Artifacts from Red Dwarf, Godzilla, Star Wars, dragon lore, a giant germ, and a penguin carved out of rock by Eskimos (go figure). Oh, also that’s a signed print by Charles Bragg on the wall – though it doesn’t actually belong to me, it’s on a kind of long term loan.
I’ve rediscovered my fountain pens. Smoother than even gel pens, they feel better in the hands because they’re heavy and of substance. Plus they’re just darn retro-cool.
Rendering. It’s like photography from another dimension. I think I like it.
There is an infinite amount of nothing (there is far more nothing than there is something).
I have no idea what this means, but it makes me snicker.
This is from a showing of the Vagina Monologues in Dallas a few years back.
This is how trucks made little trucks, or pickups.
What’s behind Door Number Three?
My old apartment in Maysville, Iowa. I always thought it looked kind of creepy.
Iron beer! Make you … strong!
Taken with the tiny camera on my old Sony Clie PDA.
Parked outside the office back when I worked at HP.
