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.
