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Given the fertile ground offered by the Star Wars universe, one might expect that making a good Star Wars game would be a simple task. While there have been a few diamonds amongst the rough, many attempts to make a game worthy of the orginal Trilogy have largely been met with disappointing results. That is, […]
This Fall TV season has thus far shown some fairly promising offerings from the big hitters. CBS definitely has a monopoly on my weekday evenings with shows like The Unit, Smith, Jericho, The Amazing Race, and Survivor. Their new comedy, The Class has been mildly entertaining, but nothing that I’m willing to fully commit to […]
I spy…
One could go so far as to say that the Xbox Live service is in large part to thank for the success of the Xbox. Through tireless efforts, Microsoft put together a stable, user-friendly network for console gamers to come together. Despite the nay-saying of some Nintendo execs who attempted to suggest that gamers […]
For those who don’t know, I’ve done a couple of pieces on my buddy Tonchi’s(a.k.a. GAS134) incredible work as an urban artist. Well, he’s now putting his work towards helping the city of Missoula, Montana get their own skatepark. So you can head here and bid on a custom deck designed by GAS134 himself.
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As I was driving home after work yesterday listening to NPR, I caught an interview with Wade Schuman, frontman for the unusual musical troupe known as Hazmat Modine. As I listened to Wade wax poetic on the origins and influences of Hazmat Modine, I was immediately intrigued. This curiosity was only piqued by the snippets […]
So, Tonchi dropped me an email over the weekend. This time he shared a couple of his bigger pieces. These grace the California Street Bridge in Missoula, Montana. Once again, the man has utterly floored me with his artistry. Thanks, for sharing T-Bird. Keep expressing.
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cold winter morning.
three a.m., and all is not fucking well
should not be here
flashing lights. warning red.
cool blue. splashing across asphalt.
confused as an infant
“you been drinking?” asks the pig
“no,” I reply stepping from
my cage on wheels.
The pig’s distrustful,
I see, as he rummages
Through the vehicle
In search of something, any thing, really.
He steps away
With a sardonic grin.
He’s found […]
Storm in the Sea at Night by Ivan Constantinovich Aivazovsky
frustrated fury,
a tempest of emotion,
brews and swells in my mind
threatens thoughts with capsizing
and tugs tenaciously at a torn, tattered soul.
The helmsman,
white-knuckled,
grimaces.
Dissolving resolve sounds itself
in the chattering of teeth.
His face a pall, ashen, wearied, he tries
to wipe — is it sweat?…tears?…blood?…rain?–
the moment from his eyes,
yet it remains,
inescapable […]
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