After a year or two of thinking about it, I finally got around to submitting a t-shirt design on the most excellent Threadless.com. I would really appreciate your feedback, positive or otherwise. Just click the image below:
A monkey-eating Amazonian fish was caught with a piece of hot dog by a 14-year-old camper on the banks of the Adventureland lake in Bensalem last week.
[The fish] can grow up to 5 to 6 feet and jump that high to catch prey...they eat spiders, insects, small birds and even small young monkeys that wander too close to the water.
Hopefully by now, you and my cousin Marc realize that Friday's blog entry was a little April foolishness. However, the truth of it is this book - or at least the front and back cover of it - will be appearing in a short film by Jason Salmon and my good friend Jack Reiling. 
Many of you may not know that I will soon be a published self-help author. My book "Find Your Soul Mate...Before It's Too Late" will be hitting the shelves at midnight tonight. After years of research watching Oprah and Jerry Springer, I have concluded that I too can scare people into thinking that they may soon be running out of time to find true love. The book is very believable too; if I hadn't already found true love with my beautiful wife Christi, I would be nervous too. Although most of the book is just pictures I took of rose petals, champagne flutes, and candles, I think this should only compliment the text which is based on the thousands of fortune cookie sayings (and lucky numbers) that I've compiled over the past 20 years. I look forward to a review on Metacritic any day now. 
Two of my favorite tracks are neanderthal and i'm on hold. Here's the title track.Octopuses, known for using camouflage to avoid predators, have been observed apparently trying to sneak away by walking on two arms while pretending to be a bunch of algae.
This historic occasion has less to do with finally being embraced by the fine art establishment and is more about the judicious use of a fake beard and some high strength glue.
I've been working on a redesign of my art website. I'm breaking the HTML down to mostly DIV, IMG, and A tags and doing all the layout and formatting via CSS. Here's a sneak peek at the new logo I've developed; feedback is welcome.
I was first introduced to the tagging craze with Adobe Photoshop Album which I received as a Christmas present last year. Among other things, the software allows you to "tag" your photos with the people, things, or events that pertain to the picture. In other words, you are able to quickly describe your photos so that you can search or filter through them later.
Tagging has been active in the online world for some time, but is starting to hit the mainstream. The most popular things being tagged are blogs, bookmarks, and photos. Technorati does all three and aggregates the information into a psuedo online newspaper with literally millions of individual publishers. My favorite photo tagging site Flickr and I am starting to use del.icio.us to organize my bookmarks.
The power of tagging is two-fold. One advantage is that you are no longer limited to storing things in folder structure. Folders are great when the things you are storing clearly only belong in one folder. However its difficult to find things later if they could have logically been stored in more than one place. For example, does that picture of Aunt Sally belong in the Family folder or the 2001 folder? Tags allow you to assign multiple categories to a document so it can be found via more than one means. The second advantage is in the ability to share information with others with similar interests. Want to find monkey photos or surreal art links? Believe it or not, someone else does too.
I expect the major search engines will delve deeper into tagging in the near future to allow the greater public to take advantage of this simple yet powerful categorization tool. Until then, start tagging.
I used to listen to real music. Sure, everyone has their own definition of real music, but when I say "real" music, I mean music meant for enjoyment by adults. Now that my first son is just over a year old, almost all of the real music in my life has been replaced with wiggly music. If you are in a similar situation as me, then you probably know the lyric (or one just as non-sensically catchy) that goes "flap your wings just like a birdie - chirpie, chirpie. chirpie, cheep, cheep, cheep" and are thinking of seeking professional help. The song is almost illegally too catchy. But don't blame yourself! Scientists may have found an explanation of why songs get stuck in our heads. Now all I need is a way to get them out.