I’m trying to get in the habit of taking more photos lately, specifically of typography. So here’s what I’ve found this week so far.
Archangels are quite zealous of their Ts and Ls.
Apparently one smoking tailgater disagreed.
Well ok, since you asked so nicely.
Found this cool sign inside a hotel on Miami Beach last night.
Alternatively, I also found this Wordz tag inside a pizzeria a few hours later.
‘Twas an interesting night for the letter Z.
I don’t know how to begin this entry. I’ll start with “whoooooa that was awesome”. Let me continue by thanking all the people who accompanied me on this trip. The 11 other people who made up The Denver Dozen (in no particular order): WutDatEyu, Brown, SoSorry, Hotdog, La Sueca, Olgita, Dopey, Trixy, Luigi, ChavÃn, and Fleckles. Of course, I also want to thank my professors and dean: Elemento, YouseGuys, and the honorable Maggy Cuesta (I’ll leave you alone, since you sign the checks). Thank you all! You made this trip unbelievably fun, hilarious, and memorable. I’m afraid the rest of the post is full of inside jokes. But you can try to figure them out if you like!
I realize we have a policy of “What Happens in Denver, Stays in Denver”, but there are a few moments worth noting:
- Faces getting scribbled on while sleeping.
- Crowds chanting “o-KAY!” on the dance floor.
- Snoring through a speech.
- Limited edition Ed Fella prints.
- Falling in love over 10 times.
- Free pancake room service.
- Getting locked out of a session.
- Snowboarding on the Texas airport metro mover.
- Jumping on the beds.
- Jumping on the sidewalks.
- 3 flavors of Hatorade.
- Meeting the founder of KidRobot.
- Finding out that guy didn’t really steal my pen.
- Taking over the Sketch Wall – Miami Style.
- Breakdance competitions.
- “That’s a ladies drink.”
- No spanish music!?
- Lame Kerning jokes.
- Command X making women cry.
- Foot massages.
- Hot wings are really hot – who knew?
- Twenty dollars on chocolate.
- The yellow suitcase.
I’m sure if I take the time to think a little longer, I could fill this page up even more. But I get the feeling most people have already stopped reading by this point. Click the picture below for my collection of photos of the trip. Note: the photos are randomized. Also, use your left/right arrow keys to scroll through the photos. I hope they make you smile.
Well I did it. I took the
plunge. Everything seems so clear now. Life is one beautiful aqua-button after another now. My brother is in no small danger of converting, too. I spent my entire evening yesterday playing with the video conferencing feature on iChat. Below are a few screen shots of my friends chatting it up with me. Old friends reunited, and new potential friendships were made as well. Ever played Hide-And-Seek on iChat? We have. It’s pretty entertaining.
Now I’ve got to install some of the cool programs I use at work. And I need to find someone to buy my old PC parts, including 2 monitors. I’ll post the specs later.
Who knew the little wizard lived in Tampa? I did. I knew he lived in Tampa.
On an unrelated note, I’ve begun eating tuna, thanks to the help of Cristy’s trusty can-opener.
About 2 years ago I went on a road trip with some college students to Gainesville for a seminar. One of our nights up north we decided to go to the local barbecue joint where they happened to have karaoke. Everything was going swell for a long time. Our group was getting rounds of applause for our performances. One hot bartender woman even held up a sign while I was singing that said “I want you!”
Enter Lurch. Yep, Lurch was his name. I thought it was a name confined to creatures from the Adam’s family but apparently that’s not the case. This drunk hillbilly came on stage and ruined every song. I suppose that’s not too big a deal, a guy ruining karaoke with a poor voice. But that’s not the bad part. When we were leaving, he approached one of our vans filled with students and started mumbling a bunch of nonsense about a bet his boys had made him. Apparently they dared Lurch to use some kind of canned fart spray in the van. My friends asked him nicely to not do it but he went ahead and did it anyways. And that’s what happen when you sing karaoke with the devil. He farts in your car. It’s a good thing I was in another car. In fact, I remember laughing at the victims. Good times.
Note: the photo above was not Photoshopped. That’s pure drunken evil in his eyes.
Here’s a picture of my dad next to his prized possession, his gigantic papayas. Normally I’d be a little uncomfortable if someone said something about my dad’s humongous papayas, but I feel its only appropriate now.This is only one of a good dozen that grew in our backyard. Our dogs must have made some magical manure back there. I thought it was ironic that my dad was wearing a San Antonio shirt, seeing how my dad’s name is Antonio. It’s like he was born to take this picture. The other irony is that people in Texas love them some papayas. Crazy crazy world.
