Olivia Coelho Mugshot

By now, you must know that I'm a friend and fan of Olivia Coelho
it's not a secret either that Olivia Coelho (and my pal Trisha Rhomberg) own Bows & Arrows which is, and I'm not kidding, sicker than a dog!
(does that work?)
The store is run with such love, and good good gooodness, that it's hard not to fall in love with being there.


Anyway,
this is my dear dear pal Olivia's mugshot.
I swore not to tell what she was arrested for, but you're free to guess.

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Math does not overcome trauma

I took these at a party this weekend
the finger game is not nearly as traumatic as it sounds.

Dentelaire, Le 18 Brumaire 217

more trick photography
taken the other night
at 25th & O
1am

camera settings were
25 seconds
ISO 800
f/22

more to come

I can't believe I didn't think of this before

fuck
I wish I had thought of this a long time ago.
I read that the proponents of proposition 8 (making same-sex marriage illegal in California) were advertising in the millions every week on google.
insane.
what they pay for -- ahem, what the Mormon Church pays for is called a click through, where you do a search (example "California Proposition 8", "gay marriage" or "prop 8") and click on their ad.

The yellow links below are ads -- and they pay (up to $5 per click according to some reports) for you to click on them.
The white links are called "organic" results -- results that are there because they're actually relevant, not because they paid.




(see below)
(click on this, because it's too small to see otherwise)


I think you can see where I'm going with this.
don't click on the organic results for the "YES" people, because that will boost their relevance.


To read more about it, click here
(it's the wiki page, so it's unbiased)

Finally, here is a list of intolerant Mormon assholes that donated money to this hateful piece of discrimination.
Mormons, in my experience have been the nicest, most tolerant and loving people, by the way. We should be careful to distinguish between the religion itself and the assholes that donated to this.


long live love.

ride to the polls

I'm not doing anything tomorrow but voting, and watching the polls.
(and, the UEFA Champions' League match between PSV and Marseille)

If you need a ride to the polls, I'll gladly take you.
I know some of you are registered far away.
call me or email me.
I'd be happy to help.
ferreal.

Jerboa

My old pal Jeremy was a creep for halloween
(I made him worse)

Scorsonère, Le 8 Brumaire, 217

-- o(s) of course.
not --o.
(as in plural)
photos of the day

take a mission (fixed)

ok everyone
calm down
clam down
I fixed the link
breathe easy.

take a mission

Found Kiss

daily found photo
(I'll do more don't worry)


Here is a rare photo of KISS as little kids.







(there's this too)

take a mission

Here's a little present for you.
Imagine it's 1999
and my (now) 12 year old sister is 4

I was recording an album that never turned into anything, and like any little sister, Anna wanted to help, so we recorded a song together.

(she sang of course)
what sounds like little kid talk is actually (apparently) real lyrics.
the song (according to Anna) is called "take a mission"


take a mission.m4a

Mixtape (present)

Hi again.

Remember how I told you I've been listening to Philip Glass' Opening over and over?


I made you a mixtape.
now you can too.

p.s.
I made you another one too, but that one is for later.

Government Mind Control Experiment pt.II

The US Government is trying to get into my thoughts and control my mind via my camera, as I showed you in a previous post.
The mail came pouring in, most of you asking for proof.
Here is the proof.
(don't worry, I won't let them into my brain)



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Thanks Portland

My good good (x 1,000) pals and I were in Portland for this show.

I saw some good (x 1,000) pals that were already in Portland.
I had fun.
Here is proof.

(Ali & Whitney)

(Rafter = Pissed that there are only 4 chips)

(thumbs up, Mt. Shasta)

(Olivia in the nest looking aggrivated)

(a bum washing our windows (don't worry, we didn't give him any change, they do it for free in Oregon))

(g.m.f.)

(proud Matt with some free coffee he scored laying someones' lawn)

(Olivia giving a thumb to the chicken)

(Portland vegan BLT, aka PVBLT)

(us)

(Hostile Tapeover)

(Tim & Whitney)

(Sara, Ali, Oli)

(us)

(show)

(seriously the best photo I've ever taken, look carefully)

thought control experiments

This is what happens when you're trying to take a normal picture, and the military fucks with your camera in one of their top-secret laser beam/mind reading/thought control experiments.
At first I thought my camera was broken, so I was pissed at those fuckers.
Ferreal

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Alphabet Trucks

People are often looking for something good to stare at on the road.
Photographer Eric Tabuchi has the right idea.
here's his site at www.erictabuchi.fr.

2008 US Movie Box Office Charts

this makes me smile


2008 US Movie Box Office Charts (Visualized by Zach Beane)

Eliazer Mug Shot

Eliazer is another pal from my Guadeloupian silkscreen summer (GSS for short).
Eliazer comes from Santo Domingo.
Eliazer barely speaks French, and doesn't speak any English at all.
In fact, I taught him to count to 20 in English, and he always skipped 12 (which is not a really important number anyway, so who cares, right?)

He taught me how to dance Salsa, but I was awful.
I can't dance salsa to save my life
I'm not kidding

Eliazer can though.


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Willy Mug Shot

This is my good pal, and fellow Guadeloupian silkscreener, Willy.
Willy likes to tell stories about sex.
really funny sex stories

remind me and I'll tell you

Anyway, when not talking, thinking about, or having sex, Willy is golden


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Pineapple Bomber

in the spirit of my favorite food blog I've decided to post a recipe.
careful, it tastes like god's tears, but there's enough alcohol inside to start a shitty night club.

this drink was featured on the inside cover of my favorite record
(a cookie goes out to those that know which album this is)

Pineapple Bomber
1x Southern Comfort
1x Amaretto almond liqueur
1x Spiced Rum (dark rum)
6x pineapple juice
a little splash of grenadine

iPod Battle

as you can see, Corine and I are going to fuck shit up as team St.Ofle next Saturday.

if you don't come, you may not be forgiven.

Jer Punk

(this is Jeremy and I this afternoon at my house)


My good friend Jeremy fancies himself as a prankster.
If I had a dime for every time Jeremy has punk'd me, I'd have a lot of dimes.
So I decided to fuck with him where it counts

You see, where Jeremy works, parking is a problem.
Jeremy has to leave work every few hours to move his car, and even then still he gets a lot of parking tickets.

One day while walking downtown a few months ago, I found a piece of gold.
It was an (empty) parking ticket envelope, the kind he's used to seeing on his car once or twice every month.
I knew right away what to do with it.

As you can see, I've publically dared him to punk me back, and I'll let you know if he does.

Self Mugshot (out of the fire)

the sun was in my eyes, so you can't see the fire in them.
all criminals have fire in their eyes

don't believe me?
look

actual news

ok
I admit it
I just wanted you to read this
there is no actual news
except that I'm back to life
back in Sacramento
back in black
and back to the future

I'll be writing a lot more often, but first the past has to catch up to me, which means that you'll see a bit of Guadeloupe first.

Corine Mugshot II (thank you rum expert)

A lesson to us all that behind that cute smile beats the heart of one of Guadeloupe's most notorious criminals.
more proof perhaps that you can't judge a book by its' cover.

Punk'd

Last night, I got a call in the early evening.
typically, I'd be at school, but I was home from school, so it was a coincidence that I was able to answer.

The call was from "Nick" from SoundlessArt.com, a Seattle publication celebrating art for the hearing impaired.

Interesting.
so "Nick", being hearing impaired, was using an IP Relay service, or TDD device, in which "Nick" types, and an operator relays the message to me, and types back my responses to "Nick".

"Nick" seems to know a lot about me, and has some pretty interesting questions to ask, and it was a bit strange giving an interview with such a clumsy means of communication.

You're also probably wondering why I keep putting "Nick"'s name in quotes.
Well -- go to the soundless art site and read the article.

I got punk'd hard.

Buy a Mystery Note

If you know me like you say you know me, you'll know that my most hated things are;
Thomas Kinkade
Marco Materazzi
Freedom
Money
and Snakes with Human-Teeth

Alas, I'm a realist (isn't that hilarious? everyone thinks they're a realist) and I suppose I need money to support my (art) habit.

I'm offering my Mystery Note Services for a fee.
$20 buys you the following;

1. Mystery Note delivered to anyone you choose
2. Photographic proof
3. Complete anonymity
4. Your choice of message*

What I need from you;

1. $20 (lesser donations are accepted, if you're broke)
2. Location of your victim's house/car (you can also choose a stranger)
3. A note, or message for your victim (you can also have me create one)
4. a rough idea of this person's schedule

*=Messages can be anything you want, no matter how imoral, as long as I don't get beat up, or thrown in jail for delivering it (i.e. no death threats, but I don't mind telling your boss he smells like shit)

Also;
I'll only wait around for them to come back & get the note for so long.
Time is money, you know?
In all cases you'll have photos of me delivering the note, but I may not be able to see them read the note.




click the button below to buy.

St. Richard

I'm not Catholic
(I think I should repeat it, just so you're sure)
I'm not Catholic
But I've always thought it was funny --- the idea of canonization.
It's such a strange idea.
I won't go on and on about how I'm not religious (although I'm not religious) because that's not the point.

The point is that today is St.Richard's day.
That's right

And being Richard St.Ofle, I feel a bit obliged to celebrate.
Though, I'm really not sure what to do.
ideas?

(I was thinking about sending him a Mystery Note, but I don't' know where he's parked.)

Rabies

Something terrible happened on my way to work this morning.
So this story starts on a beautiful spring morning like any other (today).

I'm walking to work, and a few blocks away from work, a stray dog (I don't know dog-types, but it was big and looked mean as hell) ran across the intersection, almost got hit by a car, and started attacking a little kid that was with his mom while they were crossing the street.

I ran over to help him (the kid, not the dog, by the way), and when I'm almost there, the dog lunges at me and bit the shit out of me! I kicked it off, and started to run, but it bit me again, and then ran off into the street, AND GOT HIT BY A CAR AND KILLED! I felt so guilty (and not guilty at the same time).

I was totally terrified, and the kid's mom offered to drive me to the hospital.
OK
so we get to the emergency room, and I was a little worried, because this dog was acting ca-razy and obviously had something wrong with it.
When I got to the emergency room (I was bleeding pretty bad) they gave me 12 stitches in my leg, and a rabies test, which (as you can imagine) was a bit embarrassing to ask for.

They printed out my results, which can be seen here
along with a few pictures of the ordeal

First Recording of a Human Voice

Thanks to my pal Matt Ferro (of the incredible Sacramento band Bright Light Fever) for this article.

It has nothing to do with anything, but I thought it was interesting.
Researchers found the first ever recording of a human voice (made in 1860). It's a woman (or child) singing "Au Clair de la Lune" (of course the invention was a French one -- c'mon!)

read the article here

or
listen