My sister and her baby.
Which makes us an Aunt and Uncle.
First time life experience.
Expect weird toys Ella


good beer.

A co-worker recently bought me a Thomas Creek "Deep Water DoppleBock Lager", as payment over a bet as to who would win the World Cup.
Although the game was a boarder-line disgrace to the name of "futball", full of bad passes and penalty cards. This tasty beer did come out of it.

I must say, it certainly shocked me.

When you see the word "lager" on the bottle you aren't expecting what you taste. Thick, dark Lagers like this "DoppleBock" are hard to come by in the US.

If you see one around, you should give it a try.

I enjoyed it.
just a few of these and I am the background man
6.25% ABV


I started doing something recently that I had been planning on doing for a long time.

I became a bicycle helmet enthusiast.
think about it.


How strange it must have been during the time of Prohibition. Tonight I (whiskey) had my monthly Silent Film event called Silent Music Revival. Before the feature film, I projected a cartoon short comedy about then-current events, as was done almost one hundred year ago, today.

The film was Breath of a Nation (1919), an obvious pun on the 1915 classic Birth of a Nation, and although this film had nothing to do with what it pays homage, it still, similarly, offers commentary on the social situation of its time.

Breath of a Nation
is a more lighthearted Prohibition-mocking film that shows the openly-underground use of alcohol during a time that it was illegal.

While watching this film I couldn’t help but hysterically wonder whether films like Half Baked or Dazed and Confused would find itself in the same strange category with substances that were “at one point illegal, openly used until the government gave up and made them legal” category. I am not just saying this because I am an advocate for the legalization of marijuana (now conservative relatives don’t be upset, your party is headed this direction as well, just check the conservative opinion on the matter). I say this as a silent film enthusiast, who wonders, “what about our society will change?”

Silent Films are wonderful because they allow you to view a culture from the past that you are completely disconnected from. You can see how we have stayed the same and how we have changed. Call me an old fashioned progressive, but we can’t go forward without getting a glimpse of the past.
the glimpse


Adventures in American Diners: Bethany Beach Fire Station

Bethany Beach, Delaware.

oK, so admittedly this is not an actual "diner" per say, but rather a fire station doing a fundraiser breakfast. We will let this detail slide for the sake of breakfast exploration. Seeing as Bethany Beach is usually a very tourist oriented area, it was kind of nice to see the settled side of the small town. You could tell that most of the guests recognized each other, but certainly did not recognize us.

The food was set up as a buffet line with Bethany's finest serving the plates. At first we noticed that the eggs were kind of, dark. Turns out they were cooked in bacon grease, but after a mention of us being vegetarians they scrabbled us up some non-bacon ones.

Over all it was a pretty standard American breakfast: eggs, miniature muffins, pancakes, hash browns, toast, fruit and juice.
Though it seemed better in the company of firefighters.


There's been a delay!

There has been a blog update delay because Laney lost the cable to connect the camera to the computer. We have found a way around it in the meantime.

So much has happened in the past weeks. We spent memorial day at Bethany beach where Jameson learned how to go crabbing. It took some persuasion to convince him that it, in no way, harmed the crab. It's not like fishing where even if you throw them back they still are left with a gaping wound in their head. Jameson has this deeply indescribable tie to crustaceans. You can see it in his eyes when he's playing with out pet hermit crab. But I think that he enjoyed crabbing, despite an emotional dilemma, when one got caught in the net for a minute.

Very entertaining, seeing the little things in their natural habitat.
We learned how to tell if you've caught a male or she-crab.

After Crabbing we strolled the beach where numerous Horseshoe Crabs (technically not actual crabs) had washed to shore, dead. It was a sad and confusing sight. What caused all of these aquatic spiders to wash on shore dead?


It was great to break away from the city for a bit to spend some time with the ocean. It seems to be calling us more and more often these days.



Jameson and I have both have been making some money modeling for painters. Not nude, Moms, don't have a heart attack. Last Friday, a well known artist in Richmond put the pieces he painted of us in his Gallery opening.

and this is a drawing an artist, in a class I modeled for, did of me with my accordion. Pretty trippy, huh?

I liked it so much, he let me keep it.


In the Studio

We finally recorded the music written while living in South America for the past year and so of our lives.
We spent two days at Minimum Wadge Recording Studio in Oregon Hill.
The final 20 some odd minute journey of an album ended up better than any of us anticipated and we hope to be fine tuning and mastering it in the weeks to come.

Jameson's Art Instalation

Jameson and I both worked on this piece all week to get it ready for the First Friday when all the Galleries in Richmond open their new exhibits to the public.
It was exhausting hauling all the massive televisions and the over-sized wooden table up the 200 year old flight of gallery stairs, but we made it work.
And the product was a very drawing interactive sculpture. Jameson meant it to be a commentary on war and the influence of media, religion, and industry on politics.
The three of us sat there all night playing cards, letting the cards roll off the table and on to a mess on the floor.


Adventures in American Diners: Jean's Country Diner

Providence Forge, VA

Sandwiched between two gas stations, Jean's Country Diner shows you what the Virginia country side really cares about: America and Buttermilk Biscuits, and God bless um for it.

We felt a bit out of place when we first walked in, seeing as I was the only male with out a camo or flag bandana, while Laney was the only Female without frizzy, maybe dyed blonde hair. But this is what American Diners are all about. The culture, the environment and the food. A diner in the city is different from a diner in the country is different from a diner on the waterfront. That is what this series plans to explore, and so we started with Jean's.

Decorated with old Christmas lights that are unlit and televising a church service in the corner, Jean's has character. You walk up to small window next to the kitchen to place your order from a paper menu tacked to a cork board. The menu is standard breakfast and lunch items, eggs, pancakes, hamburgers and BLT's, all at a budget price.

We had a silver dollar plate, 2 eggs w/ grits and a biscuit, an egg, cheese and tomato biscuit sandwich w/ a side hashbrowns, coffee and tea for about $10. Though the portions weren't sizable it was a good value for sure.

We ate our food off of the served paper plates, with the provided plastic utensils.
It was good, all very satisfying, except the hashbrowns, they were dry and sort of "blah". The biscuits though, in contrast, were great.
Jean's Country Diner was a perfect first selection to this continuing series.