Tallinn, Estonia

Storytelling from the mansion. Malbec wine not Mulberry tonight. The Estonian way of remembering. A timeline that starts with selective memory and ends with an ice skating rink a top Russian aircraft bombs. March 9, 1944.

Outside of the castle walls the tram runs to the harbor. Encrusted oil tankers sit on rail ties. Silver crows blend in with the sky. We get off at the end of the line. There aren't any syringes in the ground, only open manholes that look like Andy Goldsworty projects. A pair of
wool socks hang on a squatters clotheline and the ocean whips cold at our pink noses. My camera dies from the cold and we make it to an abandoned tower. A concrete and rebar staircase spirals up through wounded pigeons and utter blackness. 5 stories later I etch into exposed pipe an insignia of sorts. If it wasn't so dark I could see to the base of the crushed tower due to the center of every floor being punctured by large chunks of metal.

I can't believe I'm here. Walking into the structure I could picture a piece of rebar falling into my skull. Or a bullet from a squatter javelling into my jaw. Or nothing. Probably nothing. Estonia has a feeling of nothing. Like recovery from a timeline that starts at no place specifically.

The Beginning, Estonia

Tallinn, Estonia. Somewhere between a turtleneck and a monument to the Soviets, this Baltic country emerges from overcast skies. Living behing castle walls and fur collars, whistle calls from harbor waters; Helsinki is skipping stones distance. For every 3 million cobblestones there is one bicycle, and I've seen only two bikes so far. I bet somewhere in a tavern here one can dance to Jay-Z. Val took me to a Chocolaterie where I had a Rum Chocoalte drink with raisons in the bottom.

Mob Mentatity

Epic Slow Clap and Double OT Victory

Clip

Graffiti

Three movies studying mob mentality. Why do we do it? How is it initiated? What can mob mentatlity create>

Found Gallery

glovesareoff.

I just found this clandestine Gallery posted on flickr by glovesareoff. I don't even have a clue where this one was made.

Reno Bike Project / News clip

KREN Spanish News Segment / November 15, 2006
I forgot to post this newclip from a few weeks back. As many of us have wondered, I finally found out what I would sound like if I spoke spanish. A husky r-rolling r-r-r-r-radical dude. For Kyle Kozar, who is spear-heading the Reno Bike Project, he unfortunatley is not offered this luxury.

Graffiti Archeology

I always wish it was true but never surfed the net hard enough to find it. But today the light shined down on me from the gates of the graffitoheaven palimpset. Cassidy Curtis, a.k.a. Otherthings ,has been working on an archeological tracking method for graffiti. His website Graffiti Archeology does just that. Maybe there would be a way to contact him and add to his list of walls of fame.