I was actually in the process of burning breakfast while I made this one up, which got me to thinking that one day I'd like to see a show consisting of a bunch of contestants attempting to do the best possible photoshop job they could while simultaneously attempting to make breakfast for their girlfriends before they have to go to work.

If this was my entry, I suspect I woulda lost.

Just as I was putting the finishing touches on the above masterpiece however, photographer extraordinaire Bob Croslin was apparently able to take some time away from hanging out with P. Diddy on his yacht to send me this video;

It might be a reflection of my incredibly low standards, but finding out that people do projects such as this tends to give me a warm feeling of hope for the future of humanity.

Now then, aside from whoring myself out to perspective advertisers, selling my clothes, CDs, blood, hair and semen to afford to pay my bills, I've recently taken a sojourn into the totally unfamiliar territory of freelance writing. I call it a sojourn because I don't know how long I'll be staying here.
That is to say, I don't know how long it will be before my client wakes up from their powdered donut induced haze and realizes that though I am incredibly good looking, the fact of the matter is, I can't string a sentence together to save my life. Well, as I was hanging out with them on Tuesday, I came to find out that the design company who had been contracted to do their visuals, are actually some other friends of mine from a company called Juice Design. Since it had been a little while since I'd seen any of those cats, we swung by for an unannounced visit to first stand around and look cosmopolitan;

Not being very good at that activity however, I immediately made a b-line to the roof to take in the sights with CP;

and to see Mr. Owl;

and then finally to take a spy photo of a mystery individual, who if can be named will award said namer with a AHTBM prize pack, which will most likely consist of an array of products so incredible that it might make your head explode.

So in short, and because I don't think the above sentence makes any sense, tell me who is the focal point of the photo, and get yourself some goodies;

Bonus points will be awarded to those who can tell me what the hell he is still doing in San Francisco.

In news of art that sucks so badly that it doesn't suck, Dylan got ahold of me with this offering;

Re: For the artist in you.
"A couple swiss dudes getting rad with colored pencil;

Regardless of the quality of the drawings, I have always been a sucker for large scale installations such as this, and it's somewhat reminiscent of a show I saw many years ago at the old Capp Street Project in San Francisco for which the artist on display had a daily hour and a half train commute to work, so he did what any self respecting creative sort would do, and for ten years created a single painting each way. The show consisted of something like 10,000 one inch by one inch paintings hung from floor to ceiling, all over every inch of available wall space in the gallery. While I'm sure it was an art installer's absolute nightmare, it really was something to behold, and disproved the old adage that quality isn't necessarily always better than quality.

Finally, since this here generally is a bike related weblog, I'll include a shot of another incredible ride I had yesterday. The birds were chirping, and the wind was in my face as a traversed a winding and little traveled road, through fields of roaming Snuffleupagusus, this time on the coast of Southern France in 1927;

It really was something to behold.

Welp, welcome again to hump day. It's the middle of the week, and for the first time in a few, the clock is ticking on other obligations, so I'm going to cut this one off and wish you all a fond farewell until the next installment.