on the road

Burning Man is about to begin. Andrew and I are driving 10 hrs from LA to Reno tomorrow to pick up Josh and Joe and then head to the playa on Thursday am...we'll be sitting in a jacuzzi and playing a few hands of blackjack in betwen. We have 5 bikes I bought on Craig's List, a rented sorry excuse for a pickup truck, no food or water at the moment, but at least we have headlamps and Josh has a pillow.

So far, BM has been happening in Sebastopol, where my beloved "El Dicktator" has been managing the formation of the Uber Tuber Camp. Trials and tribulations include: a tire that popped off the Mr Potatohead Mobile, a trailer with no functioning lights where the gracious Duncan and Mary are shacking up, and one food-poisoned cousin Joel.

We have far flung freaks from Bangkok to Baghdad...a few from Mexico...lots of shirtless gay guys, and very few meat eaters. No blogging from there, but this blog will become a dusty repository for what is to come, and what, at that point, will have been.

viva mi fuente!

my best design work all year: a polished, stained concrete fountain with small glass vases siliconed into it. j'adore j'adore!

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Mile High Rides Again

MH STASH (flash drive)

MH SWITCH (plug adaptor)


The gift show is in nyc this week. I call it the yardsale of tomorrow because it's usually chock-full of things you'll regret buying when you get them home. I'm pretty sure the aviary theme in pillowcases and sheets will be in full-flight.

Our MileHigh products are represented there, in one of the only booths with a dj no less. And we do stand out amidst the candles and swarovski crystal horse figurines. Here's a couple of our new prods, which are debuting at the show this week.

Daftpunk in Brooklyn

Saw daftpunk last night. A total stadium show but with an urban edge. Somehow the left robot daftpunk dude was sexy. still trying to figure that one out. Their costumes remind me of the moog cookbook.Did they sow the seeds for daftpunk in terms of synthbot sounds...

Designs for a Guitar Pick

Just came across these guitar pick designs i did last year.

Amigas y Princesas

I will miss my SMA amigas! xoxoxoxo

Spanish Words

Sometimes it's easier for me to learn spanish words if i think in pairs:

trasero (butt) y tesoro (treasure)--muy logical!

espejo (mirror) y pandejo (asshole)--makes for a good song lyric.

enano (dwarf) y un ano (anus)--yipes. don't mix it with un año. (year)
pero si tienes un enano en un ano por un año, you in truuuuuuubble.

Lo Mismo

Huevos a la Mexicana con queso...a 1010 Pie en SMA. No puedo comerlo cada dia...(escuché hay mucho fibra en frijoles!)

I wish i had her cheeks.

Alexander Hamilton, hubba hubba

The hottest founding father evah.

Purple Mountain's Majesty

Being a Missile Dick Chick (desperately trying to raise money for a documentary right now) is my personal declaration of Matriotism. Some people don't get it, but it's truly freedom of expression in the clearest sense of the word. And being an MDC fulfills my teenage dream to be Abbie Hoffman's lover. It commemorates the gagging of Bobby Seale and makes me wonder why Scooter Libby remains unleashed and unvaccinated. It questions the absolutely f%$%$-ed up way the American Dream has gone from "justice for all" and being "born with inalienable rights" to wanting a bigger house, car and bra for your wife. Political theatre. Remember how the Chicago 8 tried to levitate the Pentagon, as an exorcism? I don't either, but I've read about it.

That reminds me. I did meet Abbie Hoffman in the late 80s. I had just gone to college and finished reading his biography over that summer. I had "backstage passes" to his debate with G. Gordon Liddy, which took place at Boston College. I was craving some advice as to how to go about decoding all the misinformation we were being fed. It was the age of the Sandanistas. Latin American coups were big. And many of Hoffman's writings advocate being an activist first, and student second.

When i got to speak to him, I asked him what people of my generation were supposed to do. He basically looked me deadpan in the eye and said "the Pope can fuck, he has the ring!" Alas, it never really made sense to me in terms of giving me actual direction, but I appreciate the sentiment now. Especially with the Jesus Clone on the slab, getting ready to zombie-out and eat sinners any day now. We all know an ambitious Cardinal or sub-Pope has stolen the shroud!

On a tangible note, we spent the day celebrating our heritage at Taboada, our favorite hot spring, Olympic size pool in San Miguel, Mexico. I did ask everyone who their favorite founding father is, and it seems Ben Franklin scores pretty high. Is it the kites? the hemp? the fetish for french haute couture? Personally I have a thing for Alexander Hamilton, "ye ole money bags," primarily because he looks surfer-hot on those new large-faced $10 bills.

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