Blek Le Rat

Blek Le Rat, original stencil graffiti artist coming out of Paris. I like this guy, along with Banksy. His website

Stanford Classes - Why not?

A 12 Trillion Dollar Mistake

I read Dear A.I.G., I Quit! by Jake DeSantis, executive vice president of the A.I.G.'s financial products unit today and for a moment I couldn't help but to feel sorry for this powerless yet noble man.

He had little involvement in our current dilemma and yet has donated his hard earned bonus to people less fortunate then him.

Reading his words, it sounds like this collapse was caused by a few bad apples and the outrage the American public is misguided anger.

Indeed, if our anger is misguided then where should it be placed? Can we blame ourselves for our spending habits? Can we blame the mega-corporations too big to fail? Can we blame our politicians for taking lobbyists money?

Rolling Stone has given us a list of a dozen people that helped to architect this house of cards and it somehow feels short.

Even more lacking are the people in the street with pitchforks and torches.

We have to blame someone, can we let this 12 trillion dollar global economic collapse go by as an accident without a guilty party at fault?

All of this makes me think of my 10th grade drivers ed class when they taught us that there are no accidents on the road, only collisions.

Just a boxed lunch

Two sandwiches, yogurt, an orange, Salt & Vinegar chips, a Clif Z-Bar, homemade pudding and a Capri Sun. Best lunch ever, thanks me!

Wild flowers growing in an empty lot

A wildflower blooms at an idle home construction site where construction has been halted, on February 24, 2009 near Riverside, California. The January median sales price for Southern California homes fell 40 percent from the same month a year prior and Los Angeles-area home prices ended 2008 down 37 percent from a late 2006 peak. (David McNew/Getty Images) via Boston.com

Theresa Andersson - Abbey Bar 3/11/09

Gettysburg Trip

Otakon Trip

Yes I am a fan of Anime and yes I go to Otakon every year. Now that I live in Baltimore I look forward to an easy commute to and from the convention

Marvin Gaye

That guy, the one walking down the street

So I was outside smoking a cigarette in front of my apartmet. Like any usual saturday it was bustling with that Saturday energy and I was enjoying my cigarette I noticed a man walking down the street towards me. He looked to be like any of the other half-crazed people in my neighborhood and also looked to be carrying some sort of bags. (What would you expect when you live next to a AA meeting place and a half-way home. Anyhow, as he got closer I noticed his bags were full of trash and true enough to the craziness he stopped in front of my apartment to pick up some trash, stash it away and continue on. As he was leaving I offered up a trash can that I keep tucked underneath my steps. He unloaded his burden, put his arms up in an ‘X’ and I did the same. We ‘bumped’ our arms wished each other a good night and he carried on down the street. He carried on with a mission and not only a few yards down he started cleaning up the city again.