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yay new naked self...I fucking love the photography and the fact that my dinosaur got to make its first appearance.
I used to write cymagen emails to his Flickr page, before he stared shooting with SG. So shooting with him made me happy.
I drove over to his studio the night before we left for tour with my suitcase, and all. He andSash build a box out of massive cardboard pieces for the set, let me play with their alien kitten, and fed me Rockstar drinks to keep me awake.It was a good last night in Los Angeles.

ugh....
I cant decide if the TAGS feature is the best or worst addition to this website, ever.
Because although i always seem to come across new insulting ones every time i look, they're also blunt, hilarious, and mostly true.
Im not gonna lie.
Can't dance for shit is a pretty accurate one.

Nathan Kostechko spent 7 straight hours on the dinosaur that is cuddling the side of me. He successfully covered up my shitty little home drawn stars that i got on my 18th birthday....and had to put up with me occasionally poking at my eyeballs and singing Boston songs out loud through out the night....

check out his interview with sg


The image was from a Winsor McCay film called Gertie the Dinosaur. I guess the significance of it, to me, is that Gertie was the first animatied chacter to be given unique and lovable personality. It was also the first animated film to use keyframes, which has since been a necessity in animation in order to create the illusion ofmovement.
That and i simply love dinosaurs and how people interpret them in their art work, writings, and childrens books.
Anyways...I've been wanting her on me forever, and Nate was the perfect artist to do it. So i am one happy art fag.

Once again, we have miraculously made it into Canada for 3 more shows.
The customs guy had a fucking ball digging through our shit. He took a short reading break as soon as he found my copy of the SG book. ha.

I think i miss New York to an unhealthy extent.
Today i watched the news not to find out about the cause or details involving the plane that crashed into a building on the upper east side.
No...no....i watched it so that i could see 72nd street and the people walking around behind the news reporter. I zoned out and thought of when the bus would drop me off on that block after summer camp, when i was a younger.
Simply viewing the streets that i am some what familiar with, have been exceedingly comforting lately....