Load out!
Originally uploaded by mrtoastey
Not quite leaving, but the concept has been agreed to. We're packin
it in and Rollin' 'em out ... Um, soonish...
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Sunday, August 23, 2009
Load out!
Load out!
Originally uploaded by mrtoastey
Cut/paste
Could really use that IRL cut/paste function to put contents of
oversize box, L, into shiny capsule, R.
More complicated than it seems? Probably. Especially when you're
dealing with a gross of costumery and a couple pimp bikes. Www.minglefreely.com
Mick Jeffries mick@mickjeffries.com
oversize box, L, into shiny capsule, R.
More complicated than it seems? Probably. Especially when you're
dealing with a gross of costumery and a couple pimp bikes. Www.minglefreely.com
Mick Jeffries mick@mickjeffries.com
The new American holiday?
2 brothers. A work-in-progress semi-gutted Airstream. 13 cases of Ale-8-one, a ukelele, no plumbing but plenty of tools and laptops ... and 2000 miles and one week to Burning Man 2009. Yeah -- it's like that. http://www.minglefreely.com/
Hitched to Marge
As in: we both are. Before we can head cross country there's an exhilarating (terrifying? Daunting?) list of things to do, and then 100s more that will be done en route. Last night while I painted generator pans and theorized battery housings, brother Chris upgraded the hitch and tweaked the braking system. Pass me that wrench and keep it tuned here to minglefreely.com friends!
Waking up Marge
(see minglefreely.com)
Our farm in curdsville ky (reflected) is the launch base for a whole
mess of electrical, carpentry, and theorizing for Airstream Marge, who
is a blooming beauty with complex internal issues -- like many of us.
Notice the window full of lumber. If you can't see it, just nod and
believe. 7:45am: time to fire up the chop saw and build some battery
cages. Inside shots to come but you have to promise Marge that you
won't stare too much. She's sensitive!
Mick Jeffries mick@mickjeffries.com
Our farm in curdsville ky (reflected) is the launch base for a whole
mess of electrical, carpentry, and theorizing for Airstream Marge, who
is a blooming beauty with complex internal issues -- like many of us.
Notice the window full of lumber. If you can't see it, just nod and
believe. 7:45am: time to fire up the chop saw and build some battery
cages. Inside shots to come but you have to promise Marge that you
won't stare too much. She's sensitive!
Mick Jeffries mick@mickjeffries.com
Saturday, August 22, 2009
a beginning
NOTE! If you're reading this on Facebook, I recommend that you go to my blog directly. Facebook tends to mangle bolding and italics among other pretty things that a graphic designer like myself takes very seriously! Go read this at Mingle Freely! The blog of Mick Jeffries!
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The odyssey has begun — My brother, Chris, and I are headed to Burning Man 2009 in the Black Rock desert comma middle of nowhere comma Nevada. There will be at least 40,000 people there.
It's not the kind of thing you decide to do overnight, at least — not if you live in Kentucky.
Me, I've wanted to go to Burning Man since at least the mid-90's shortly after it started blowing up. I can still picture WIRED magazine's cover (may even still have it) and the headline and Bruce Sterling article: "Greetings from Burning Man: The New American Holiday"
Thanks to Facebook, once the opportunity arose this year (largely due to my brother having bloomed into a midlife momentary vagabond—albeit a very high-tech one — and recently becoming the owner of an Airstream trailer — we call her "Marge" and you'll see plenty of her plenty later), I started reaching out. And I quickly found Kentucky Fried, the loose affiliation of Lexxies and Lexpatriates with whom we'll be convening in 7 short days. But not just a loose affiliation, Kentucky Fried is a bona fide Burning Man theme camp, and as such we've got a sweet spot in Black Rock City at 3 o'clock and avenue F. Take a look. Kentucky Fried is also comprised of at least four ER doctors, a psychiatrist, and an opthomologist. No, this isn't a Rainbow Gathering, folks.
Chris and I are the early arrivals, too, which in and of itself is exciting. Burning Man begins at 12:01am August 31, but we plan to be at the gate at 6pm August 30, with our valuable-as-gold early admittance barcode in hand.
First, though, the Brothers Jeffries are gonna drive across the heartland, with Marge in tow, full of gadgets, gizmos, a couple pimped out bikes, more costumes than you can imagine, cases of Ale-8-One and the beloved and delightful Homer. (Homer isn't going to Burning Man. No doggies, sorry!)
Right now, I'm sitting on the deck at my parent's house in Owensboro. Behind me is the Penske rental truck (12') that I had to rent to get the stuff here, to meet Chris. Not because there's that much, but because it was the smallest truck that I could rent one-way from Lexington to Owensboro, silly.
Stay tuned. I'll be blogging, Facebooking and tweeting (follow mrtoastey) our 3-week adventure and would be delighted to have you along for the ride.
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The odyssey has begun — My brother, Chris, and I are headed to Burning Man 2009 in the Black Rock desert comma middle of nowhere comma Nevada. There will be at least 40,000 people there.
It's not the kind of thing you decide to do overnight, at least — not if you live in Kentucky.
Me, I've wanted to go to Burning Man since at least the mid-90's shortly after it started blowing up. I can still picture WIRED magazine's cover (may even still have it) and the headline and Bruce Sterling article: "Greetings from Burning Man: The New American Holiday"Thanks to Facebook, once the opportunity arose this year (largely due to my brother having bloomed into a midlife momentary vagabond—albeit a very high-tech one — and recently becoming the owner of an Airstream trailer — we call her "Marge" and you'll see plenty of her plenty later), I started reaching out. And I quickly found Kentucky Fried, the loose affiliation of Lexxies and Lexpatriates with whom we'll be convening in 7 short days. But not just a loose affiliation, Kentucky Fried is a bona fide Burning Man theme camp, and as such we've got a sweet spot in Black Rock City at 3 o'clock and avenue F. Take a look. Kentucky Fried is also comprised of at least four ER doctors, a psychiatrist, and an opthomologist. No, this isn't a Rainbow Gathering, folks.
Chris and I are the early arrivals, too, which in and of itself is exciting. Burning Man begins at 12:01am August 31, but we plan to be at the gate at 6pm August 30, with our valuable-as-gold early admittance barcode in hand.First, though, the Brothers Jeffries are gonna drive across the heartland, with Marge in tow, full of gadgets, gizmos, a couple pimped out bikes, more costumes than you can imagine, cases of Ale-8-One and the beloved and delightful Homer. (Homer isn't going to Burning Man. No doggies, sorry!)
Right now, I'm sitting on the deck at my parent's house in Owensboro. Behind me is the Penske rental truck (12') that I had to rent to get the stuff here, to meet Chris. Not because there's that much, but because it was the smallest truck that I could rent one-way from Lexington to Owensboro, silly.
Stay tuned. I'll be blogging, Facebooking and tweeting (follow mrtoastey) our 3-week adventure and would be delighted to have you along for the ride.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
R.I.P. Les Paul
 clipped from iridiumjazzclub.com
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Sunday, August 09, 2009
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Robert Massin
This book, which I happened across at the Owensboro Public Library untold years ago, I see in retrospect as an enormous influence on my decision to practice graphic design.
I was reminded of it because of the wonderful Natasha's Balagula Theatre, who is performing Eugene Ionesco's "The Bald Soprano" soon.
I was reminded of it because of the wonderful Natasha's Balagula Theatre, who is performing Eugene Ionesco's "The Bald Soprano" soon.
 clipped from misslexia.blogspot.com
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Sunday, July 26, 2009
I love space
always have, always will. I've just always built models of spaceships, and worshipped astronauts.
 clipped from www.smashingmagazine.com
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Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Monday, July 06, 2009
Requiem for a Little Kitty
Today was kind of strange with some wonderful and some sad. This is about the sad, because Sad matters, too.
I was renting a car for a whirlwind trip to Atlanta. Since I was getting it from the Lex airport. Lucy dropped me off there, and upon checking in I found an odd thing: They had a kitty in a banana box. I peered over the counter at the box as they told me that a woman had returned a car, complaining that it was "meowing." Inspecting the car, they extracted a golden-haired 4-week-old kitty from inside the wheel well barrier. It somehow had climbed up in there and was quite completely trapped. And now they had it in a box.
I went behind the counter, without even asking, and investigated. The first thing I saw was a kitty face trying madly to push its way through a two inch ventilation hole. I kind of fell in love instantly. It reminded me greatly of my own kitty dearest Olive and how she used to like to do this.
I opened the box, and with some forewarning, found this fluffy kitty, who was very energetic but who's "back end" was in shocking shape.. looking like it was either missing altogether or just caked and matted with feces. It was an alarming sight, and the crew at the rental counter weren't ignorant of it. One girl said that she was going to have her boyfriend adopt it and they were going to take it to the vet, of course. She was very sweet. But there was a tentativeness that made me dial Lucy immediately and summon her back.
Lucy came back — we've been vaguely looking for a kitty to fill the void left last year by the great Black Betty — and together we assessed the situation with an emergency call to dear Alyssum. Finally, with much convincing from me, Lucy agreed to take the kitty — box and all — and Alyssum would come consult in a couple of hours, after work. I felt certain that kitty was capable of making a full recover, with our love, and would grow into a magnificent feline friend.
And so, I got in my rental car and headed for Atlanta, increasingly late for an appointment.
The next couple of hours were dramatic, and I feel very bad for not being there.
Lucy and I talked several times on the phone and I heard deep and mounting concern in her voice for the well-being of the kitty. Later, I got a txt saying that she and Alyssum were taking the kitty to the vet emergency room.
A little later, Lucy called and told me that after a very short vet visit, the kitty was put to sleep, her ailments being beyond critical. (I'll spare the details)
Little Furry Golden Kitty made her (his?) way into my heart somehow in just an instant. LFGK was energetic and repeately escaped the box and ventured forth in the few minutes that I spent with her. I was sure that her ills were correctable, but I was very wrong.
I feel bad that I left, leaving my wife and a friend with a kitty that would be put to sleep within hours of my first laying eyes on her.
I don't suppose I'd change anything, though. I'm happy that Lucy loved the kitty, too, if only for a few hours and that she took care of it in its final hours.
I only knew the Little Furry Golden Kitty for about 45 minutes. Lucy knew LFGK for several hours.
Sometimes things don't work out. Some kitties weren't meant for this world.
I was renting a car for a whirlwind trip to Atlanta. Since I was getting it from the Lex airport. Lucy dropped me off there, and upon checking in I found an odd thing: They had a kitty in a banana box. I peered over the counter at the box as they told me that a woman had returned a car, complaining that it was "meowing." Inspecting the car, they extracted a golden-haired 4-week-old kitty from inside the wheel well barrier. It somehow had climbed up in there and was quite completely trapped. And now they had it in a box.
I went behind the counter, without even asking, and investigated. The first thing I saw was a kitty face trying madly to push its way through a two inch ventilation hole. I kind of fell in love instantly. It reminded me greatly of my own kitty dearest Olive and how she used to like to do this.
I opened the box, and with some forewarning, found this fluffy kitty, who was very energetic but who's "back end" was in shocking shape.. looking like it was either missing altogether or just caked and matted with feces. It was an alarming sight, and the crew at the rental counter weren't ignorant of it. One girl said that she was going to have her boyfriend adopt it and they were going to take it to the vet, of course. She was very sweet. But there was a tentativeness that made me dial Lucy immediately and summon her back.
Lucy came back — we've been vaguely looking for a kitty to fill the void left last year by the great Black Betty — and together we assessed the situation with an emergency call to dear Alyssum. Finally, with much convincing from me, Lucy agreed to take the kitty — box and all — and Alyssum would come consult in a couple of hours, after work. I felt certain that kitty was capable of making a full recover, with our love, and would grow into a magnificent feline friend.
And so, I got in my rental car and headed for Atlanta, increasingly late for an appointment.
The next couple of hours were dramatic, and I feel very bad for not being there.
Lucy and I talked several times on the phone and I heard deep and mounting concern in her voice for the well-being of the kitty. Later, I got a txt saying that she and Alyssum were taking the kitty to the vet emergency room.
A little later, Lucy called and told me that after a very short vet visit, the kitty was put to sleep, her ailments being beyond critical. (I'll spare the details)
Little Furry Golden Kitty made her (his?) way into my heart somehow in just an instant. LFGK was energetic and repeately escaped the box and ventured forth in the few minutes that I spent with her. I was sure that her ills were correctable, but I was very wrong.
I feel bad that I left, leaving my wife and a friend with a kitty that would be put to sleep within hours of my first laying eyes on her.
I don't suppose I'd change anything, though. I'm happy that Lucy loved the kitty, too, if only for a few hours and that she took care of it in its final hours.
I only knew the Little Furry Golden Kitty for about 45 minutes. Lucy knew LFGK for several hours.
Sometimes things don't work out. Some kitties weren't meant for this world.
Friday, July 03, 2009
Lexington needs Mecca
Mecca amazes once again by pulling an extimated 3,000 people into downtown Lexington for the usually-tepid Thursday Night Live event. They were asked — two days in advance — to stage a revival of the popular five-years-running Thriller Dance which has become a Lexington Halloween staple — and may in fact be the first of its kind, in what became a popular trend around the world (unconfirmed, but highly suspected by many).
Mecca demonstrates, once again, that art and performance can enthrall and unite our community, bringing people together and creating lasting memories and wonder for everybody. For free.
Forget about Michael Jackson; it's not about Michael Jackson.
It's about a thriving arts community, and nobody —I repeat, nobody — does what Mecca Live Studio does for Lexington. Remember that the next time you feel generous because as often as not Mecca does these things for little or no cash, in spite of paying rent for their studio space and associated expenses, money they fork out teaching people and our community how to shine.
Remember that the next time you think this town is pretty cool.
Heck, why don't you use Paypal now to send Mecca money to info@meccadance.com?
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