Wayne White is a guy from Tennessee who finds shitty thriftstore reproduction paintings, and inserts his own text.
Hilarious.







All art should be this way.

I love you Molly Katzen

I mean look at her. So warm, so all knowing.

I love her cause she has changed my life with this book:


NOTICE TO ALL MY FRIENDS AND FUTURE FRIENDS:
Come over, cause I'm cookin in the kitchen.

I want go there

Me and the lovely Kerrie made a promise in November, when we were both stressing about the progress of our life's direction, that we would try instead to make it to spain this spring. And guess what, I gots my pennies saved and we're booking our ticket in a week.

We are planning on walking the trail called "El Camino De Santiago" also known more simply as the Pilgrim's Trail. It starts in Southern France (or even as far north as Paris) and works it's way across northern Spain, ending in Santiago. The trail is thousands of years old, and has been walked by many sinners and saints, king and queens. Literally. It gives me chills thinking about it. The trail is dotted about every 8 or so miles with refuges or hostels meant only for pilgrims.

What's both mysterious and beautiful about the trail, is the variety of people who walk it and the reasons they do. Some walk the trail to mourn, to prove their faith, to prove their faith in themselves, or simply to meditate on their lives with the simple act of walking for eight hours everyday.

I've been dreaming about this since high school. I can't wait.

I am guilty

So it came up today about guilty pop culture pleasures. And frankly, I've decided to come out of the closet.




ANNNNNND...


Love all that shit.
So there I said it.
Can't touch me booooooyyyyyyzz.

I think we can all learn from this guy

You're a piece of shit

From the movie "I Like Killing Flies"

Love it.

Also Ode to Alice

And the movie that got it all started in my universe:


All filmed in Tucson. Martin Scorsese too. Also delicious.