has its merits. Aside from dodging crackheads in the street (literally), you get to see busted water valves spewing vast amounts of water into 3rd street. It was friggin massive. Just another Wednesday in HP. No big deal.
A collection of ideas, musings, stuff I think is cool or fucking bizarre, and general painfully haphazard notions I tend to come across or develop in my quest to find the best news in the world of contemporary art for my real job.