Friday I finished pulling down the drop ceiling over at the studio.
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Friday I finished pulling down the drop ceiling over at the studio.
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A few years ago I was on a subway in New York (museuming!) and there was a guy there who was wearing hunting camouflage from head to toe. Unfortunately, I didn’t think he was being ironic; he wasn’t going against cultural norms, in fact he appeared to be trying to stereotype “game hunter” toxic masculinity. But, the image stuck in my mind. I can’t find the picture I shot with my phone, so you’ll have to imagine a gooner standing in a subway car full of New Yorkers, dressed like a mighty white hunter.
In the last few months we’ve seen attempts by Kurdistan and Catalonia to gain independence. Both attempts were shot down with non-lethal but overwhelming military force. That’s clearly one difference between those break-aways and the more successful on in Crimea. These events ought to force any thinking person to ask “what is a ‘nation’?” and to wonder how nations establish their legitimacy.
Commentariat member Raucous Indignation complained that this blog’s focus on tactical stuff is skewing his ad AI so badly that he’s getting ads for CIA khakis. [stderr]
Warning: blurred nudity
Caine posted a link to some absolutely gorgeous and inspiring elizabethan-style costume photography, [affinity] it reminded me of some stuff I did last year.
If you’re attacked by ninjas, make sure they’re wet.
Out here in reality land, most people don’t know that antifa is plotting an uprising and massacre this saturday.
Have you got your tactical spork cleaned and ready? Stealth sunglasses on? Grizzly-blinding Navy SEAL flashlight handy? I’ll be in my bunker.
This is a shot I took out of a moving car, back in 2008.
It looks like the situation has evolved to the point where we can’t even talk about Kurdistan. There is now no such place.
For the last year or so, I have been telling my friend Anna about the greatness that is the crab cakes at the Prime Rib restaurant in Baltimore. So, finally, we planned a weekend involving some touristing, museuming, crabcake eating, and hanging out with mom and dad. The crabcakes were (as usual) all they were cracked up to be.