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things i like:
rock'n'roll, country, punk & metal.
bands that combine all four successfully.
design, graphic & interior.
the intersection of philosophy & sociology.
ampersands.
andrew wk.
emergent gameplay, of the videogaming variety.
cursing.
beards.
beer.
bbq.
cjlo.
deep fried everything.
americana.
making lists
, including this one of my life's ambitions, and these of things on my mind at the time.

feedback: @angelidotca or ask me anything you'd like here.

i took a trip! read about it here.

evidence of my lame yuppie side on my (gasp!) house blog here.

I’m pretty sure…

… I saw a pervert taking a creepshot this morning. The photograph in question wasn’t particularly revealing, and the woman’s face was obscured, so I made the decision not to alert her (which I’m now second guessing).

I opted instead to follow the creepster closely enough to make him uncomfortable. He had seen me see him take the photo, and he spent the next few minutes constantly looking over his shoulder.

Sadly, it didn’t occur to me to creepshot the creep… After all, if they’re walking around like that, taking photos without women’s consent, they obviously want the attention, right? I’d just be giving them what they want.

if I see the same guy again, believe me, I won’t make the same mistake twice.