from the windows, or maybe in the uniform? Where would you be?
Thanks to the recently enabled Google Street View of Asheville, I think I can pinpoint where the photographer was. Check out what I have and offer your own opinion.
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Typography-map-prank trifecta complete! I wish this place really existed. Sigh. I suppose I should go back to studying for my Anthroplogy test tomorrow.
Courtesy the incredibly good Strange Maps.
So, I’m going to Mississippi right now to deliver my friend and his Victrola to visit a wealthy, beautiful sculptor in her Victorian mansion. I’ll be back Monday I think.
If you had asked me whether the world needed this, I would have given you the wrong answer.
Behold:
I would like to take this cartographer out for milk & cookies.
It was 5am, and I was about to fall asleep in the bed of a ’77 Chevy pick-up. For a few minutes I was content to look up and watch the stars spin. But instead, I convinced everyone to go to the Waffle House. Five miles, a hamburger, double plate hashbrowns scattered-covered-and-smothered, and one sunrise later, we made it back.
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If only my bad habits were as sporadic as my blogging.
Since I last updated, many changes have transpired. Foremost among them is moving to Asheville. Yes, the prodigal loser returns to Asheville, sans the constructive parable for the rest of you. Of course. I’m taking College Algebra (again! Saves on textbooks), Literature Based Research, American Music and Conceptual Physics (which prompted my grandfather to ask, “Isn’t that when a man and a woman…”). I love being in school. It gives me more satisfaction for living per hour than any other activity I do. Hmm. SL per H. Perhaps I should measure more of my life like that.
I also started a new job today, with Sensible City. I’m the online media intern. Basically, I write a lot of e-mails and figure out ways to use the web to promote environmental events. The one I’m working on now is the Eco City World Summit 2008. I know a first day isn’t much, but I like it a lot so far.
This past weekend was POPAsheville and I had a blast. To put it briefly: 2 Nights, 3 Venues, 1 Bus, 34 Bands, $15. Wow. So, I parked in downtown Asheville and went to Stella Blue. Saw Ruby Slippers. Good live, but electronic music like that is often better recorded, and I’d love to hear what they sound like on vinyl. Her voice was lovely though. Think Fiona Apple if she was a soprano and not an alto. Then I took the bus to the Grey Eagle and saw Future Islands. Had heard their name before and had no idea what to expect, but was really impressed. Crap yes! More please! Then I went to see Laura Reed and Deep Pocket at the just-opened Rocket Club, and they was great too. The Rocket Club is in West Asheville, so I made a phone call and arranged to stay at C.‘s house which was walking distance from there. Well this was fine and good but the next day I wake up (sore from lying on wood floor all night) and have to walk back to downtown Asheville to get back to my car. So I bundled up (-7° C ambient, –15° C windchill) and headed down to Sunny Point Café and had some great huevos rancheros, and many cups of strong black coffee. Then bought some RayBans and a 3-pack of black gloves. I only passed one person on the way back to town, and as chance would have it he needed a pair of gloves. So I gave him a pair. I bet he felt pretty lucky to be given a pair of gloves on the coldest day of the year. Below you can see my path.
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It’s really great to live in a town with such youthful culture. Leaving Tryon seems like a better idea everyday.
