Oh Lordie...mysides!

Damn right

Grades are getting low, the teens are getting high. That 12 year old is pregnant and her parents wonder why. A 1st grader is swearing, a 3rd grader has been raped. Just take a look around you, isn't the system great? Who isn't faded these days, teens are sending nudes, kids are getting beaten, the teachers see the bruises. No calls for help are spoken, teens are smoking weed, young girls are cutting, this isn't what we need. The marks of taunt and yelling, parents are divorced. That 14 year old is drinking beer, this can't get any worse. A little girl has killed herself, nobody seems to care. Another kid has been expelled for a stupid dare. But it needs to change. Our world is officially broken. It's time to take a stand, your thoughts need to be spoken.

AD Justin Morrison from the Portland Mercury asked me to do a cover and some spot illustrations of people making out for their Valentine’s Day issue, and then gave me complete creative freedom! It was a fantastically fun assignment—thanks so much, Justin!

Holmes Urgings

Urges and desires are often controllable, we fight them every day, hell we fight ourselves all the time… We bargain and delay our imaginings so that we can appeal to something or someone else… But theres a limit i suppose to where one could draw the line, and I guess I have done that lately… I am in the depths of a Holme’s Urging, where I find myself in the depths of self exploration, questioning and indulging in the tiniest of things; considering factors once removed from the table by bias. In the process you reject all other things not related to your issues and task and save for those persistent enough to seek you out you find yourself alone… Which blows but to that same end you realize the things you want… I know what i want… Yet I’ve found it as elusive as ever to my perception. I suppose I’d need to by my time but lately things have pushed me in a very, dare I say focused sort of state… priorities… priorities… I need to do what I’d hate to bare through…

A few years ago, before the troubles, before the pointing and bickering, and long before I was the always shifting fragmented images you all like to believe you know... Long before all of that mess I happened to be laying on a small couch. I was in the daggy, cold, and yet cozy basement of an dorm in San Fran, where a photo was taken of me as I laid. I wouldn't had thought that I'd be noticed, franky I've forgotten that at my heart I'm "antisocial". I've grow to reconize how much I where my heart on my sleeve that the memory of such instances seem to take on a new form. I have never been one to be upfront, I dont know how to be and I'm too afraid to do so. I grew up in conditions that forced me to be that way, to mumble when I want to scream, to smile when crying is all I can bare, to help when I want to die, to survive even when doing so brings only more pain to me. The darkness inside of me, that antisocial divide within, that was my soul, the part of me I locked away as I lead a life to blend and "socialize" with people even when I haven't the slightest go-damn clue how to do so... I come off as intense, overly serious, angry, dramatic, stupid, whatever that the title of the day happens to be... Yet, I'm only acting how I dreamt I'd be. I am the man I dreamt to be, but sadly reality doesn't sit well with my childhood dreams, for the friends, the adventures, and even the affections I've wanted to experierence all came with many burns and scars. To the youth in me, my idea of good future for myself was someone who wasn't on the corner smoking crack and who would always try to be with his friends to the very end, and that maybe if I was caring and strong enough I'd reach the point where people would come to respect that, and I'd be able to make friends who wouldnt use me, or hurt me, or make fun of me. I never had the pleasure of being alone, I was always alone. Talking to myself, talking to things I could never be sure were there, talking and dreaming and thinking of the things and people I'd become involved with my future. In school I was weird, akward, ugly, a mutt, a retard, a fag, so many words and abusive actions where used against me even before I could understand them. I was the pasting fancy, I'd have friends for maybe two weeks at most, the new kids who'd quickly realize my status and leave me. Yet, when I think of these times I realize how much I didn't mind, things were always better. I was always getting stronger, and in a way I am... You see this picture means so much to me because this was where my life changed, and I started to gain what I've become now, I'm still antisocial, a freak, ans a oddity sure... but at least I'm more human then the programed robots I meet now... So I guess what I'm trying to say is that everyone has a snapshot, maybe a self pic, or a family photo, or maybe a picture from someone you grew to love... No matter what always be willing to keep going, to always want the best for others, and to always be willing to forgive- breathing the winds of creation and peace from the torrent of both flaming hate and chilling watery love...

Two years ago I first found this song, this was a day before that gf left me

I randomly sang this song the night this last gf cheated on me, I wouldn't find out for a few days later...

2 years... and the shadow and patterns of the old bleed and molest the shades of the present...

Sadly this song has never once not fit my mentality...

4 x 2=8

Yes...so much yes -drools-

I wanted to make Church’s say “Boo, Motherfucker” but it wouldn’t let me :(

October 12th.

I got married outside wearing all black high-top Chuck Taylor’s and a finely tailored charcoal suit. Then in floating white lace she appeared, weaving through an autumnal scene towards me, hooking her fathers arm, and I couldn’t tell who was more happy. No one was looking at me....

Let's say you had a chance to play any hero and any villain you wanted, what two characters would you pick?

Personally I'd pick Deadpool and Carnage

Futuristic spacecraft thruster would use 100 million times less fuel than a conventional rocket

Hall thrusters are advanced electric rocket engines primarily used for station-keeping and attitude control of geosynchronous communication satellites and space probes. Recently, the launch of two satellites based on an all-electric bus has marked the debut of a new era – one in which Hall thrusters could be used not just to adjust orbits, but to power the voyage as well. Consuming 100 million times less propellant or fuels than conventional chemical rockets, a Hall thruster is an attractive candidate for exploring Mars, asteroids and the edge of the solar system.

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Ref: Optimization of a wall-less Hall thruster. Applied Physics Letters (27 October 2015) |DOI: 10.1063/1.4932196