July 31, 2007
The Darth Vader design is a cheat? Stolen from history? It can't be!
Ever since I was a kid, I've always loved the way that our favorite bad guy looked like a Samurai knight. During a recent visit to a weapons museum, I spotted a Samurai helmet that almost had me joining the dark side! (yes Darth, we can rule the galaxy as father and son!!!)
click helmet to enlarge
More Vader Fun:
July 05, 2007
Cosmic Beats in Outer Space
When I was in high school, it was impossible to turn around and release an album. I could have only dreamt of it. Now, anyone can do it. It's as simple as entering some information on your computer and uploading your recorded music. A couple weeks later it's in Itunes. And Rhapsody. And Napster. And anywhere else "online music is sold."
This is spectacular and wonderful. But also pretty bizarre.
My son is about to release his second album: an E.P. called Cosmic Beats in Outer Space". He asked me to do the cover, and I happily obliged, painting for him the above vintage space-era look-alike.
Child in the Sky
True, it's already pretty bad that the plane itself is practically falling apart. What makes it worse is that there's a foot high drop right in the middle of the Port-au-Prince runway. Will you take your chances?
Wait. Before you jump aboard, let me tell you more. Rules and regulations are a bit play-it-by-ear in Haiti. For example, during your flight, something like the following might just happen (let's picture it)...
Halfway from Port-au-Prince to the Dominican Republican, the oh-so-friendly pilot calls an 11 year old kid and his father up to the cockpit and asks the boy if he'd like to sit down in the co-pilot's chair. This 11 year old, being an airplane fanatic (and having logged countless hours on an early Macintosh edition of Microsoft's Flight Simulator) can hardly believe his shit blind luck! Oh, to gaze out at the oncoming landscape; to stare at the buttons, the knobs, the countless gauges! This is paradise! And so, our sensitive pilot, suddenly acting on impulse (and perhaps recognizing the love for the sky in this young lad) leans over and turns off automatic pilot.
In a gesture, he flips it off and asks the boy if he'd like to fly.
If it's not already obvious, this is a true story. The 11 year old boy was my younger brother, Ryan, who, without hesitation, took hold of that small wheely-thingy (or whatever the hell you call it in a plane) and piloted a plane full of Air Haiti passengers over the brown wastelands of Haiti for well over five minutes (even single-handedly piloting the turn past an oncoming cloud).
So... would you still like to take a ride on Air Haiti? Keep in mind, you may end up with an 11 year old pilot! But also remember, the passengers on that Air Haiti flight experienced nothing out of the ordinary that day. My brother, Ryan, was a more than adequate pilot and, at 11 years old, it's quite possible he'd logged more hours (via Microsoft simulator) than the pilot himself!
July 03, 2007
Where Is Your Tinselman?
Where has my blog gone? What am I doing anyway? Why am I wasting so much valuable time when I could be blogging away at Tinselman?! When I could be (illustriously) presiding over our wondrous and sublime Republic of Tinselman (viva la Republic of Tinselman!!!)!
Never fear... the Tinselman is close at hand, and he will be back in due time.