Bike Trainer+Open Exposure.

I got this awesome Lime Green bike trainer for Christmas

so I can crush in any weather (like BirdMan).

Cool picture of me working on my cadence.

Only 3 months until spring hits the city. I got to get ready.

My Christmas.

My Christmas was infinitely more adorable than your

Christmas.

That, I can guarantee.

Lady.

Lady got Diabetes for Christmas.

That's not a joke, my dog has Diabetes.

Papa got a flat screen.

My Papa leapfrogged into the 21st century today when I

drove down to Ortonville to replace his analog tubed TV

with this 40" Samsung LCD TV my family got him for

Christmas.

Now he can watch the Tigers get his hopes up only to let

him down at the last second, in HD!

Trapped in the Closet (Part 9)

It's been nice having a closet for the last 5 days.

Suitcases are over-rated.

Rochester Hills Crushin'

I forgot my toothpaste in Clinton Hill.

Luckily, I still had some left over Chinese Crest.

Formica counter tops.

Stella gets her boots on.

Met up with Stella last night and driving around with the

stock summer Dunlops got pretty treacherous. This

morning I drove over to Callahan's to pop the winter

wheels/tires on. Under heavy breaking on loose/icy

surfaces, stopping distances are dramatically reduced

and ABS activation all but disappeared. Traction under

acceleration is confidence inspiring, but with the traction

control turned off, I can still get her to step out a little

for hooning/being 16 years old.

She likes that I made them gold for her.

She's undecided on the Honda center caps.

Andy.

Took some pictures of Andy tonight for a project Ben is

working on.

Some of them came out alright.

Safety Goggles.

I found some shop glasses at work that

looked 45 years old. I took them home

for the weekend so I could take pictures

of people wearing them against white

walls with tungsten lighting.

B.Townsend=Hungover

R.Callahan= Wet from Rain

M.Leon= Working Class Glamour.

Homemade Pop Tarts.

I am a firm believer in karma. Case in

point: I help this young lady spackle and

not 3 days later we make baked goods.

Home made Pop Tarts even! Hope you

enjoyed the process pictures.

Strawberry with Rainbow Frosting.

Obviously.

Spackle Lesson.

Christie had some holes in her walls and

I had a wealth of information concerning

the theory and application of spackle.

Now Christie's walls are hole-less and

ready for paint.

Going to art school was clearly a wise

decision.

No Use.

Crying over spilled wine.

Luckily, that wall is getting painted pretty soon.

Composition.

The room where ceilings bend and dust

lives.

I kind liked the shapes this environment

and objects made.

Took a picture.

Bed Stuy.

My new home. BedStuy.

Famous for:

Spike Lee Joint "Do the Right Thing"

Notorious B.I.G.

Racial/Social Unrest.

G Thang.

But uh, back to the lecture at hand.
Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let 'em understand,
From a young G's perspective.

Movin.

This wall reminds me of that Star Mural

off of Michigan Ave in Detroit right next

to Slow's BBQ across from the abandoned

Train Station.

The yellow is almost an exact match.

!REWARD!

?Who uses a stock photo/clip art of a generic dog?

?!Really!?

Photo Adventure.

Photo Adventure: Bed Stuy, Clinton

Hill, Fort Green Edition.

A little bit of texture, a little bit of

grid and a dash of DJ Mayonnaise

Hands.

Hood Rich!

Got a quarter tank of gas in my new E class
But that's alright 'cuz I'm gon' ride
Got everythang in my momma name
But I'm Hood Rich.

Reading at Earshot.

My third and final Poetry Reading in the

city took place in Brooklyn at the Rose

Bar. Keegan finally shared his stuff with

us and it was pretty decent, even if his

nervousness was detectable through

his prose.

His dad came out and Keegan dedicated

his set to said father. It was cute and

his dad was pretty rad.

Pretty rad.

MoMA

When you go to the "Top of the Rock"

you get free admission to MoMA. Had

a rad collection of industrial design

which included an original Willy's

Jeep. Mom got hyped about Picasso

and Matisse. There were two exhibitions

for Tim Burton and Bauhaus.

No Damien Hirst though.

Skyline: Part Deux

View of Manhattan from the Top of
30 Rockefeller Plaza.

Top of the Rock.

Took Madre up to the top of 30 Rock where
there are three observation levels on 78, 79
and 80. Took a few shots of the surrounding
environment.

The skyline was decent, but the coolest part
of the experience was being higher than Jack
Donaghy.

General Electric.

30 Rockefeller Plaza.

29th Floor.

Mom came into town to hang out for the weekend.
We are staying at a hotel roughly 20 yards Herald
Square/Macy's. We are staying on the 29th floor
of a Hilton that sells Dr. Pepper in the lobby. By
far the most Luxe (and by Luxe I mean there are
not factions of rats and pigeons engaging in battle
in the wall inches away from where I sleep) thing
I have done on my stay here in NYC.

Their TV had Inglorious Basterds on Demand.

and this view.