Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Fixed in NY

Some of the things these guys are doing just looks obnoxious and annoying... but impressive nonetheless.

The Best Man Turns Into The Worst Man

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Carpe Diem

I had this dream early this morning. It really shook me up, but not in a way that a nightmare would. It had nothing to do with feeling a sense of fear, instead it wast about fear itself. I can't say I remember all that much, but the impression it left is quite clear.

So it starts off with me dying. I don't know how.. I just lay there dead. I then become aware that my life has ended and that I'm now a ghost. A lost soul. My body gets taken away by medics.. and during this process family and friends start to appear. As my body travels, as a ghost I follow along and I'm somehow able to communicate to anybody that I want. I have these conversations with them, but not with the actual individual more like their souls leave their body in order to speak with me. This part is jumbled, but I do remember having a conversation with someone that I can't recognize. He tells me that I died early and that I didn't finish my journey. That I did not fulfill my dreams. He proceeds to break my life down in a simple manner and points out exact moments where I had opportunities to progress, but failed to do so. I had the choice every time to be successful and turned the other way instead. "Why?" he asks.. I have no answer. "Because you were afraid. Look, you were even too afraid to ask a simple question, or here, when you wanted this to happen, but were too afraid to give your opinion. Where does all this nonsensical fear come from?" I look at all those situations as a dead person and it all seemed so ridiculous. Such simple things that I was unable to conquer. I mean, most of it was just talking. It's not like I had to climb any mountains or fight any fires. Just talk.

While talking to this faceless person, I lose track of where my body went. I'm not sure what to do, but I know that I must look for it. The dream spins me into places I've been to before in other dreams. –For example, I always have reoccurring nightmares of "impossible" bridges. Bridges that are incredibly high and have no railing on the sides, bridges that end and you just fall off of them, bridges that you have to drive upside down on in order to get to the other side. It could seem like an awesome rollercoaster ride, but whenever I have these nightmares, I get scared sh*tless.– I get taken to all these scary places and situations and realize that they are challenges. One of them was again a bridge with intense fog. It's super high and narrow and I know that my body is on the other side of it. I run across it without flinching. I feel different. I'm not afraid. This fearlessness, why didn't I have the ability when I was alive? Being dead, I have nothing to lose.

I cross the bridge and face several other challenges. I still can't find my body, but I know I'm getting somewhere. I start to feel incredibly sad that I died. I think of all the people I love and all the things I love doing. I feel desperation. I start screaming. Praying. PLEASE PLEASE!!! I need one more chance! Please give me one more chance to..

There it is.. I see it in the corner of my eye.

I wake up.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Tito Ortiz Kicks Butt

UFC Champ Tito Ortiz, you smell good. How do you do it?

Thursday, October 09, 2008

Robot HAL

I’ve seen this in Time magazine a couple years back and it immediately caught my attention. What an amazing innovation. Looks like after years of tweaking and perfecting the design, Japan is ready to mass produce a robot that assists humans with lifting heavy bags of rice.

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Obama on Paper

As a Canadian, I'm supposed to vote next week, but I really dont have a clue of whats going on in Canadian politics! I tried taking this quiz to help me choose a party I can get down with, but I felt that it was quite vague and was left confused with some of the choices I had on the quiz. Now, having said all this, its pretty clear to me that I would vote for Obama and the Democratic party that is if I were an American.

Shown above is Seth Balliet's new artwork, "Words of Hope." You can check out more of the details about this piece here.

Ian Wright

Apparently I made a mistake in guessing that Seth Balliet was the artist responsible for the new TI album cover. My good friend Vince was quick to correct me. The artist who did the album is actually Ian Wright and you can check out more of his stuff here.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Monday, October 06, 2008

Learn to ride.

Look E, you're not alone!!

Since we've started riding more and more as of late.. I'm really starting to believe in cycling as a first option for transportation. Plus it's fun, economic and of course environmentally friendly.

Fast Fixies

Holy moly.. this just looks dayam scary to me... they are riding FAST! And yes, thats Lance Armstrong on a Fixie.... without a helmet on!

Paper Trails

Way back in January of 07, I made a post about Seth Balliet and his artwork. When I saw the new T.I. album cover art.. it reminded me of Seth's work. I wonder if it is indeed his? Either way.. nice cover.

Saturday, October 04, 2008

Friday, October 03, 2008

Acronym FW 08

Big fan of Acronym... nice look, nice innovation... maybe sometimes even overthoughtout and unpractical.. but gotta commend them for thinking it in the first place.


There was free coffee and donuts this morning at the office. Had my first coffee in a long a$$ time... and holy moly I've been mega wired. It's still runnin through my body actually, but I just had a big lunch... it wont be long before the itis kicks in. I gotta say though.. after drinking the coffee.. I've been speedin through my work like it was a race.... which is a big deal for a guy who has the attention span of a goldfish. Is coffee the cure? F*ck Ritalin.. give me expresso.

Update: its now an hour since lunch and dang.. I'm STILL buzzin. Not bad not bad..  cure for my A.D.D. aand my ITIS. I gotta say though.. dont really enjoy going to the washroom so often.. and it makes my pee daang stanky. My breaff kinda stinks too.