I Think It'd Be Cool If They Still Did X-rays In Shoe Stores.

Fascinating article from Wired about the history of photography to capture what the human eye can't. It's worth the read.

I Would Literally Be Staring At The Ceiling All Day.

I don't know how anyone would get any work done. Love the quote at the end of the article though.

Another Stupid Question You Shouldn't Ask Me.

I think it should be a common rule of etiquette not to ask about someone's availability without first saying why. Nothing frustrates me more (I'm exaggerating) than someone asking me something like, "Hey, so what are you doing next Thursday?"

Whenever I get asked that question, I immediately rack my brain for a vague answer. Why? Because whether or not I'm busy depends on why you're asking. Want me to help you haul stuff to the dump? Oh, I'm sorry, I already have plans for that day. Want me to fill in for you on a $40/hour shoot? Sure! My schedule's free and clear!

Most of the time, my answers have been along the lines of "Oh, I have a job penciled in, but nothing's definite yet" but you can only use that so many times. Plus, work's been notoriously slow these days, so I'm getting even less mileage out of it.

So help me out here folks. A simple sentence like "What are you doing tomorrow? I need someone to _____" would avoid a lot of future awkwardness.

Instead Of Your Heart On Your Sleeve, It's Colored Lights On Your Chest.

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At first I thought this was a bit cheesy, but then it got amazing beautiful. Must watch it!

Amazing Hand Drawn Work By David Bray.

It pretty much goes without saying that I wish I could draw like this guy.

To Mervyns: A Love Letter.

As weird as it may sound, I have fond memories of Mervyns. Despite having a stigma about it of being the Walmart of department stores, their selection and prices were appealing for a young girl trying to transition from the grungy-tomboy look to the cute-girl-next-door one.

Even as I got older and fashion wiser, I'd still occasionally return to buy a belt or other accessory. Due to their lack of logos on their clothing, it was the perfect place for getting those basic items like camisoles and cardigans that no one would be able to tell where you got from anyway. It was the store you go to all the time, but would be embarrassed to be caught shopping in.

I'll admit that I'm sad to see the store go though. Some of my earliest shopping memories were of Mervyns, and I guess I just assumed it'd always be there.

Anyway, I decided to check it out one last time while I was at the mall the other day and I scored these:

Cute, cheap, and without a designer name or label in sight. Ahh... That's so Mervyns.

Gotta Love Tulsa...

I don't know if this is supposed to paint the business of drug dealing in a good light or bad. On the one hand, the cops took my Escalade. But on the other, hey! I had an Escalade! Either way, I found it hilarious.