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By Way of Byways



San Francisco based artist Jeremy Mann paints gritty cityscapes of cities in the US. 

Finally got to see Inside Llewyn Davis. I saw the trailer last summer and couldn’t wait for it to come out. Now, I think I need to watch it again.

The music was excellent. My mother used to play old folk songs when I was a kid. At 13 I started tinkering on the guitar, myself. The first song I taught myself was Green Day’s When I Come Around. I showed my mother and she decided that power chords weren’t “real” chords and handed me her big folk Fake Book. It was an old book of chords and songs that I’d only heard some of. The pages were falling out of the glue binding.

I distinctly remember saying something to the effect of: “But, these songs aren’t cool, Mom.”

As she does, though, she insisted. So, I strummed around with it. The next song I learned was You are My Sunshine (particularly important to me, since she sang me to sleep with that song when I was much younger). 

I don’t remember exactly what I did after that in my playing, but I do remember digging that book out after I’d discovered The Pogues in… 1999? 2000? and found a couple of songs they played in there.

I bet that damn book is still in the end table by the front door at my dad’s place. I’ll have a look next time I’m there.

Just another day at the office.


Fuck it, Dude. Let’s go bowling.


Stay gold, Pony Boy.


John K. Hillers at work with his negatives. In camp, Aquarius Plateau, Utah Territory, Hillers was a photographer with the John Wesley Powell Geological Survey, ca. 1872.

From: The National Archives

Ice cream for lunch. I’m an adult.


Exposed by The Postal Service

Yola Monakhov made homemade pinhole cameras out of boxes, loaded them with large format 4x5 color film, put a stamp on them, opened the shutter, and sent them through the mail. the results are these long exposures of the the cameras saw in transport and i’m absolutely in love.


These are amazing.

Vintage harp, hering harmonica