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| lowe(r) | speak(4) :: permalink |
 8/6/2008 |
8:47 am |
| i don't know. i'm having a hard time deciding who is more annoying. rob or chad? |
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| parking lot conversation | speak(4) :: permalink |
| 8/4/2008 |
8:36 am |
| "hey, tip, do you have inga's number?" i toss him my phone and walk on. "it's under frenzee." i say. i gather a row of buggies and marvel at just how much sweat pours outta me. it's been at least 110 everyday for the last two weeks. i'm surprised that with all the fluids i've sacrificed to the parking lot gods that i havent shrivelled up and left a dry husk on the asphalt. when i come back, he is waiting on me. he hands me my phone. "i think i'm on to you. i've discovered your secret identity." he says. "what the hell are you talking about?" i ask. "looking through your numbers, it looks like you must be some sort of super hero." he replies. i smile and holster my phone. "yeah, i keep the x-men on speed dial." i say. here's a sample of the names in my address book on my phone. dubz. frenzee. havoc. iceman. jester. lonestar. mr. jim. patchwork. rusty love. deviant sage. winter. the golden boy. this is what happens when most of your friends are grafitti artists or Underground types. ghost |
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| in passing | speak(2) :: permalink |
| 8/2/2008 |
8:30 am |
| "i shall pass through this world but once. if there be any kindness i can show, or any good i can do, let me do it now, for i shall not pass this way again." i don't know who said it, but it's a credo i'm trying to live by. happy saturday. ghost |
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| wonder and declaration | speak(7) :: permalink |
| 7/25/2008 |
6:03 pm |
| i recently overheard the following conversation between my five year old girls. i now know what my dad meant when he said he would hide around the corner and try not to let us hear him laughing at us. "i'm as mad as a hornet."-brooklyn pause. "brooklyn, what's a hornet?"-cadie pause. "i don't know, but it's mad about something."-brooklyn ghost |
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| i just don't understand | speak(6) :: permalink |
| 7/20/2008 |
5:09 pm |
| i've got a tiny hand wrapped around my pinky finger while Pixie sucks on a bottle of formula. The Boy is poking me in the ear with a pen. The Twins are in the back, raising cane like good tipton girls should. why do i feel so phuqn lonely? ghost |
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| the spitting image of his old man | speak(6) :: permalink |
| 7/14/2008 |
11:33 am |
 "the world is not ready. wait til they get a load of me." ghost |
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| the parenting diary: chapter 12 | speak(8) :: permalink |
| 7/9/2008 |
12:39 pm |
| so we're loading up in the car the other day for a little tipton clan outing. we call it going to town, just so we don't dissapoint anyone if we decide not to go to our original intended destination. trust me. it saves everyone lots of tears. when amy straps a child in, no matter which one it is, she gives them a little kiss and makes a kissy noise. cadie, one of our 5 year olds, was smiling as she strapped in The Boy and made her kissy noise. after a minute she asked why amy did that. "because i love my kids," amy replied. "but which one of us do you love the most?" cadie asked. "i love all of you the same." amy said. "you should love me more. i'm 5. i can eat a sandwich all by myself..." she went on to list why she should be held in higher esteem than the rest of the kids. it was cute, but very candidate for the presidency of the united states like. once she ran out of good things to say about herself, she started talking about what she perceived as bad points in the others. "...he always spills his juice. he has stinky diapers. and erin sleeps all day long. and she cries." "you cry sometimes." amy replied. "that's different. i cry so you'll give me stuff." ghost |
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| Sugar Honey Ice Tea | speak(7) :: permalink |
| 7/3/2008 |
10:36 am |
| not ten minutes after i posted yesterday about the pieces for the upcoming show, yours truly received a phone call from the gallery owner saying that she was being forced by this effed up economy to shut her doors and that the july 19th show is cancelled. color me dissapointed in shades of blue and black. damn it. i feel worse for the others who were going to be part of this show. well, i feel badly for one of them. Winter was struggling with coming up with pieces for the show. he's working two jobs and just doesn't have the time to put into it, so it might be a relief for him. Peace has already moved off to delaware and will be starting art school soon. she wasn't going to be able to come back for the show anyway even though she was going to have a bunch of pieces in it. Iceman on the other hand, man, he was so looking forward to it. he's been cranking out some incredible work. the gallery owner and i are both frantically looking for another gallery to take on the show. i mean, the show is already there. we've got the theme, we've got the work. it's just a matter of finding the right person who needs someone to fill a slot. as much as she probably hated making the phone call to tell me the bad news, i think i'm dreading having to tell Iceman even more. if we can find another place to show, then maybe i won't have to make that call. i told the gallery owner not to sweat it too much, that i'm a big boy and i understand the economy all too well. but. to tell you the truth, i keep catching myself trying to slip into a funk over this. i was so stoked for this show. and the work? dude, you should see it. i think that's what bothers me the most. well, besides having to dash Iceman's hopes. i made all of this kick ass art. it's sitting on the shelf above my head right this moment. and it has no home. phuq. ghost |
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| no title worth typing | speak(3) :: permalink |
| 7/2/2008 |
10:00 am |
| i admit, this post is lame. between sam's club, our little pixie, the latest muse inspired writing wave, and trying to finish all the pieces for the next show, the summer is a little overwhelming. which pisses me off. i don't get overwhelmed. i'm like csi: miami up in here. i never lose. lately though, i've felt like mike tyson taking a beating from evander holyfield. i might have to resort to ear biting to get through this. i'll try to get some pics up of the pieces for the show in the next few days. i'm right on the edge of being done. as usual, that's me. right out there on the edge. ghost |
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| pops and little sugarman | speak(4) :: permalink |
| 6/26/2008 |
2:20 pm |
| when i was a small boy, my father took to calling me sugarman. he did this my entire life. i will admit to some embarassment when i was in high school and he would yell at me from the sideline during soccer games using the old familiar moniker. by the time i was in college, i was no longer embarassed. i would just smile and take the trash talked from the opposing teams because of it. by then, i had accepted it as a term of endearment. i've caught myself calling The Boy by the same name. he just grins whenever i say it. and i think it's rad to think this silly little name links together three generations of tipton men. the last time i saw my dad, he was laughing and having a great time watching my son act every bit as stubborn and headstrong as i did. "i guess you won't know the feeling until he has a son and you can see him all over again for yourself," pops said. "i don't have the words to explain it." that right there has stuck with me since then. i think thisis one of my favortie pictures of all time. my old man and my boy.  ghost |
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