Tuesday
Saturday
American Mail Boxes
After driving by this mailbox we decided to take some research pictures our selves in a series we are calling:
American Mail Boxes: A Study of Culture.
Now we see A LOT of strange mail boxes, but don't exactly have time to grab a camera and document them. We are on tour, not collecting photos for a new coffee table book.
But here are some that came out.
The Classic: without a face.
This mail box stood approximately 12 feet taller than the regular sized mail box beside it.
The side of the box read "Air Mail"
You know you're at the beach when you see cheesy mail boxes. After passing dozens of Lighthouse mail boxes this "homemade" delight caught our eye.
I don't even know what to say about this one.
American Mail Boxes: A Study of Culture.
Now we see A LOT of strange mail boxes, but don't exactly have time to grab a camera and document them. We are on tour, not collecting photos for a new coffee table book.
But here are some that came out.
The Classic: without a face.
This mail box stood approximately 12 feet taller than the regular sized mail box beside it.
The side of the box read "Air Mail"
You know you're at the beach when you see cheesy mail boxes. After passing dozens of Lighthouse mail boxes this "homemade" delight caught our eye.
I don't even know what to say about this one.
Friday
Our going away/ EP release show at Sprout 2/8/2011
Thanks Jack & Holly for doing the shadow puppets. It was a show to remember.
Saturday
Lobo Marino workshop
We love giving that "homemade" ascetic to every piece of merchandise we sell.
So we make our own band merchandise.
Pretty much all of our merch has an aspect that is either hand sewn, stamped, stuffed, colored, dyed or written.
So we make our own band merchandise.
Pretty much all of our merch has an aspect that is either hand sewn, stamped, stuffed, colored, dyed or written.
Tuesday
Sunday
Friday
Monday
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.
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Tuesday
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.
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.
Saturday
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.
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.
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