October 12, 2009

Ferris Wheel

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September 22, 2009

ceilingfan

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May 26, 2009
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May 13, 2009
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Here’s a song I recorded in my bedroom tonight. I think I’m going to put together a cozy little album this summer.

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May 5, 2009
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March 18, 2009
Canned Animal Review, installment five: Iberia Cockles in Brine
Eaten directly from the can, these tiny bivalves looked and tasted exactly like the kind of salty, sand-filled boogers one gets from a long day at the beach. While I have come to expect the fine line of Iberia canned animals to appear quite differently in reality than their package’s depiction, this particular representation is equivalent to posting a craigslist ad with a picture of a Porsche in order to sell what is actually a large pile of rusty doorknobs.
Undeterred, I attempted to sauté the can’s contents in butter and garlic. The result tasted like tiny sautéed oysters, if oysters were made mostly of sand.

Canned Animal Review, installment five: Iberia Cockles in Brine

Eaten directly from the can, these tiny bivalves looked and tasted exactly like the kind of salty, sand-filled boogers one gets from a long day at the beach. While I have come to expect the fine line of Iberia canned animals to appear quite differently in reality than their package’s depiction, this particular representation is equivalent to posting a craigslist ad with a picture of a Porsche in order to sell what is actually a large pile of rusty doorknobs.

Undeterred, I attempted to sauté the can’s contents in butter and garlic. The result tasted like tiny sautéed oysters, if oysters were made mostly of sand.

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October 15, 2008
Canned Animal Review, installment four: Brunswick Kippered Herring Seafood Snacks
Apparently, British people eat this poison for breakfast. The only justification I can see for starting your morning with this heinous tongue-punishment would be that, in comparison, the rest of the day would seem less awful.

Canned Animal Review, installment four: Brunswick Kippered Herring Seafood Snacks

Apparently, British people eat this poison for breakfast. The only justification I can see for starting your morning with this heinous tongue-punishment would be that, in comparison, the rest of the day would seem less awful.

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September 30, 2008
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Purchased a Boss RC 20XL loop pedal over the weekend. I’m hoping to get very proficient at it. This is the first loop I made. It’s been recorded through the built in mic on my laptop, but you get the idea.

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September 25, 2008
Canned Animal Review, installment three: Hokan Fancy Cocktail Smoked Oysters

Maybe I’m a sucker, but when I opened these I expected them to be just as depicted on the box, tiny golden miracles arranged in perfect rows. Instead, the contents of the can turned out to be a lot like former Jacksonville Jaguars quarterback Byron Leftwich: brown and disappointing.

Canned Animal Review, installment three: Hokan Fancy Cocktail Smoked Oysters

Maybe I’m a sucker, but when I opened these I expected them to be just as depicted on the box, tiny golden miracles arranged in perfect rows. Instead, the contents of the can turned out to be a lot like former Jacksonville Jaguars quarterback Byron Leftwich: brown and disappointing.

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September 21, 2008
Canned Animal Review, installment two: Brunswick Sardines in mustard & dill sauce
Brunswick Sardines are the workhorse of the sardine world. You’ll find no puffery here, just gutted fish bodies marinated in a gelatinous mustard-dill sauce. Like a good woman, Brunswick Sardines don’t care if you come home late, stinking of Old Grandad whiskey, unable to unbutton your own pants to urinate. They just want to make you happy, and if you open up your heart (and mouth), that’s just what they’ll do.

Canned Animal Review, installment two: Brunswick Sardines in mustard & dill sauce

Brunswick Sardines are the workhorse of the sardine world. You’ll find no puffery here, just gutted fish bodies marinated in a gelatinous mustard-dill sauce. Like a good woman, Brunswick Sardines don’t care if you come home late, stinking of Old Grandad whiskey, unable to unbutton your own pants to urinate. They just want to make you happy, and if you open up your heart (and mouth), that’s just what they’ll do.

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