CentralTrak presents Teen Dream by Brainfood’s Ean and Erik Schuessler

Teen Dream Ean and Erik Schuessler

Teen Dream

As part of CentralTrak’s current exhibition, The Zine Society Library, Dallas-based brothers and business partners Ean Schuessler and Erik Schuessler will speak about how making zines as teenagers evolved into a legitimate and respected profession. Zine-making and zine-consumption was a significant format for artists and activists to share info, find and identify subcultures before the internet was widely available.

 

Photo courtesy of CentralTrak

 

 

The Zine Society Library exhibition is interactive, allowing gallery patrons to discover and enjoy small press and self-published art zines by a diverse group of artists and illustrators. The designers currently operate Brainfood, a multimedia company with national accounts such as Ryder, Hughes Research Labs, Pepsico/Yum (KFC, Taco Bell, Pizza Hut), KB Home and Broadcast.com.

http://dallas.culturemap.com/eventdetail/centraltrak-presents-teen-dream/

the first of the auto ordered print outs are working for big fun print! Woo hoo!

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pretty damn exciting! we are working diligently to make it to Austin for South by Southwest and trying some interesting experiment with social networking and giant poster printing. should be really cool! today we were working on the factor overlay advertisement for each poster that is being printed out by people in the area. the idea is that you would see a poster scan in the qr code for the poster app, download the app and then print out your own poster from 1 of your photos. which would end up on a street somewhere in Austin that we would give the location. hope to see you in Austin! stay tuned

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Mega table almost done

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Living in the outer rings of the cliff is really peaceful and quiet. A bit unusual but I am getting acquainted with it. The place I live in is damn fine and I am still scratching my head about people paying the big bucks in fancy “old oak cliff” ain’t it funny? Seems like only yesterday that it was a big steamy pile of living called oak cliff. Where the “dangerous” people lived gun in hand in hand in gun with weirdo art hippies and freaky punk rock types. Now there are golf apparel and fancy pants bistros and such, not that I am not appreciative of it, it is just shocking that I have more places to choose to pay high priced drinks as I want and I do grab drinks. I did like when there was basically Barbara’s and Tradewinds. Good times made it feel more like a small town. Coming down to this part of town is an escape, that momentary feeling of displacement in my surrounds, exploring, finding the cool bits of stuff in areas that are considered not worth it. My neighbors are all really cool and all have I interesting pasts that I want to find out about. Also the history! Crap! Gets me wanting to make stuff (not just the freaking house either)! So that brings me to mega table!!! An all 2×6 frame monster that will take whateve you throw at it. I love my hands, truly surreal things, strange articulated stems paired lovingly mirror images of each other, evidence that the body is some sort of temple, maybe ziggurat or maybe kiva? The table would be complete but dammit that I didn’t get a new pack of exterior screws! Nothing worse than being with out back up. Oh well tomorrow it will finish up and I will slap on casters for the feet, the ones with the foot breaks on em. No the table is not dead, just easier to work on. Good night all.

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Bizarre dreams make room for crisp awake state.

All last night I was having dreams. Before I could get the chance to totally relax and dip into the quiet abyss of complete and total subconscious rest, I was resuscitated back into a completely torturous visual fest. My mind was exhausted this morning as I struggled to rustle myself out of bed. I do have a penchant for the time consuming process of slumber chamber extraction. I consider it a sport. It should be televised if I was put in charge. It is something about being woken up by oneself due to lack of comfort either physically or mentally that wears down a person’s constitution. The dreams seem to paint a landscape of peaks and valleys. A possible hope of dreamlike escape only to be hampered by other parts of your noggin.

I was at a horribly dull convention center or possibly an airport. Beige. Massive expanses of patterned carpet with neutral colors that dutifully welcome the steadily trudging traffic from outdoors. Mud and muck simply hidden from sight with complimentary shades and hues. The walls, a horrible pattern of mass produced beige with some hints of mustard could hint at the concept of a village of Tuscany. This was completely lost on me, even though that was the intent.

The large expansive hall had a succession of furniture spaced evenly as far as the eye could see. These clusters of furniture and planters snaked down along the hall dotting the beige with pock marks of that horridly overused hotel brown color. Can’t we try something different? The halls had people wedged within the available open spaces all blankly staring or looking around oblivious to their limbo state. Continued my way down the hallway. I watched one of the people in the hallway projectile vomit across the floor, spewing a colorful cluster of what appeared to be foam and colored water out onto the carpet. The carpet’s meticulous attention to pattern and color doing it’s best to try and camouflage the rather unpleasant scene at my feet. I stopped. The man continued to contort his face regurgitating countless amounts of foam and bile from his mouth as he was “trying to make a deal” on the phone. He continued to press a cloth on his face while listening to someone on a phone. His statements were confident, yet the expression on his face would easily betray his remarks.

I looked down again at the floor. There was a tidal nature to the unsightly fluid below. The perimeter of undigested nerf material pushed beyond my shoes and out to the other end of the hallway. Other people sitting on the floor paid no attention to the soggy carpet they were sitting in, but by now they started smoking and drinking. The hall became hazy. There was a smell. Like baby powder. I looked down at my shoes again. I noticed I had a plate in my hands. Also I noticed that there was another set of shoes nearby mine. They were clean and shiny. The person attached to these shoes wore a crisp set of olive green slacks. I lifted my view up to eye level and was caught by a stoic stare of a person in high position in the military. Really square jawed and stern features. I am guessing he was a general. I paused and took note that he was either not aware of the vomit or had no interest in it. By this time I was concerned.

He asked me if I had a been to the council. I hadn’t. I didn’t know what it was, but I hadn’t and I am guessing I should have by now. The foam was floating. There was an inch of fluid rushing along the side of my shoes. He was displeased, not about my lack of interest in the activities of the council but that the smoking had increased from events in the previous years. The hall had become a street. There was a car in it. The man vomiting had long legs and two pronounced grooves were set in his thigh and shin. The grooves I assumed were from cars driving over them. He didn’t seem to mind or care. The person on the other line seemed to be the only interest he had. He laughed and chortled on the phone oblivious to the steel belted radials crushing a length of his foam and vomit drenched pants legs.

The general swung at me. I had a plate. I walked quickly around to the other side of the car avoiding him. His face was normal but I do believe his body was just the clothing. He kind of flopped around much like a rag doll that was suspended in the middle to an upright position. The vomit pulsed again across the hood of the crown victoria parked near the business man.

By this point I felt my best option was to get into the car. It smelled like clean leather. The car was from the eighties but the interior displays were unreal. The space was blanketed in light. Some sort of mash up of an ancient Mayan calendar, a futuristic tron bike and a fireworks display. The cab driver was dead. A completely dried up carcass of bones dried skin. The caved in eyeballs veneered with a glowing representation of a human expression. Dashboard and steering wheel components grown into the rib cage of the poor soul turning it into some long dead organic component of it’s mechanical host. “Where to?” it inquired. The glowing interface glittered and changed into a surreal landscape of any desire you had. It appeared to read minds.

The bony arm was wrapped by a glowing armature lifting it into the air as the wrist of the corpse flailed in the air. “You see. Anywhere.” I filtered that and took a moment to sort out what looked to be a possibility of where I was supposed to go. I tried grabbing onto the some of the items in the space, poking at them and eventually holding them in my hands. There was a boat with crab claws and a cupcake with a set of human lips on it.  “No. No.” The corpse’s lips were grafted with a set of glowing lips. I wasn’t in any mood to be told no by some sort of  holographic reanimate dead man that I was doing something wrong. “No? What?”

The drivers face filled with static then skipped a little, some sort of bypass message came on. “No. You have to eat it.” The idea didn’t seem odd, it made a lot of sense. Sort of like I was wrong for not knowing what to do. “Well it does look good.” I thought to myself. The items were cute and shiny, both items were like well made Swiss pastries. Sugary colorful and realistic.

I sniffed the cupcake and smelled it, the lips opened a little, I could hear a sigh. There was a breath from the cupcake. I started to lick the top lip and feel the texture of the soft lip. A kiss ensued, it was a soft kiss also with the flavor of apricot. The sweet flavor struck a chord with a deeper hunger pain. The cupcake began to take the lead. It progressed to slide it’s tongue into my mouth. The sugary ooze blended with my saliva breaking it down reducing the detail of skin and teeth. I mushed my lips further into the cupcake, parts of sponge cake touched the tip of my tongue. The passionate kissing started blending into eating.

My teeth uncontrollably started sinking into the lower and upper lips. I was horrified and delighted at the same time. “Almost there” The dried carcass blurted. The cupcake was stuffed into my mouth. I took gluttonous bites letting cake and icing crumble down my shirt. The area outside of the car had changed, the outside was bright and sunny. I licked my fingers as the crab boat looked up at me with a smiling face. I look down at the crab and put my finger on the little crab claw. It had a pipe and a captain hat. I didn’t want to eat that one… yet.

One day closer to big fun.

There is a certain excitement when it comes to creating something, especially when it is something for your own company. There is a certain level of ownership that is sometimes lost when you are working for a customer. I am not saying that the work you do for customers is somehow less important or not as good but there is just that “it is all about us” when you are making something that you have complete control over.

It is kinda like we are a lawyer and when it comes to being prosecuted, it is a really big deal when a lawyer tells you what they think is the best course of action when you are being sued or being tried for murder or some other serious crime. At Brainfood we are like a lawyer but in regards of technology, and for the most part clients are really into the concept of understanding that we know what we are talking about and are for the most part really good at following what we have to say even if sometimes they want to go another direction.

More and more however technology and business are getting interconnected at such an intricate level that there we are beginning to learn more and more about the business side of the equation. This perspective is unique and requires time and understanding to get the nuances of this process down. The problem occurs here. A customer has an idea of what they want to do and it is important to them, as much as you try to make our input a part of their idea, sometimes you can hit a crossroads and you have to politely make them aware that the idea or direction they want to use is not really the best way to go.

The silver lining comes when you start to notice these issues and work out ways around them even if your customer is unwilling to. These work arounds are coming in handy with our very own mobile application we are developing in house.  The app is simple and easy to use. It is hopefully coming out in the next few weeks and developed completely in house. I am pretty excited to see it come together. We are doing it in our spare time, and that has moved the project a little slower than I had hoped.

The great thing is, we have to only explain ideas to each other, there is very little fear of others not getting it, or wanting to do something impractical. I really do hope this launches and makes it big, not huge, but big, just something good enough to start creating more projects that we have 100% control over, that can get us on a path of creating to just create, with our own vision, not just filling in the blanks for others.

Percival must have went through a ton of shoes.

My skill set is constantly growing. I seem to run into it whether I want to or not. The idea of many additional hats stacking up on my head is not a concept I particularly enjoy, however it seems to cultivate a certain level of perception or foresight that could be lost on someone working on the clock at a job that is process oriented. However there is a certain slow madness that grows in the back of your head when you are in a position where you have to “stop the presses” and wait around or search for the solution. It starts with frustration, then moves up to malaise then up to a layer of doubt on my skill level. It doesn’t help when it is something you really aren’t interested in learning anyhow. I suppose dogs chase their own tail thinking it is a little creature or steak or something. In my case I have to chase my tail knowing full well that it will just end up hurting myself in the end.

I guess this is how you develop wisdom, ways to look at bigger pictures, understanding the gestation of a larger picture based on smaller lessons that you can use to your advantage or take to the grave, or just simply hope you can pawn off onto others. It is a struggle for sure, but I am just stupid or brave enough to carry on.

Big Fun Logo

It is a logo I am putting together for this mobile app we are building internally here at the brainfood.com. Stay tuned on updates as I get them. It is a pretty awesome app and I hope it goes off well. It is our first 100% client free one! I kinda wanted to have people look at it and think about rainbows and unicorns. In the coming months we will have some promotions and incentives. The design started from a pencil sketch and went from there. I was playing with color and i think it is 100%.

What is scary?! Did a guest talk at Pecha Kucha.

The early afternoon scramble trying to cobble together ideas and thoughts ensuring a good lecture was one of the most white knuckle moments of the evening. My brother Ean Schuessler and I worked diligently trying to figure how to make this scramble of information somehow make sense to us and hopefully later that evening to our audience. Self editing is a complete pain in the ass, when you have to self edit with another, that is even more ridiculous, compounded that it is with your sibling of many years it is a completely different plateau of back and forth. Ean had this extremely brilliant albeit overly complex plan on how to make the worlds most incredible presentation. I myself am more of a Percival type so I wanted to just go directly down a path and do a nickel tour. Together we ended up building a pretty darn satisfactory presentation.  A comprehensive guide to what we think is scary complete with tornados, nazi zombies, exploded buildings, raw squid, limousines, pig heads, etc.

I must admit I did have a tinge of satisfaction to quickly draw from the massive wealth of experiences to draw from and in this case I felt that the substance was vastly more important than the style on this one. That proved to be a good thing when we made it over to the Lizard Lounge/The Church. A massive night club landmark sitting in an old commercial building near downtown Dallas right outside of Deep Ellum. I arrived with Ean and fellow app cohort Thomas Williams noting that the Easy Slider truck was nearby, the promise of  a deliciously rewarding snack awaited us after we finished up our public speaking gig.

“Dang they make some good sliders” might have been either muttered or psychically emitted between all of us as the intensely delightful odors emitted from the mobile food dispensary. The ladies that created those golden nuggets of culinary salvation knew that they built a high caliber snack that was second to none, it was crafted to please, cutting through the foggy minded drunks that gladly departed with a couple of their hard earned bucks to ingest a nugget of beneficial protein to curb oncoming hangover. Even at this early point in the evening the smell was enough to trigger the hunger mechanism hard wired into my giant lumbering ape frame. I bypassed it by concentrating on the other primal energy bouncing carelessly from my brain down to my stomach.

We entered the Church, the club was schizophrenic mess, on the prime time nights (Thursday, Friday, and Saturday) it is named the “Lizard Lounge” a typical dance club full of delightful douche bags and drugged up club kids having a hard time keeping their relationship with where the floor is while they gyrate madly with out looking too stupid. On the alternative nights (Wednesday and Sunday), it decides to slip on something a little more Gothic. At some point the people that go there have to understand that they might as well be dressing up in 50’s sock hop outfits and dancing to Chuck Barry. The vintage style and look is not lost on me. I remember goth clubs back when I was in high school and any time a return there it is a time capsule with a guarantee to hear songs like “Bella Lugosi is Dead” or some Lords of Acid track. I wont kid myself, I wore black clothes on occasion, however there is a certain point where that dead horse has been kicked so much that it is a bloody pulpy mess of goo.

The place was kinda creepy any how, it was originally built out as a strip bar in the 80’s. Heck it was even in a movie with Eric Stoltz in it, you know, the dude that was the main character in “Mask” The place was more gothic than dance club. Dark walls and wood details did fit the evening perfectly. We wandered into the space and grabbed a few free drinks since we were presenters (thank you AIGA). It was a great idea to ply us with a little booze just to shave off a little of the anxiety and add in a little liquid courage into the mix. It was good seeing everyone that made it, it was a little exciting and scary. No pressure.

The speakers dropped down in a line of chairs waiting for their turn at the stage for their Pecha Kucha presentation. The way it works is simple. Twenty slides. Twenty seconds on each slide and 13 presentations. The majority of the speakers were local designers. Mostly a good lot of interesting folk, there were a couple of exceptions but it kept me entertained for most of the evening. Ean and I were set to last. Well the 12th presenter, the 13th was drawn from random in a little raffle bowl at the main entrance. The poor bastard that won got to go up and improv a Pecha Kucha presentation from a set of 20 pics put together by Brian Murphy, one of the originators of the PK in Dallas that I help out on.

I noticed that most of the presentations that seemed to suffer the most on lack of content were the ones with the best looking slide designs. I suppose that you could take something away from that observation that substance is a lot better than just pretty window dressing. I could imagine that if you are showcasing people that make things visually cool it is a little more difficult to put some oof behind it aside from just making it look good. Don’t get me wrong there were a couple of really good ones. One guy’s dead pan delivery about being terrified by the fat and caloric content of the Sonic foot long chili dog and Jack in the Box’s Baconator were at an almost Steven Wright level of awesomeness.

The moment of dread was nigh. Ean had to take a leak and was about to scamper off as this photographer exited stage left and Brian stepped back onto the stage. I commented to Ean noting that I think we were next. His face let off an expression of slight discomfort as it dawned on him that he would just have to hold it. Poor bastard. I must admit, it would have been a horrible thing to wet yourself at a lecture. Nightmarish actually, up there with having dreams of being in high school and not realizing you forgot to put clothes on. He soldiered through it. I was proud of my older brother, he kept it together, a complete 360 from earlier in the day when we couldn’t get our presentation together and loosing steam. It would have been easy to bow out for both of us, but we stood fast and got it done. We strode up on stage encountering the first big fear. One mic and two people speaking, it was especially difficult because the pick up on the mic was terrible. You had to get it right up on your mouth for effective amplification. Aside from a couple of offset timing from frame to frame, Ean and I were like old pros at mic hand off. Amazingly, little or no stumbles happened and the images were poignant and effective. We brought up points that were scary to us and pointed out concrete examples of how we delved into it. As brothers, we explained our individual experiences and how they related to each other, we had funny moments and serious moments, that hit people effectively. Sharing our trip up to our grandparents house after it was devastated from the tornado in Joplin I could feel the hush from the audience and how much energy reached out to us. It was powerful. We explained to people that there is nothing more scary than having your past your heritage, parts of your life, just simply erased by an act of god or a force of nature, whatever you want to call it, it is terrifying to the core.

After that we discussed projects we have been involved in and how they scared us and how they impacted us long term. Donnie Davies was one of the items discussed. (http://www.eveningservice.com/http://lovegodsway.org/, etc) This project was so fun and exciting to do. I would love to have a benefactor that would bankroll more mischievous behavior like this for my daily job. It was a giant prank going against the super “moral” whack jobs out there that call themselves conservative. Donnie Davies is an ex-gay christian pastor that wanted to heal gay people from their affliction. The project was so fun to do with 8 million views. That is a lot of traffic if you ask me.

The other project we discussed was Disturbathon. The name of Disturbathon was coined from David Hanson, great pal and robotic artist extraordinaire.  The name came when he decided to turn his UNT apartment space into a terrarium. He was on the verge of discovering something wonderful or going insane and ended up having a fun get together in the process. I wasn’t able to attend the first one but started having fun in it’s second year of conception. I would however not point to one particular person as the creator/mayor of disturbathon. Disturbathon created itself, mutating in countless directions consuming creative thoughts and regurgitating it into a frothing mass of gluttonous freaky indulgence. The party has grown and changed over the years and it is interesting to see how new people come into the puzzle box of a party and find ways to express their ideas.

The talk wound to a close and it was well received by everyone that viewed it. I hope to do more discussions such as this in the future.

 

Life the universe and curry.

this Tuesday, typical of a Texas winter is a balmy 68° outside. The moisture clings onto every part of you and is pretty inescapable. I decided to take a stroll up to Nandina a local restaurant on Greenville Avenue, it is really pretty good however recently the crowds seem to thin out during normal hours of operations due to the faint stench of a leaky sewer system hidden under the fragrance of sandalwood incense. I know I you but if I was running a business that involves food I would be a little more careful about matters like that. Anyway I’m not really going to critique the place the food is good the prices are reasonable and it’s open really late which works for me because of my night owl food habit. Sure that’s not really good for my digestive system but I consider it a vice that I can live with. I just got to sit down with a bowl of white rice and medium spicy pineapple curry and oh boy is it damn good. I really want to turn up the A/C full blast. The can’t believe all the BS that I’m dealing with on the house and the bank. Insurance this payment that yada yada yada. It kind of grates on your soul.I’m not to be bitchy about the fact that it is a really fantastic place that deserved to be updated like any fine inanimate object. I almost consider it like some strange sort of museum from another time that is really only shown on TV nowadays but really reflected an era that seemed to define the new America. Amazingly I am learning all sorts of interesting facts and tricks during my progress on this giant beast. Other things today been released a little bit more enjoyable. I did try this new place down by Baylor Hospital, it was a nifty little converted house that had been some sort of hospital office but now is some sort of gourmet burger joint with lots of tasty goodies all take with a layer of deep fried delight. I had a veggie burger that was almost borderline believable beef Patty and some bad ass salsa and homemade corn chips. Yum! I do like that Dallas is seeming to turn in on itself focusing more attention to the inner-city than to just the vast sprawling suburbs. It is getting better and better on a monthly basis I would say. Got so many ideas that I’m trying to write down it’s really difficult to sit and push it all out. I don’t know what I was thinking when I got involved with the house, but it just seems like such a cool place to reside for at least the year two don’t you think? I’m really trying to see if I can get the site out in a reasonable amount time but I’ve got so many things on it I got a put up all the artwork I go take photos of new artwork I can continue to write to trying get myself into the discipline of doing it on a daily basis. I tell you what that is probably the hardest thing to do is not easy to get used to writing and having a voice that seems natural and off-the-cuff. It is, like artwork for example there’s a number of people that spend a huge amount of time and almost inordinate amount of time copying an image that already exists only to make a hand made reproduction of someone else’s image. sort of like somebody telling you a story about a dream they had and then you embellishing upon it and telling it to others as if it was your own but I guess it kind of is sort of like the idea of storytelling. Everything bubbles up from something simpler. Then just tying on more intricacies or crisscrossing it with some other concept to make it more exciting. how do you go about getting all the random ideas and thoughts and concepts and brain farts down onto sketchbooks are laptops before their forgotten? Lost in your mind until you’re lucky enough to possibly remember them again. But you really hate it when something you thought of was a really great idea and you forgot about it and then you tried remembering it and you can remember how awesome was that not enough of the idea to spark the original thought back into your head. That is probably the worst thing I can think of when it comes to being creative. Kind of like some sort of long distance message that was sent from another dimension that might have unlocked the secrets of the universe and because you are too busy eating something, or sleeping, or having drinks with friends that you space out not remembering quite what you said when you said it then it piling up with all the other mush the cakes the core of your brain. I don’t like it as much of the next person but think of all the potential that is missed. It would be a cool concept for short sci-fi story about some type of machine that gathers all of those ideas those random thoughts is able to at least reproduce them in some way for everyone to enjoy and explore. If you could have all the cool random thoughts that everybody has as little daily digestive bits for your noggin. You could probably see some new Golden age of creative thought. Everything is so contained people that fit the role seem to have the power instead of the ones that actually know how to do things. But I don’t really worry about those things too much, it really doesn’t help your current situation and you don’t have much control over it. She might as well just move on and do your own thing. That I am trying to do I’m planning on posting up all of the remaining ghost pieces that will be for sale on the website. As well as some random doodles and some paintings that I was screwing around with.

Remembering Joplin.

It was really weird for me when Joplin was hit by a giant tornado. I had no idea that it was going on because Meredith and I went out for drinks at a place down in Lakewood, a neighborhood in Dallas. It was a Karaoke night everyone was having a good time and just chit chatting. Wide screen televisions were running through an assortment of different news stories which Meredith was pointing out to me from across the table. The screen had what I thought was some sort of footage of Iraq or Syria or some other war torn country. The building had all of it’s windows blown out and was riddled with pock marks and damage. Meredith was looking at me like it was serious, I couldn’t hear what was being said so I was confused, something wasn’t right. It finally hit me when I looked at the caption. I am reading the word Joplin on the screen. I ran out side and immediately began dialing up my mom finding out if my relatives were alive and okay. I was panicked! My mom was happy to report that everyone was okay. Ean immediately started planning on when we could go up to Joplin to help out. We went up as a group and wanted to help out. Getting there I was able to meet up with the relatives and was happy to see everyone was okay, but I could tell they were tired out from all that happened. The area I was in was mostly fine. There was some minor damage was here and there but everything was mostly normal. It wasn’t until I started out looking at the hardest hit area that I had a sense of perspective on the whole thing. Large patches of town that were places I grew up summer after summer and on the holidays as well were gone. Flattened, shredded, like a giant lawnmower trimmed it down. It was a mess. Everything was pretty crazy to see. My grandparents was even ripped up bad enough to be demolished. It was a crater. A blank spot. I couldn’t even relate to the idea that it even existed. It wasn’t until I saw the back garage pad that I noticed the green paint of the back porch. I got quite teary at that moment. I took photos of what I saw, I have more, will post more.

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Late night Firestone.

Just a set of cool pics I took with the Canon. I used a vintage Nikkor that I picked up on ebay. Just a beautiful temporary transformation of an old building on Greenville avenue down where it splits off to Ross. The road was absolutely dead as well. So it was peacefully quiet.

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No dentures for old men.

It is odd when you are working on a house that was left to simmer in it’s own juices for a while. It tends to be neither here or there as far as not lived in but still coated in the physical and psychic residue of it’s former residents. The house is by no means creepy or scary even if visually it is a little off setting. On the contrary, it seems that the place has had some warm and pleasant times in it’s day. The new work that is going on in the house has made a noticeable dent in the stalled out roof disaster from the last couple of weeks, stressful and a waste of my time and effort. I am moving on, but it is a pain. The house seems to be loosing it’s old self and changing to it’s new self. It even smells open and aired out compared to the stale whiffs I took in when I first looked at the place. I don’t know if everyone experiences this but I seem to have a ritual when it comes to changing an old place into my new home. There is a period of Scooby-Do like discovery, when you are finding clues regarding the people that once resided there. So far I have been actively squirreling these items away as I find them. The inventory is so far not much to write home about, but at least worthy of repeating here. Random items such as 2-3 different caliber of bullets from noticeably different time periods, two glass chess pieces (rook and a pawn), one domino, some segments of plastic vine, a series of clips and pins and last but not least. A set of dentures. The dentures are of the flexible variety. They hadn’t been used in quite some time, wrapped up carefully in a bag. Kenneth, a good guy that has been helping me do demo on the place found them first, lucky guy, said it kinda startled him when he first discovered them. Hopefully I can find a  few more little clues to tell me what I want to know about this place.

Will post a picture soon.

Starting to work.

As if a long day working at the office wouldn’t be enough, I decided to crunch a little more on the site.  I am close and I should get over waiting until it is 100% perfect and has all of the bells and whistles. I am not sure where to begin but this is at least a start. I don’t exactly know what I am going to accomplish but eh oh well. Do you really think it is true that the cobbler”s kids have no shoes? I think so. I have been effectively dabbling in a number of professions outside of my own that would be the equivalent to the blogger that their 9 to 5 is baking cakes, managing some project  or building the next biological weapon in secret. I can totally understand the effort to express ones self in such a public way, it is like having your own tabloid however with total editorial control. I am sure I will at least cough up some worth while bits of acceptable observation and experiences. Between those distant ports I will be merely shoveling out my random thoughts and ideas to you the public and see what sticks. Some of these ideas I want to make happen and understand I can not do them alone.