If you could have seen what I've seen with your eyes.

On the edge of Blade Runner is a one hour documentary on Philip K. Dick's vision, from conception as Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep through to its celluloid release as Blade Runner. Regardless of your knowledge of Sci-Fi, the Author, or the story, this documentary does a great service in bringing the love/hate conflict of future thinking in America to light.

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Throwing Caution

My pals Donnie Sticksel and Mike Rook are heading out on a big ol' road trip to find jobs in the ad world. They're going coast to coast and documenting the whole thing on their joint myspace profile...Throwing Caution, as in throwing caution to the wind 'cuz they quit their jobs to do this.

And ladies, Donnie is looking for love along the way. Seriously. His goal is to get a date a night while on the road.

Click THE GOODS to check out Donnie's romance portfolio.

All I can say is: Godspeed, knaves. I look forward to the point that this trip becomes a mobile cage match.

The Perfect Campaign

My buddy Todd Norem, called me a while back and asked me to update his online portfolio with some new work that he'd done. Two months later, I actually got around to looking at the files he sent me and I just about lost my shit. After finally updating his site (sorry, dude), I present you a link to the best ad campaign I've seen in a long time (click on the Ed navigation at the top). While your at it check out his blog Between The Grooves.

MMRRADIO1000

I am fucking old. MMR is 280 issues strong. MMRRadio just had their 1000th broadcast. And you know what? Nothings changed. Still true to the scene, still accessible, still punk. Congrats! If you aren't lucky enough to have an actual radio station that carries MMR, tune into their podcasts at the MMRRadio website or iTunes. If you do it soon enough you can still listen to the milestone 1000th show which is hella-rad, seriously.

Mt. Holly Citywide Garage Sale

Next Friday and Saturday August 8th & 9th 9:00am 6:00pm. Special earlybird specials Thursday night 7:00pm - 8:00pm for myspace folks.

Loads of stuff.

Vintage clothes, yeti scalps, hybrid animals, hj/bj/tj, board games, Jonathan Living Seagull record, tukes, canned foods, soviet cold-war secrets, a brick, the real Hope diamond, prosthetic limbs, old radios, bikes, chairs, free books, shrunken heads, matisses, picassos, hopes, dreams, genomes, baby clothes, toilet brush, giant sea monkeys, the jaws of life, deathrattles, cochina dolls, linaments and ointments, fireplugs, shellephones, enigma machines, golden fleeces (2 for 1), slaves, rubiks links (unsolved), spanish fly, kitchenware, nuclear secrets, taxadermy, personality inventories, anti-gravitational technology, doillies, traceless firearms and ammo - lots of ammo.

If you have anything you would like us to sell for you, price it, and drop it off.

Mt. Holly Community Center
305 Holmes St S
Mt. Holly, MN 55379

or call 612.804.9386

Straight from the Hashem's mouth

I could link to every article that Hashem Bajwa posts to his blog or just send you right to the source – Brain Sells. I met Hashem while working out at Goodby Silverstien & Partners. What he does there is nothing short of visionary. Seriously, I can't put any other title to him. If there is something evolutionary happening to the medium or the message he is on it. Want a peek into the future? <Link>

You bring me joy

DoppelHaeger

Let's do the math. There's this a 37-year old guy from a suburb of Minneapolis. You following me? He currently lives in California. Ok? He's obsessed with native plants, creating self-sufficient city lots, and sticking it to the man. Here's the clincher. His last name is Haeg. Hang on. Hang on. His first name is Fritz and his vision was highlighted in last week's New York Times. I'm understandably scared shitless.

My Hero

Yet more from Rockin' Rod Strychnine.

Screaming Lord Sutch. 60's rocker and fellow aspiring Civil Serviceman for the Official Monster Raving Loony Party.

I never dreamed that I would get to see this man in action until now. Thes are the same girls that screamed for The Beatles (but for obviously different reasons).

Future...PAST!

Everyday, I become more blown away by how the web is evolving. We all hear the success stories of young, unsigned bands hitting the big time through myspace and YouTube. But, I'm telling you that all this Dick Tracy technology is an amazing portal to the past.

Rockin' Rod Strychnine has been the Mr. Peabody to my Sherman, setting the Way Back Machine on stun. If you have any interest in all things mod, you need to add him to your myspace friends now and keep you eyes on his bulletins. Daily, he presents videos that I could never have dreamed existed, nonetheless that they would show up on my virtual doorstep.

Case in point – This mindblowing footage of The Monks testifying:

Caroliner

With the rise in popularity of bands like Deerhoof, Black Dice and Wolf Eyes, I have to think back to a great band that bridged the void between the new noise and the old freakout scene of Butthole Surfers. Caroliner changed their name with each album or single they put out. Each output was hand packaged in a manner that reflected a day-glo hobo's nest. From the Caroliner Rainbow Hernia Milk Queen "Rear End Hernia Puppet Show" Lp (my copy came packaged in a sleeve festooned with creosote and the contents of a vacuum cleaner bag) to Caroliner Rainbow Susans and Bruisins "The Cooking Stove Beast" Lp (this one packaged in a chopped up and half-unraveled sweater and water-damaged paged from a WWII era diary), each record was a sonic haystack compiled of garbled falsettos, banjos and over-blown hurdy-gurdys.

Even more legendary are the tales of Caroliner concert performances. Two day set-ups, playing in the rafters, musicians buried beneath giant, shapeless, flourecent piles of costuming were just part of the experience. Caroliner actually played the chaotic compositions of their records, which i think none of us thought possible.

Keep your eyes open. It's been over 20 years since their formation but rumors abound that they still play live on ocassion. And the records do pop up from time to time.

Find out more about Caroliner straight from the singing bull's mouth:
< Interview 1 > < Interview 2 >

Mother Please!

Sound Opinion

Thanks to rock & roll nerdfest Sound Opinions and their recent episode deconstructing Revolver, I can honestly say that for the first time in my life, I'm down with The Beatles . . . a little bit. This is a huge step for me as I have been in The Stones' camp for as long as I can remember. Admittedly, it's no Cosmic Slop, (sorry, Todd) but it's a great indulgence. If you are not lucky enough to get his show on your public radio station, call them, demand it, and then start downloading it <here>.

Lord of the barnyard

"Drew left the farm because he needed to. Drew returned to the farm. Because he needed to." It seems a bit to simple a staement. Once it sinks in it becomes a complex concept.

I Fling Poo is the Blog by the last 23-year-old you would ever expect to run a farm.

Drew is an amazingly talented advertising creative as his entertainimg approach to squeezing lemonade out of horse-apples will attest. Hey, it's the only Left-Wing Rural Ohio Swingers Newsletter that I subscribe to and you should, too. <link> <myspace>

Regrets. . . I've had a few.

One of the longest-running regrets is that I never continued the ham radio training I received in the Boy Scouts. It has pretty much so haunted me most of my adult life. Reminder pop up frequently - From finding a functioning 1950's Hallicrafters receiver at a garage sale that I used while living in Olympia to study Mandarin Chinese from Radio Taipei to picking up a pack of a OM's QSL Cards at Aladdin's Lamp Antiques in Bellingham, WA.

So I was on a book hunt and came across this amazing book that gives the reader a look into the entire lifetime of a ham radio operator. History, social networking, and wonderfully amateur designed QSL cards, Its an intimate autobiography of that weird uncle or neighbor we all had that plopped a big ol' antenna or a half-dozen antennae on top of his rambler in bumfuck, nowhere, who spent all of his free time holed up in his basement making friends around the world, in 1975, preceding the internet, instant messenger, and myspace by 20 years.

Hello World, A Life in Ham Radio is a great read for anyone. And youworkforthem.com is a great resource for any art director or designer.

Big Black Balls

Sorry for the header on this post, but in all honesty, that's what you are going to find at yugop.com . Some amazing little applications here. Any of you who know me well know about my love of both innocent design and sci-fi. Put both of these together and you have the type of programming that Yugo Nakamura exhibits. Clean scientific representation of organic interactivity. Play around with this stuff. It seems so simple yet makes you shake your head - gravity, inertia, and reflexive reaction make you wonder why the rest of the web seems so static.

Jambo - Geographic Social Networking

Sign up, build your profile, log on, and connect with other users. Sounds pretty routine. The twist here is that the program will work whether you are on line or not, which allows users to peer-to-peer in places they normally couldn't, like on an airplane. I seriously don't understand how this can work, but I will try it. This was a big hit at this year' SXSW and has been written up all over the place so it must be legit. Sign up, let me know what you find and while you are at it, look for me: MayorMike.

HamburgerEyes DiversifEyes

Hey, Sack-tap! Have you checked out Hamburger Eyes lately? Well you should and get a subscription while you're at it. Check out F.A.R.T. (fideo audio research team) to catch the latest from the young peoples series Hamburger High, watch Ray get his ass kicked, witness proof positive that Bigfoot exists and raps, and submit your own videos for release on their upcoming DVD release. Also, check out The Pie for selected prints, currently amazing fiber based prints from Ted Pushinsky. While your at it visit The Blogg Pound for photoblogs featuring great shots like this one by Nacho Supreme.

Ahhhh. 1987!

Here we go. As if I didn't have too much on my plate. The Mayor's Office is open and I am longing for the simple days as an 18-year-old hoofing it to Ragstock on Washington Avenue in the spring sunshine and my only care was trying to figure out if Husker Du sold out and if they did, did that mean I was a sell out for loving this song.