New Trash

Here's a few more from the ongoing, freestyle cardboard series. I'll gladly sell these for tickets to The Dark Knight.

Jumping on the bandwagon

A few months ago I bought a new bike. Now, I don't really know much about bicycles, but a few months back, a friend of mine who rides a fixed gear told me it was the way to go. It seemed to make perfect sense to me, being that the whole single speed/gear aspect appealed to simple needs in a bike. When I bought my bike, it was not only a single speed but also had a flip-flop hub, meaning it was a free wheel on one side, or fixed gear on the other. After riding my little ghetto whip as a free wheel, I switched the hub and tried it "fixie." The perpetual motion felt really strange at first because of the constant pedaling, but at the same time it felt like it really made sense, and I actually felt a little more in control of what I was doing.
In my hipster-hideout of a neighborhood, it's pretty easy to see that fixed gear bikes are the new skateboard. Being as that I am already part of the coolest kids on earth club, I really wasn't psyched about joining into a new trend and having to deal with being a noob. In addition to not being an already 10 year veteran of fixies, I would have to endure comparing Italian Vintage parts, tight pants and blah blah blah. I would probably feel an awful like that kid from the movie North Shore:

So yeah, it's just a bike. What's the big deal? After watching the DVD Mash SF I saw this clip, and it totally make sense.

I am totally ready to bail down some hills, and eat pavement! Also, watching that video made me want to listen to M83 again... Or rather at all. Their albums didn't make much sense to me when I listened to them in the past. But now I get it. Their music sounds so much better while involved in near death experiences. Drama Rock and Bikes might be my Modus Operandi for the rest of summer! Or at least until I get laughed out of Reynoldstown because my cut-off jeans aren't short enough.

New Trash for Old

A little while back I collected a lot of scrap paper from previous and failed projects and started working on really quick collage/paintings without much thought, just to see how they turn out. These two I'm pretty happy with.

Am I Psychic?!

Earlier today I was at the Post Office, when a few people in front of me I noticed a girl with a tattoo of a circus seal. It looked just like this:

Same pose and everything, only this appeared to be the only tattoo that was visible. I love interesting and comical tattoos and really wanted to ask her about hers, but stopped because: A.) Maybe it's symbolic to her time working for PETA, freeing circus seals and bringing it up, will dig up horrid tales of PETA missions gone wrong. and B.) In about 23 seconds I won't care about it anyway.
So at about the 22.5 second mark of my attention span, a woman behind me asks me about my tattoo, which is based off of this:

I give her a simple definition and continue buying my stamps. (Geez, I kinda sound like an old lady... At the Post Office mid morning, buying stamps) So for probably the next few hours I'm going to work on my psychic abilities. If I don't post any results before the end of today, it means they worked and I am now in the future... Where internets and common sense no longer exist.