Time is becoming more productive, and hectic then too, but enjoyable. I suffer from the unfortunate disease wherein one has clear cut goals but unclear paths to doing those goals. An example: I would like to have a internet webpage with all of my endeavors (projects, images, sounds, video) so I don't have to clutter this guy with those things, but I don't know how to organize it.
here is something I have been mulling upon:

When comparing our current era to any past one, a common malaise forced upon my generation is that of extreme apathy. I mean, how could anyone honestly expect us to do anything at all when we are playing our gameboys while simultaneously eating cheetos, having too many gadgets, not reading enough, disrespecting authority figures, spending our oversized allowances, watching too much tv and doing all of the edgiest drugs?
Simultaneous to observing this stereotyping phenomenon, I became intrigued with the notion of a "hang zone," a place, which can be virtual or real, that could feature a couch, a snack, perhaps even some cool dude with great anecdotes. In a very broad sense, the hang zone promotes "dudeship" in general, or ascendance of people from mere people to dudes. This gets into another idea of mine entirely (dudes), but I think the Hang Zone is an easy concept to grasp.
This brings us to the National Hang Zone League. Having promulgated several real and virtual hang zones myself, I concocted the idea of a national organization which promotes the spread of the "Hang Zone," an idea which at surface-level seeks to reaffirm those apathetic values we are supposedly espousing, but in actuality encouraging actual action in our collective "hanging out."
It is sort of theoretical, but I think it could work. Who isn't jealous of their favorite fictional hang zones, such as Chubby's (Boy Meets World) or those from (fill in the blank Nickolodeon shows)? I personally authorize Hang Zones often (in my kitchen, in elevators from time to time) and even do so out and about (there is a virtual hang zone located in a door wedge on campus, where a sticker and a handwritten "hang zone" officiate the claim). Though activities and creeds are not yet established, this is a project I look to grow.
Plus I really really like pseudo-clubs.
from time to time, as managing this site, I check to see what people search to arrive at any one of the websites hosted here (of which there are a few, so I don't know which one it was submitted to).
today, I found this, a little piece of web detritus. Whoever wrote this and arrived here, I hope you found what you were looking for. enjoy:
first+of+all,+dr.+bong+is+totally+the+name+of+your+college +roommate+who+ate+all+your+bugles.+and+then+you'd+come+home+and +find+him+having+sex+with+a+really+ugly+hippie+girl+on+your+bed,+and +you'd+say+"what+the+fuck,+dr.+bong,"+and+he'd+go+"dude,+there+was +a+tie+on+the+door!"+and+you'd+say+"what+the+fuck+is+a+tie+on+the +door+supposed+to+mean,"+and+he'd+say+"dude!"
Recently, I made a carrot cake. At some point during this process, I decided that recipes should follow the same rules of over-documentation and cross-media-promotion that other sorts of imbibe-ables do.
To complete this project, soon to follow is a website. Probably something else too, like a song or something.
here is the first documentary I did this year
it is inspired by the work of Walker Evans, which you can read about here

Many are Called (4 or so mb, H.264)

I am collaborating with my main man STEPHEN.LICHTY on this curating of a space project to happen Sat. March 11th in BK, NY. It should be slamalamin' (there will be literal tearing of roofs off). A rave from the perspective of us kids who have never actually gone to a rave.
more will be said on this once it actually happens
check out stephen's place for more information