Snow in mississppi

Go figure

Video shoot

For TTOCS REKARP alla dandy shoot

Our date

Hot lady, straw for wine so fine

Making plans.

Nicole is calling to reserve our big date. Dinner and ballet

Chimneyville!

Ginger and I went to the awesome show. Three shows in one

Cock of the walk

My inner ear

Doesn't it look like a joint when opened. I love these pics

I got ear candled

And it looks like my first birthday! Yaye'

Happy thanksgiving

Scoot scoot back!

The car broke down once we got to Austin but I figured out that if you didn't let the accelerator off, then it would eventually go. I had a left foot on the brake and right on the gas. Somewhere out of Texas it remedied itself and then the tires started to sway. Finding out later in the week that I totally blew the tires up with the weight and driving. Had to get two new tires on back. Oh sweet Tabitha (my car) is not wanting to make long trips anymore, she has almost 200,000 miles. The scoot scoot was amazing in Austin, the weather was perfect!

South Congress Weirdness

went to my favorite store Lucy in Disquise and bought my 200 dollars or more of costumes that always seems to happen. My only shopping regiment in the world. I don't buy anything but costumes.! All the shops are super sweet

This much ridiculous

Under the table donni did go to catch a pale o water. And stayed down there. Pizza with Sarah, after many Heinkekens, music, and beyond!

Jackorabbit says what!

this might be tell you how much ridiculous was had!

Donojoos!

CSS, whoop whoop.!

good band, lots o peeps! 

millions o bikes

we scooted right down this alley o bikes. Millions oooooh

first presidential debate in Oxford, from Austin

Interesting. We were walking past one stage to next and just happened to see this scene. The first presidential debates in Oxford Mississippi, on screen in Austin, with disco balls. Funny eh?

Jamie Lidell

that would be the closest we got to a stage and one of the best performances. Jamie Lidell is pretty sweet. 

at my feet, a blanket, a bag, and not my hat

Austin City Limits 2008!

yeah thats the big ass sign stage right.

On the way to Texas! go figure

a state that can mix its oil and its religion. ha. Got back home Tuesday night, tried to pay as many bills and unopened letters as possible and then headed out Texas bound Thursday morning with Donovan on a Donojoos adventure! 10 hours west with new music, the scoot scoot in tow, and hopefully some sun to help my aching heart and body. Hopefully will be a trip to get me back on track and out of hospital ready to be there once again for Nicky nic.

Homeward bound!

Tuesday, going home

I haven't posted a picture in awhile, so i posted one of Susan and Larry all dressed in their C-dif garb and massaging Nicole's foot. It is the happiest image I have of the few that I have taken. I wish I could go around and shoot all the lovely nurses, other patients (the jamaican family and others), the x-ray guy Alex from Russia, the guy that served us food at Windows and on the Ledo deck, just all the people who have been so nice to us, and to Nicole. People are just amazed by her recovery, or life. She truly is a miracle. So, I call these dark days, so I will try to get back to a picture a day, or the photojournal of my life. I slept for three hours and got up to say goodbye and try not to miss my flight which i love to do. It was a teary triumphant goodbye. Nicole has been telling me thank you for so long, God I love her so. She is such a fighter, and I just want her to stay optimistic through everything. We gave her some good words to mouth off at the doctors, "Let me out of here" "I am ready to go" "Sign the papers damnit" and moved her arms around in preparation for the doctors tests. I thought she would be staying till next week. They said once I left she would be out Thursday! Which got her so happy that she moved a toe, which is amazing! Jef is coming tonight, wish he could have been there earlier but this is perfect. He will film her departure and arrival back to Jackson. I caught my flight and I am going home. Ginger and Justin picked me up, went and met Whitney, tried to think, and then went home to eat a waffle and go to bed with my kitties all over me! I have missed home. I love coming home!

Last Monday

I leave tomorrow and want to but don't. I don't want to leave before I know Nicole is ready to go, but I know she is and its time we all got out of here. Forgot that Jordan and I went and packed up Nicole's apartment on Saturday. I went and bought 9 big ass boxes at Staples and walked them on my head to her apartment 10 blocks up. Doing anything in this city is a bitch. I can't wait to try to take a cab back down with the boxes to FedEx. So we packed her room into only three boxes, thank God for minimal New York lifestyles. So Larry and I went Monday to pick her up new glasses and the people were really nice to let us borrow measuring devices. Then we went to the police station to pick her stuff up, or got lost along the way due to false address. The officer wasn't there so that was a waste. Larry bitched at me for my big boxes and we carried them all down the stairs to the street. We had the super of the building and another guy that works at the pharmacy watch the boxes while we tried to hail a cab. This crazy drunk homeless dude comes out of no where and tries to steal a suitcase and just won't leave. The things you deal with on the streets, you never know what you are going to get. Finally we got a cab and they all fit and we took them to FedEx, I returned extra boxes to Staples, and Larry and I walked 10 blocks one way and then 10 the other to get back to the hospital, starved. I think the whole process took 6 hours which only goes to show that it takes forever to do anything in NY. Got some Indian food and Nicole was in great spirits! This was my last night here, I leave tomorrow. So far I have watched so much damn tv on my computer while doing work, I am almost finished with second season of lost. Which watching this in the hospital just makes everything seem like a time warp.

Monday through Monday, hospital repetition

This week, my last week, was similar to every hospital day, or shall i say night. I stay up all night with Nicole to see if she silently coughs and needs suction, or be there so she doesn't freak out when the nurses turn her. Its all an over precaution, but, I feel without us, sometimes the nurses just aren't there, sometimes they take a hour and a half break at three in the  morning.  And yes sometimes Nicole wakes up in a coughing fit that no one can hear and it freaks her out, and she has no way of signaling someone.  This week Nicole's brain came back full swing, she was super attentive to everything that was going on, noises, what we were talking about, her situation. Her tube was finally taken out Tuesday and she was doped most of that day. The next three days were pretty tough, it seemed she was more aware and less doped up, which means not much sleep and worry. Wednesday night after the tube removal she stayed up all night, sleeping maybe 2 hours with a 102 degree fever. Her new Trachiatomy tube was really scaring her, she thinks that she can't breathe when the thing just pops off. The reason it pops off is because she is putting lots of breath behind it. It doesn't look like she is breathing very hard in her lungs but what she puts through her mouth is lots of push, you can almost hear her gurgling in her esophogus some words.  So, needless to say, the thing just popped out 4 times today, it freaked me out the first time too. All sorts of water who knows flew out too. Brenda and I just looked at each other and Nicole looked like death had just slappd her. She stayed up all night praying and saying she didn't want to die. I don't know how many times I had to tell her that she was almost dead two weeks ago, now, she was going to live and laughed at her. She made me hold her hand all night long. It was really hard, I literally had to pass my hand off to her mom the next morning. The rest of the week was about the same, trying to convince Nicole how far she had come and how well she was doing. The place was really starting to piss me off come Friday. So she has about 7 infections, they have her pumped for the last two weeks on all sorts of antibiotics, and now she is conscious of everything. I think Thursday night, we went upstairs to eat with Jordan and Chase on the Ledo deck and when we came back down, Nicole's temp had gone out of control, and infectious disease told us that all the antiobiotics had killed some of her good immune system blockers and she has a new infection called C-dif. This is some pungent clear diahrea that requires everyone to wear a gown at all times in the room and gloves and wash with a special soap afterwards.  I am beginning to think that there are all these bugs flying around and they are trying to keep her here infected to support their large Hospital bill. Over the weekend she started to have her temp come down at least close to 100 or less. That was great. I got to leave Saturday night and go hang and out with Carter, Jordan, and Chase, we got drunk and stayed up most the night. I slept Sunday as a break, got kinda sick. Hopefully not a mixture of food, drinking, and c-dif. It went away soon after. Nicole, Myself, and everyone else is just ready to break the routine of this damn hospital. It seems like we have worn or welcome out, or should be damn close to getting out of here.

Friday through Monday. slow go slow

Her surgery last Thursday was very successful. Everything else, still dangerous and slow. The weekend was a blur, all of this has been a blur of endless nights, similiar situations, and days slept away, and yes more hospital. I think I did go for a beer Friday night, and Carter and I went out for one Saturday. Brenda, thank God, came in Saturday and has been a wonderful distraction and support crew member. We went out last night to a Dominican restaurant for stint, karaoke and dancing. Got to shoot some Tequila and Brenda got a dance. It was good head numbing material. Went for a walk today with my friend Cherie over the interstate and to the Washington Bridge looking splendid in the sunset. It felt almost dreamlike, and kinda like being in the woods of Mississippi. It was nice to see God's beauty amidst the city industry. Its been a similiar story everyday. She is more conscious of pain now, and she was very scared right after her surgery. She had three vagal episodes which were scary as shit. Where her heart beat went way down and her blood pressure spiked, it is like fainting but looks like a damn stroke. After these incidents she is out of it for hours which lead you to believe that she has turned into a vegetable. Which isnt true. Otherwise, the weekend got better as Brenda got in, no bad issues. Her temp is 99 something during the day and spikes up to 102 something at night. Nicole even suggested putting bags of ice under her wrists and head. The girl has an internal fever, the pneumonia in her lungs and other infections are causing it. She doesn't feel it. We continue to move her neck into various different positions and try to hawk over the nurses to make sure they mother the shit out of Nicole before they do anything to her so she doesn't freak out. The nurse was just talking to me about it. They have let me stay in the room for most procedures now so I can eye her in the face and tell her everything is cool (all except one nurse). So, its another night of pain and discomfort and moving and high temps. Today they took the feeding tube our of her nose and put one directly into her gut. They say thats progress but it just sounds like another hole to get an infection. But I am sure its easier to eat than having things go from your nose down. ooooh. They say Trachiatomy for sure in the morning which i hope hope hope pray goes well. If all goes well then maybe we can talk about getting out of here soon. Wait and see, wait and see.

Sunday through Thursday.

I haven't written in awhile. The basic protocol for the past four nights has been to rest as much as possible, try to beat off all of these infections that are invading her body, and get ready for surgery Thursday and Trachiatomy Friday.  It has been nights of restful sleep, happy smiles, mixed with pain and complete discomfort. I know she is physically and mentally ready, everyday she seems more aware of who she is and what she has to do. The problem still is all of these other variables that just don't want her to pass through this easily. I cried my last tears on Sunday, it was Gods day and I knew there were thousands of people praying for her and she was safe.  I just want to know when she makes it over the mortal threshold. I know once she makes it over that fifty percent leap its a race towards the finish line. I just want to know when that is. Right now she has two possible infections from a wound in her back. Then there is the pneumonia which they say can kill her and yes she has. Then there is every other damn hole that was inflicted or put there that could be infected. In total, she has about 5 or more infectious portals into her body now that are keeping her from regaining all over her strength in her chest. Truth be told, after the tube was tried, she still seems to have little breath about her. It is swelling, it is trauma, it is broken bones, it is ribs, it is fluid in the lungs, it is pneumonia attacking her lungs. I just pray that when they finally do this Trachiatomy on Friday she pulls a big breath and says "shit!". I am worried.  I have been up every night from midnight till seven in the morning watching her and comforting her when nurses, doctors, xray techs, blood pressure vampires, and anyone comes by. I really don't see how people make it through this without someone there to constantly  counsel and protect you.  The jamaican family next door is amazing and their strength in prayer and family is what is bringing them through. I feel for the people who are on the other side of us who have no family or someone hasn't arrived yet. They are constantly prodded and poked, as far as they know they might have been abducted by aliens. I have heard people scream and cry and two have died so far. Its a strange place to be, like a very bright flourescent place that is full of miracles and death. A purgatory office space.  Everyday the nurses (God bless these ladies) and doctors are getting better at letting us be a part of the process. They have let me stay in the room and help position, push, pull, whatever it takes to get this girl better. As I said, many sleepless nights and days consumed with benadryl to keep me from bad dreams till the afternoon. We have eaten well, people have been amazing on all fronts, its a wonder that I think anything could go wrong. I have come to the conclusion that God loves the crap out of this girl, that without his love, she would have persished long long ago. After seeing where she fell, I know that I would have died. But all these minute road bumps  are as equally nerve racking as her having a stroke. But, everyday, she for one is coming more aware of who she is and her face is alive.  She woke up Tuesday morning asking for a beer. She has been asking for one everyday, numerous times. We have played her music, read her notes, brought her flowers to look at and then bring outside (someone brought her flowers in a pint of beer). Things have been good and slowly slowly slowly getting somewhere.

   Tuesday night she was up for two hours in pain, she is getting past little pain medicine doing anything, her neck is in constant pain because she is moving more and more.  They have to suction her (which is taking the tube in her throat and pushing it down into her lungs to pick up excesss fluids) which she use to hate now she loves and clean her mouth out with endless tubes and brushes. They are trying to keep the infections down. In turn trying to keep her fever under 101. Wednesday night fine. Today was a terrifying day.  I left her around 7am and she was doing super super great and ready for her surgery. Around 8am she was getting suctioned and apparently she had a small reaction where her heart and blood pressure just dropped, they termed it a vagal episode. I woke up to hear this, luckily, she was with all of her surgeons and they handled it quickly. Her surgery was fine, it was great. When she got back to the room she was up. We thought she me might be out most of the day. I went to eat with sister, Chase and Elizabeth.  I got back and she was up, her mom told me she had another vagal episode. This time her heart and blood pressure did drop considerably. I have been back for about three hours and I can tell its going to be a long night. As long as I have her looking at me during suction she seems to be far from freaking out. She is freaking though, she is hurting bad in the neck, her tube is killing her, and pain medicine isn't doing it. She says she isn't worried about the suction but I can tell she is. Her temperature is 101.7 now and she won't stop moving. I wish she could just lay still and handle the pain, it seems like the best answer now, getting her to do that is the problem. She is to conscious and strong for her broken body to keep up. I am frustrated if you can't tell. I want to stop her pain now.

Saturday, almost there but no

I woke from at least 7 hours or more sleep. I felt better than I have this whole time. I went and got coffee and came down around 8am. She was sleeping and from what Susan and Larry told me she was well rested most of the night. And, she was at the end of the breathing machine. What she was pushing was what it was giving, she was almost off. Which was the best thing i could ever wake up too. She spent most of the next four hours in conscious sleep. She woke up and was very vocal with her eyes, didn't seem like much pain, more excitement. I think we were all really excited she was going to get that tube out of her mouth. When you ask her if she is ready to get out of here, she gives the biggest nod up and down. Damnit I loved her spirit today! She isn't swinging her head in negative refusal as much or desperately trying to move her arms up to her head. Actually her arms are working better today that i have seen them. Around noon another doctor came in to check on her preparedness for removal. I was very excited they let me stay in the room to rouse her, which is what we do, we are her damn support team beside her 24/7.  She was optmistic, an hour later, three doctors, and we did the same routine, they were very optimistic too. Her breath level was low but she nodded her head to get that damn thing off. Susan came down after noon and Larry around 2. They proceeded to do lots of tube work where the thing turned into a vaporizer for an hour. They took painful blood work into her arteries to find her oxegen levels. This place never stops its routines, blood every two hours, xrays every four. its never ending. Which i guess is good but it always seems like they come at the worst times. Well around 4 they told us they were going to do it so we convened to the waiting room. After an hour of hopeful anticipation the doctor came back and said she couldn't even draw her first breath. They had to reinsurt the tube, different place and put her way back up on the machine. This game is so up and down. When you go forward 3 steps, you then go back 2.7, which in all, you are going up, but its so painful to know that its so slow. They doped her up pretty well after that and we didn't bring it up that afternoon when she roused. We had her ready, she seemed ready, but the pain it seems is still so great that her strong body isn't ready to fight. So, now it seems we rest tomorrow, Sunday, and try again Monday, same game. If that doesn't work then we try something more drastic. It seems like we always in a race against the clock, they are worried that if we don't get the tube out soon she might be prone to more diseases, such as pneumonia, which would easily take her. Everything has mortal danger written on it, everywhere you look. We ate dinner while nurse Mary turned over to nurse Celly. These nurses are amazing, lots of compassion and general optimism. The doctors, not so much, they like to look down and walk by. Our team is going to change the tide, this family's optimism is going to win, our support team can't be broken. We will rest tomorrow on God's day and fight again Monday. Please pray for Nicole tomorrow and for sure come Monday morning. 

Friday. nothing

Susan and Larry woke me up on the couch before Lunch. I had written a big word of encouragment for Nicole last night so Larry and I could deliver it to her so she would be ready. The girl just has to know that she is going to fine. She has performed a miracle so far. If she had been any older and less fit she would be dead. Everything has been a slow miracle. Well she freaked this morning as they were trying to lower her levels on the breathing machine. Today was slow and torture. After trying that they started giving her new medicine. More regular pain medicine and anti deppresants, which once administered it drove her crazy. I had a very low hour of just trying to calm her and quit her from moving her one mobile arm. She looked like she was in so much pain, I know this girl, and looking into her eyes and her facial expresssions is just like talking directly to her soul. It hurt so bad, to love, and to look at someone in pain. I lost it for a bit and turned it over to Larry who has never seemed to lose it. I got in a low mood and my sister and chase came over again. We hung out upstairs for a bit in the Cruise deck lounge area. I talked to my priest, prayed, and tried to start up funner conversations. Averting is all i can do to stop thinking about it. I have moments of strength and positivity and then i crumble and cry. I feel weak. I went out to get some Benadryl with jordan/chase and came back to see she was in good hands for the night. My father was wonderful enough to help me rent a room for three nights on the floor above. I went to bed before midnight saying prayers that Chuck had sent me. One day bad, one day good, one day bad, tomorrow good. But it isn't even that, she is improving everyday, less tubes in her today, not ready on the breathing, tomorrow something less hopefully. She has done everything so far past expectations, she will get better, and it will take time. This is a great lesson in taking it slow.

Thursday. majic

Today was a good day or an uneventful day. She was very responsive when waking her up, or at least she smiled once everytime (90%) of the time. I still am in limbo here at the hospital. Susan and Larry got a room last night and i slept on the couch till about noon. I guess we went to lunch, and went to dinner. They did more xrays on her legs to determine damage there, which was slightly disconcerting. These doctors and nurses are amazing but sometimes it seems like they are backtracking its lots of ways.  She fell off a five story building and didn't break any or her arms or legs, wow, how did she do that? All the trama was done on her midsection and back. It was an amazing day too, stories from the rooms next door had us all excited. Miracles were happening. Susan had started up a journal or the days on Caringbridge.org and  prayers were flooding in. Daily thousands of people came to tell how much Nicole meant to them. I have been pretty bad on talking to people still. I get extremely emotional when it comes to people I care about. My sister and Chase came yesterday and she is the only family confidant I can talk to (and yes cry on) She has been amazing in helping. Others, I just want them to stay away until Nicole gets past the ICU. We got a slightly good word from the doctors and it looks like they want to take out her breathing tube tomorrow. Everythiing was looking up up up. Went went out to eat and a random irish pub karaoke bar, I felt bad but we needed food and it was the best meal I have had yet 

(steak of course). They say that we must take care of ourselves to take care of her. I haven't taken care of myself in a long time so I kinda feel like I am going to have a heart attack every hour. But i felt good tonight. We came back and the two nurses on duty were amazing, Sanghamitra (Sang) is a down to earth kick as nurse and Stephanie is a blond haired travelling snacker. They let me stay in the room most of the night Nicole while they worked. We danced, we played music on my laptop. And nicole seemed in good spirits when she was roused. Majic was in the air today and I was happy and positive. I slept in the room with her that night for a bit and then hit the couch early am and put Larry on duty. Things were looking good.

Wednesday

We found out today about the 4mm cut in her artery which was going to keep things to a minimum for awhile. What would be best for her was to rest and try to regain energy in her body, release harmful fluids, and let all the pressure from her body reside slightly. Any intense action might cause another stroke, which would damage her brain. Today, which has been very similiar to many seemed to be very long. I think we managed lunch at some late hour. It is hard to tell, time and space is not really all together in this hospital. I couldn't tell you when i slept, when i ate, what frame of reference I was in. She slept most of the day and was roused hourly to check on her status. Her smiles at me melt me to the core. They are the only thing that are keeping me hopeful. We stayed up through the night just giving her encouraging words and love. They have given her aspirin to thin her blood as to not have anymore strokes. I think they took it as light as they could today.

Tuesday, I got there

Today was spent in travel. I went and saw my dad for the first time today so he could give me something for Nicole. I got so teared up. I went and packed everything else up at the studio for Nicole and Jef gave me a ride to the airport.  Jackson, to Baltimore, then to NY. Tim-o, Nicole's old roomate and good friend drove all the way out to Long Island to pick me up. I got the hospital at 11pm to hear the worst news I have ever heard. I was expecting Nicole to be the same as she was the other day. The way Cherie and Carter had told me she was. Thumbs up and ready to recover. Instead I found out even worse news, her fall had left her with a small 4mm gash in one of her arteries. She had a stroke when she fell and was having some kind of small stroke when i got there. She had made it through surgery all day yesterday and it had somehow leaked into her brain today. I found my lovely dancer lost. She could barley open her eyes, she couldn't talk, she had a tube down her throat, and she was lifeless from head down. At one point I almost fainted, one doctor came by and asked about what we wanted to do if she never moved again. I couldn't breathe as they rushed her off to a very fast catscan. While we waited the night through in tears and prayers, she came back the room in the ICU. Oddly as the night progressed she was woken up every hour from the pain medicine. Upon early morning she knew who I was and had the most beautiful smile on her face that I had ever seen. I couldn't tell you what time i went to sleep on the floor in the waiting room or how long. It was a terrible day

Monday was so horrible.

i woke up late. I had packed everything last night and as the 1pm time rolled around I got a call that my flight was cancelled. I was so damn distraught. I wanted nothing than to be next to my lady and there was another hurricane coming. What was God doing? I spent the day alone in my studio just doing aimless work trying to keep my head numb but offering up prayers and questions to the skies. Susan and Larry said she was going into her first surgery on her upper neck and very dangerous 12 hour surgery. Come to find out Tuesday that it was successful and only took 8 hours. Thank God! I tried on Jef's recommendation to come over and eat something. Whitney and I went over and I started drinking fast. Soon as I knew it I was drunk, not having anything to eat all day, and walking outside to run away. I have been crying all the time and I just had to leave. Nothing seemed of importance except Nicole in my life. The stupid elections, the damn hurricane, everything that was in my face. Whitney took me back up to the Studio in tears and I once again resumed doing aimless shit to keep me off thinking. Matt Wender came up later and drank me stupid. We walked around in the rain that was Gustav, nothing more than rain. Why my flight couldn't leave was killing me. I stayed up late but I don't know what time I went to sleep. I hate to say that I drank to forget, but its all i could do till I got there.

Sunday through Tuesday

Things were rough for the next two days. I couldn't talk to anyone. I was in constant contact with Susan who got up to NY Sunday night. Nicole had apparently fallen off her 5 story apartment building while trying to scale down to a window.  The super had miraculously seen her 8 hours later on a Saturday and called the cops. Harlem hospital was luckily right across the street. Sunday she was transported over to New York Presbyterian which is one of the nations best neurological hospitals in the world. From what I knew Sunday, she had broken a bone in her upper neck, one in her lumbar, most of her ribs on one side, her pelvis, but no head trauma or internal bleeding (a little in her lungs), but that she had miraculously survived after 8 hours is a miracle. I was hysterical and couldn't be around anyone. I got together with Jaymee for lunch and after that I shut myself in my studio. Whitney came by later and so did Jef. I was up late trying to numb my head and not cry. We made Nicole artwork and Jef and I made her a funny square box that she could touch to get people to get her something. I really just cried and tried to fill my life with aimless work to forget. I couldn't go to church, people that cared for me just made me sad. I was also very very nervous about the weather. My flight was out on Monday and another damn Hurricane (Gustav) was threatening the coast and New Orleans again. I went to bed very early in the morning.

THE 121 BENEFIT SHOW!

This day has changed my life. I got up this Saturday morning after many nights late work to have a phone call from Nicole's mother. She had been found between her building by her super and detectives had said she had fallen. I fell to my knees in disbelief. I couldn't even fathom something hurting my amazing girl. She was invincible. For the next two hours or more I called everyone in NY, trying to find all of her friends, and get someone to the Harlem hospital pronto to check on her and tell her help was coming. Her parents frantically bought two different tickets and were going in the morning, I got a ticket Monday. So, as you can guess, I wasn't myself all day. But the event that night, which I want to call a  benefit for the 121 and Nicole, was a huge success. I wore a short for Nicole and got all of her friends to sign it, everyone was in disbelief and I was going to try not to think about it till I was with her. I got word from Cheree that she was alive and giving her thumbs up. Overall there were probably 300 people at the event and a good bit of money was raised for the AC. As odd as life is, it was a good day to know that my fighter was still alive and that things went well at the 121.

t shirts in the making!

went and bought some ink and got some screens made thanks to Chane. Everything is a rush to have something to benefit with. David Stephens was super cool in making us 120 posters before the event and I ordered 700 bucks worth or more of stickers, postcards, banners, and beyond. I love this place. 

Small guys at work

and being under 130, we can climb the rafters like monkeys to hang the lights. whoop

Another Wednesday night at 121

can't believe we have so much going on down here. Wednesday was another movie night with bands. There were actually tons of people out while we worked in Gallery. 

Austin trying to pull down the ceiling

none of us weight over 130 pounds it seems so trying to pull things out of the ceiling was pretty damn funny.

something special in the making

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installation to be? hmmm

Week of preparation

pretty much the whole week before the 30th was everyday and night preparation. We cleaned walls, took our the whole front room and talked art and drank beer. It was fun, tiring, and lots of work! This is gallery

80's party!

Saturday night was the 121 show and it was a success! Lots of people and the bands were excellent. Got us really excited about the benefit coming up. Darra went to the Bond event with me so I went to an 80's birthday party with her and Leslie Sunday night. It was odd and fun, as all 80's fun is. jooswhoop

Max remembered.

While gone Max had passed away. Jef and Brenda's beloved dog. He meant the world to them and they had a benefit for him and organization that put him in their hands. Grady played some blues at Starbucks. 

on the Quaceta show!

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this weekend was preparation for the show. Friday we went on Daniel Guacs Radio show to talk about the event and the 121. Oh, and Bear Colony did a live set. They are playing Saturday night with Walking Bones and another band from Hattiesburg, an excellent night. Tyler and Matthew and I had fun on the radio, always do. 

but there was gambling

for entertainment only. lovely laws. People were just throwing for nothing, not even candy. ha

Jackson Arts Council event

Thursday night. Got Darra to be a cigar girl to redeem two tickets to a fun dress up Jackson night. It was a James Bond event. Lots of artwork, people, and some bit of fun. I live in such a conservative place. That is really all I have to say about the whole thing. But the martini glasses glowed in the dark, that was cool

Best Mail ever!

Had lots of mail in my absense but thought this was cute. My friends sent me a check for a print with pictures their daughter drew.  The whole thing was ripped in half and sent to me finally in a bag that says "We Care" in big letters. love it

back to the 121!

Got back to Jackson and yes had a hell of a transition to get to the Southern working life. My cats missed the poo out of me! Back up to the 121 Wednesday night to see talk about getting the Gallery ready for our Benefit show on the 30th. One room has to be completely ripped out and painted. As does everything.

heading home

tina came to visit me last night in Long Island and everything was super cool. I think after an hour of sleep I was finally on a plane back to Jackson. Two week of adventures and fun, and work. Love it. joos

Missed my flight!

So, taking an hour and a half train is not easy to catch a flight. So after dealing with watching the plane fly over me, rebooking for getting up 5am, dealing with hotel people (trying to get a room in Long Island under 100 bucks wasn't easy, but we got it), cabs, this that, its damn tiring to miss a flight. So I have been blogging. And the beds inflate to your sleep number. ha. Nicole is coming over after work. Maybe I will make it back tomorow!