Sometimes, it’s nessasary for me to just pat myself on the back and make biased observations and mildly clever ‘alt’ tags.
July 4th the Fantastic Party at V&B's House.
Courtesy of Sprung Photography, fine photography for fine people.
(also hoarked without asking. I’m sure Ms. Sprung doesn’t mind.)
Which one is me? I’m the handsome little devil that can pull off wool dress slacks, suspenders, and white Adidas.
Not so bad...
Hey, someone’s second place at.. FROSTING! c’mon, c’mon, lick it, lick it.. *shakes rump like a 1987 Geo Metro* (slowly and clumsily, like a riding lawnmower)
Originally a comment on the Skirt Full of Fire blog, in response to a much better written article.
1. Marie Curie – Kicked ass droppin’ science when women weren’t ‘allowed’ in that club, has a still-radioactive journal, and gave her life for some of the greatest advances in science at the time. Curie? Fuck yeah.
2. William S. Burroughs – Have you ever read ‘Naked Lunch’? His writing was so taboo at the time, and fucking brilliant. He had the balls to do it, and do it he did.
3. Matthew Barney – ‘The Cremaster Cycle’ says it all.. him and Bjork do make the perfect freak couple.
4. Forrest P. Mims – Coined the term ‘Citizen Scientist’ and is regarded as one of the 50 greatest scientific minds living. What makes him a freak? He ignores the science money, openly doubts global warming, and does what he thinks will make the world a better place, while being careful not to let other’s money taint his work and direction. He suffers for this, but it’s great.
