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-- December 11, 2017 --

Pissing Off the Pope

Rarely has a drug ever been blessed by the head of the Catholic Church, but one in specific had the pontiff's people working overtime.
In 1946, chemical engineer, Piero Donini, while working for the Italian pharmaceutical company Serono Pharmacological Institute, was the first to purify and extract two urinary gonadotropins which stimulated ovulation (the hormones FSH and LH), speculating this could be used to treat infertility. Soon, he discovered that the highest levels of the hormones were produced in post-menopausal women, as the chemicals stimulate egg production, and women's bodies will produce much more after the ovaries stop this process.
Donini Pergonal called his new drug Pergonal, after the Italian phrase "per gonadi" (meaning: from the gonads), but didn't have the means to produce a large enough quantity to run tests. The drug was shelved for a little over ten years, until a Vienna medical student, Bruno Lunenfeld, was studying the effect of human hormones in fertility, and stumbled upon Piero's work. After contacting Serono executives, he convinced them to begin trials of the drug, but came upon a huge stumbling block. Seeing as it took a dozen women a dozen days to produce a little over one treatment, how would he get enough urine from menopausal females to continue experiments?
In steps in Italian aristocrat, and Serono executive, Giulio Pacelli, who happens to have been the nephew of Pope Pius XII. Pacelli asked his uncle for help, and the idea came to use nuns in Vatican-run retirement homes. In no time, the golden showers rained down enough to fill tanker trucks. For years, the holy pee flowed from homes across Italy, and into Serono's headquarters in Rome.

In 1962, the first child (a girl) was born to a woman treated with Pergonal, by Lunenfeld, in Tel Aviv, Israel. Another twenty children were born in the following two years, but - by the 1980s - 8000 gallons (30,000 liters) a day was needed to keep up production. Finally, the good nun's bladders could rest in 1995, as a synthesized hormone, Gonal-F, was approved.
Though I'm sure this story has been a huge splash to my regular readers, it might seem like a bit of yellow journalism to many outsiders. Even so, I'm glad I leaked it here.



-- November 27, 2017 --

Donkey Goes Boom

I hate animal cruelty, but some acts are bafflingly bizarre.
As reported in a September 1881 issue of Scientific American, General Henry L. Abbot of the Engineer School of Application in Willet's Point, NY, decided to use an old mule giving him trouble in a photographic experiment. The exercise was to showcase the "remarkable sensitiveness" of era's photo-gelatin plates, as well as the fact that cameras could take instantaneous photos (over setting them up to expose a scene for minutes at a time).
In June of that same year, Van Sothen, a photographer from the U.S. School of Submarine Engineers, rigged an electric trigger to, both, a camera, and a packet of dynamite attached to the donkey's head. Upon flipping the switch, this odd image was forever cataloged into the world of early photography.

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-- November 15, 2017 --

Back To Hitting the Books

I love a good (read: weird) literary story, and this is another one that deserves to be posted of.
In 1966, Newsday columnist Mike McGrady believed any book with enough sex would hit the bestseller lists, and therefore the lists of his day were populated with basic garbage. To prove it, he recruited fellow Newsday writer Harvey Aronson, 1965 Pulitzer Prize winner Gene Goltz, journalist Marilyn Berge, and Robert W. Greene (who would later win a Pulitzer in 1970), to write the crappiest, most sex-filled novel they could.
Each author wrote a different chapter, filling it with the most inane dialog, scenes that made no sense, and - of course - packed it with tons of sexually explicit material. The book, titled Naked Came the Stranger, and credited to the nonexistent Penelope Ashe, was about two hosts of a NYC morning radio show, The Billy & Gilly Show, who thought themselves to be a perfect couple. The wife then finds her husband having an affair, and decides to have flings of her own, which include rabbis and mobsters.

Published in 1969, on Lyle Stuart, Inc. (who in the 90s became Barricade Books, infamous for reprinting the racist The Turner Diaries), the book quickly sold 20,000 copies. The authors soon appeared on TV's The David Frost Show, to expose the hoax, which helped the sale of another 70,000 - placing the book on The New York Times' Best-Seller List for 13 weeks. As expected, the book was made into a porno film in 1975, and, as of today, the novel has sold half a million units.
The following year, McGrady released Stranger Than Naked, or How to Write Dirty Books for Fun and Profit, which told the story of the creation of Naked Came the Stranger, which goes to show that even with the wool pulled over some people's eyes, they can still smell out sex when they want it.



-- November 01, 2017 --

When Lightning Strikes

As a trucker, I pass some of the most interesting spots in the United States, yet rarely get to stop, and visit. Sometimes, luck is on my side, and I can pull over to enjoy what I normally fly by.
One such case was when I stopped at Nevada's Thunder Mountain Monument.
In the late-1960s,
WWII veteran Frank Van Zant took LSD one day, and suddenly believed himself to be a Native American. In 1969, he changed his name to Rolling Mountain Thunder, and began to construct bizarre monuments in the small town of Imlay, which were to supposed to be shelters for American Indians in the upcoming apocalypse, calling it Thunder Mountain. Off the side of I-80, be built a number of buildings (using rocks, cement and discarded junk), as well as over 200 statues. The site became home to hundreds of hippies throughout the 70s. In 1983, Nevada made Frank their "Artist of the Year", but soon someone tried to burn down Thunder Mountain, and destroyed a bit of it.
Sadly, in 1989, he put a gun to his head, and ended his career as an outsider artist. The buildings sat derelict, until the state made it a historic site in 1992.

For more photos of my visit, click here.



-- October 20, 2017 --

The King In Yellow

I think there is something terribly wrong with those who commit acts of art vandalism. Sure, there are a few people who've fucked up works by mistake, like the kid who tripped, and put his fist through Paolo Porpora's Flowers (a 17th Century painting, priced at $1.5 million). There are also ones who have done it purposefully, and without merit, such as the constant attacks on Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa (an acid splash in 1956, as well as a rock thrown a few months later, plus red spray paint in 1974, and a souvenir mug thrown in 2009). A few executions are supposedly legitimate, such as artist Ai Weiwei dropping a million dollar Han Dynasty vase to protest China's human rights violations. There are so many deeds of art vandalism, Wikipedia has an entire page listing most of them (see here).
One of the odder ones would have to be the case of Russian-born art blogger Wlodzimierz Umaniec, who walked into London's Tate Modern in October of 2012, and vandalized Mark Rothko's 1958 piece, Black on Maroon. After stepping over the roped barrier, Umaniec proceeded to write on the Rothko's work, with a type of homemade black marker popular with graffiti artists, "A Potential Piece of Yellowism," then signing it with his tag-name, "Vladimir Umanets". It is believed Wlodzimierz performed the vandal operation to further his art career, and gain press for his art movement known as "Yellowism".

On his blog, he writes, "Yellowism is not art, and Yellowism isn't anti-art," explaining in an interview, "The main difference between Yellowism, and art, is that in art you have got freedom of interpretation, in Yellowism you don't have freedom of interpretation, everything is about Yellowism." Confused? No matter, because the action garnered the self-proclaimed artist two years in jail, not to mention several more years of scorn from art lovers.
Well, it's good to know that for most of these works of iconoclastic destruction, there is retribution. While this artist was put behind bars, in the case of the previously mentioned vase-dropping, an angry citizen, Maximo Caminero, walked into an Ai Weiwei retrospective in Miami, and smashed one of the artist's 16 vases on display. So, if you're looking for way to become famous, try creating something instead.



-- October 05, 2017 --

False Narratives

Keeping up with my posts on books, I'd thought to share this odd slice of literary history.
In 1955, Jean 'Shep' Shepherd, best known for his hilarious 1983 movie A Christmas Story, was hosting an AM radio show on New York City's WOR. He was peeved at how most books had gotten listed in many bestseller lists, which consisted, not only on sales, but also on requests at book sellers. To help change the process, he asked his listeners to go to book stores, and ask for a nonexistent book and author, I, Libertine by Frederick R. Ewing, even going so far as to set up a plot, and claiming it was banned in Boston. Fans of the show did so, with a few actually referencing it in articles of smaller newspapers. The fake book had gotten so much demand, it made in onto The New York Times' Best Seller list.
Later, Shepherd, along with publisher Ian Ballantine, and novelist Theodore Sturgeon, decided to actually write the novel. Sturgeon typed all day long, and when he passed out from the day's work without finishing it, Ian's wife, editor Betty Ballantine, finished the last chapter for him. The book, with a cover by science fiction and fantasy artist Frank Kelly Freas, was released by Ballantine Books in September of 1956, even though The Wall Street Journal had exposed the hoax a few weeks before. Not wanting to fleece folks, the profits from the sale of the book were donated to charity.



-- September 18, 2017 --

Lost In Translation, Literally

In 1855, Portuguese writer Pedro Carolino thought to help many of his countrymen learn the English language by translating an 1853 Portuguese–French phrase book, O novo guia da conversação em francês e português, written by José da Fonseca. The only problem was that Carolino didn't speak a word of English himself. He thought to fix that by using a French-English dictionary, and got to work translating the phrase book word by word.

The result, O novo guia da conversação em portuguez e inglez, became one of the earliest known examples of unintentional humor, as phrases such as "Quem cala consente" (Silence is consent") became "That not says a word, consent", and "Anda de gatinhas" ("He's crawling") were turned into "He go to four feet".
In 1883, a Boston publishing house reprinted the book, under the title English As She Is Spoke, and included an introduction by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens), who wrote, "Nobody can add to the absurdity of this book, nobody can imitate it successfully, nobody can hope to produce its fellow; it is perfect."
The original helped spawn many other works of comedy, including L'Anglais tel qu'on le parle (French Without a Master), by playwright Tristan Bernard (Paul Bernard), and Eugène Ionesco's La Cantatrice Chauve (The Bald Soprano), which both use lines from the book, as well as Ingglish az she iz spelt in 1885, by Fritz Federheld (Frederick Atherton Fernald), and Paul Jennings' 1976 British travel guide Britain as she is visit.
You can read an abridged version of this slice of hilarity here, or - if you're lucky - check eBay for an original.



-- September 07, 2017 --

Can Milk Make Grapes Sour?

Sometimes, it's better to just ignore a troublemaker. A lot of the time, if you take one on, you're just making bigger trouble for yourself.
Though mothers had known this for ages, the issue of breast-milk substitutes causing health risks for newborns was publicly brought to light by the International Baby Food Action Network, who encouraged the practice of nutrition through natural methods, and inspired a 1973 article in New Internationalist magazine.
In 1974, a British antipoverty charity, called War On Want, released a small booklet, titled The Baby Killer. The pamphlet attacked the Swiss food company Nestlé, and what WOW claimed was their "aggressive marketing" of breast milk substitutes in third-word countries.

Instead of letting a handful of malcontents talk shit about them, and having the headache go away in time, Nestlé decided to sue the group for libel. The case was brought before Judge Jürg Sollberger, who only sided with Nestlé because the company couldn't be held responsible for the death of infants "in terms of criminal law", and fined the fund a mere 300 Swiss Francs (about $400 US).
This caused a bit of a stir with the media, and the story began to gain traction. The boycott was soon picked up by Minneapolis, MN's Infant Formula Action Coalition, which helped spread the word in Canada, then Australia, and the rest of Europe. By 1978, the US Senate held a public hearing looking into the promotion of breast-milk substitutes, and wound up calling for a marketing code. The following year, the World Health Organization and UNICEF pushed for a marketing code in an international meeting, and the 34th World Health Assembly approved Resolution WHA34.22 which includes the International Code of Marketing of Breast-Milk Substitutes in 1981. In 1984, Nestlé finally gave in, and proved that there are times when the bigger guy should just take getting picked on by smaller folk.
If you'd like to read the now-infamous tract, The Baby Killer, click here.



-- August 21, 2017 --

Light Up the Sky

Since everyone is on an astronomy kick because of the solar eclipse, I'd thought I'd tell you about another great event that'll happen in our lifetime (supposing you don't die in the next five years).
In 2022, a "new star" will not only be visible, but possibly be one of the brightest stars in the night sky. Well, for at least six months, anyway.

Back in our 3rd Century, 1800 years ago, two stars in the Cygnus constellation (a binary system named KIC9832227) crashed into one another forming a Red Nova. The light from the two stars joining will reach us soon, and has been dubbed the Boom Star.
First discovered in 2013 by Professor Larry Molnar of Calvin College, who, using data dating back to 1999, noticed the orbital speed of the system decreasing as time went on. Though these types of explosions occur once every ten years in our galaxy, this one is close enough for us to see it with the naked eye. According to the work presented at the 2016 American Astronomy Association meeting in Texas, it should be one of the most visible stars for a minimum of six months.
The UK's Royal Astronomical Society's Dr. Robert Massey said, "Nobody has ever managed to predict the birth of a star before, so this is really unprecedented, and I think there will be a race among amateur astronomers, and members of the public to spot it first."



-- August 11, 2017 --

When Bones Tell A Tale

Abel Folgar, over at Miami New Times, asked me a few questions concerning my recent 10" release for an online feature.

Click here to check it out, and enjoy the read!



-- July 28, 2017 --

Massacre of the Innocent

I'm a huge animal lover, and this is one of those stories that really got to me.
I understand depression, and that many can't control their actions when they suffer from it, but sometimes those actions boggle even my mind. Take the case of Terry Thompson. Terry was a veteran of the Vietnam War, but - more importantly - one of Ohio's best known exotic animal collectors. In 2008, he appeared on The Rachael Ray Show, and also supplied animals for photo shoots, but, in 2010, Thompson was arrested on federal gun charges, and was sent to prison. Soon, he was in debt, and then his wife had left him. Afterward, he decided to cut this mortal coil.

On October 18th of 2011, Terry decided to commit suicide by shooting himself in the head, but, before doing so, he set free all the animals at his Zanesville, OH private zoo, Muskingum County Animal Farm. He released 56 animals, including eighteen tigers, seventeen lions, eight bears, three cougars, two wolves, and a baboon. A neighbor, Sam Kopchak, noticed his horse freaking out, and then a lion creeping up to it. He ran for a phone, and called Terry to let him know one of his animals was loose. After no answer, he dialed 911, and the police visited Thompson's property, only to find all the cages empty. Springing into action, the cops put out warnings for the locals, and went on the hunt. 49 of those beautiful creatures were shot, and killed. Of those not gunned down by the pigs: one wolf was hit by a car, and six others (three leopards, a grizzly and two monkeys) made their way into Terry's home, where they were tranquilized, and later brought to the Columbus Zoo.

In the days after, Ohio governor, John Kasich, signed a temporary moratorium on the sale of exotic animals, and it is now illegal to own one in that state.
As I normally state after posts like these: if you ever find yourself in desperate times, and are in need of someone to talk to, please call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255.



-- July 11, 2017 --

The World's Most Dangerous Book

In 1874, S. George & Company released a book by a doctor from Michigan, Robert Clark Kedzie, titled Shadows from the Walls of Death.

Upon returning to Michigan from his service in the Civil War in 1863, he was offered a chair in the Michigan Agricultural College's chemistry department. There he he experimented with beet sugars, and is now remembered as the "Father of the Michigan Beet Sugar Industry". During his tenure, he found high arsenic levels to be a major issue in the local soil, and was later (1873) asked to head a Board of Health committee on "Poisons, Special Sources of Danger to Life and Health". The following year he released a paper titled, "Poisonous Papers", and got the idea to release a book on the wallpaper industry's use of arsenic.
His book, Shadows from the Walls of Death, contained 86 pages, but only six of those - a preface - contained words. What followed Dr. Kedzie's introduction were 22 x 30" (56 x 76 cm) wallpaper samples. The reason for the book, which was released in a very limited quantity, was to showcase the ever-growing use of wallpaper dyed using arsenic pigments, and it contained actual pieces of the poisonous wallpapers.
Currently, there are only two known copies, both of which are housed at Michigan State University's Special Collections Library. Strangely enough, contemporary interest in the book spawned a 178-page reprint (minus the arsenic, of course), in 2014.



-- July 07, 2017 --

Huge Apologies

I have returned to the world of long-haul trucking. While I couldn't be happier, I was struggling for a bit to find the time to update this blog, and that kind of depressed me.
Well, I've settled in, and feel I can now devote some energy back here. You'll start seeing new posts before next month.
On a side note, I am no longer writing for No Echo, but you can still find an archive of over 30 of my articles on the site (click here).
Check back soon for new posts!



-- February 25, 2017 --

Gone Again!?

Yep. I'm hitting the road again for a bit: traveling up to Green Bay, WI, and Atlanta, GA, for about a month. Though I plan to keep up this blog when I return, I'll have no new projects out for some time (except the upcoming 156 Good-Bye, Bed-Stuy, Ten Times cassette / booklet, due out this summer). I'll also be working on, and wrapping up, my newest issue of Exscind, but that won't be out until almost next winter. Still, I wrote some great music pieces for No Echo, which they will post throughout the next two-three months, so check them out until I return to regular posting here. Cheers!



-- February 17, 2017 --

Well Heil Be Damned

Christian socialist and novelist Francis Julius Bellamy (1855 - 1931) is best known for penning the most recent version of the U.S. "Pledge of Allegiance" in 1892. Immediately after writing the Pledge, he recalled a salute created by James B. Upham, which Bellamy found in the children's magazine The Youth's Companion, and thought it would fit perfectly. He called it the "flag salute", and it was demonstrated for the first time on October 12, 1892 for the National School Celebration of Columbus Day. It originally had an open palm facing up, but many found it uncomfortable, and it was soon switched to holding the palm down.

The salute was picked up by Italian Fascists in the 1920s (calling it the Roman salute), and it was later adopted by the Germans (known as the Sieg Heil). Once the Unites States got involved in World War II, Congress amended the Flag Code in 1942, replacing what became known as the "Bellamy salute" with the simple gesture of holding one's hand over their heart for civilians performing the "Pledge of Allegiance".



-- February 06, 2017 --

No Such Thing As Bad Publicity

In 1874, author Mark Twain (born Samuel Clemens, 1835 - 1910) got to watch a typewriter demonstration in Boston, and immediately bought a Remington Typewriter. Even though the entire globe was suffering from an economic depression, Twain spent $125 on his newfound contraption - what would be about three grand today. A few days later, he typed his first letter to his brother on December 9th, complaining that his daughter was using it more than he was. By 1875, he had given it away twice, and it was returned to him both times. The following year, after publishing The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, he claimed it was the first novel to be written using a typewriter, but this was not true, and Twain probably made the statement only to be first at something.
The company who made his typewriter, Remington Typewriter Company, got wind of this, and asked him to help promote the machine, to which he replied:

Please do not use my name in any way. Please do not even divulge the fact that I own a machine. I have entirely stopped using the Type-Writer, for the reason that I never could write a letter with it to anybody without receiving a request by return mail that I would not only describe the machine but state what progress I had made in the use of it, etc., etc. I don't like to write letters, and so I don't want people to know that I own this curiosity-breeding little joker.
Yours truly,
Saml. L. Clemens

By the turn of the century, Mark changed his tune, and wrote in his 1904 autobiography, the "early machine was full of caprices, full of defects - devilish ones. It had as many immoralities as the machine of today has virtues."
The Remington company got wind of those lines from then-unpublished autobiography (from an article in The North American Review), and used the previous letter, and a section of the book, in a full-page advertisement in Harper's Magazine in 1905.

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All press is good press, I guess.



-- February 01, 2017 --

A Bone Shaking Good Time

Wednesday, February 8th, 156 will play a rare show at the 13th annual International Noise Conference in Miami, FL, @ Churchill's Pub (5501 NE 2nd Ave). The doors open at 9pm, but there are dozens of bands that night, so please turn up early to support all the artists. Others playing include Drowning the Virgin Silence, Erratix, Pain Appendix, Sloth, City Medicine, and Destructive Bodies.

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It's been three years since the last 156 show, and - yes - this set will be based off the Memento Mori sessions. I will be using only human bones, hooked up to electronics manipulated by Brett Slutski of Destructive Bodies / Acid Casualty.



-- January 23, 2017 --

Put On Your Aluminium Foil Hats

Did you know there was a time when aluminium was more expensive than gold?
In fact, Napoleon III let most of his banquet guests use gold tableware, but he saved the aluminium cutlery for his most cherished visitors. Pure aluminium was so rare - even though it makes up 8% of Earth's crust - that whole bars were on heavily guarded display in most houses of European royalty. It even crowned the top of the Washington Monument in 1884 (a 6 lbs / 2.7 kg pyramid), because it was then the most expensive metal around.

Aluminium, element 13 on the Periodic Table, is never found in its pure metallic form, and is normally mixed with oxygen in rocks or clay. In the 1780s, many scientists thought alum salts contained an unknown metal, but it wasn't extracted until 1825, when Danish chemist Hans Christian Oersted developed a procedure to extract extremely small amounts of it. By 1845, German Friedrich Wöhler (using his own method) was able to produce larger samples. This still kept aluminium at around $1200 a kilo (current value would be at over $26,000). Wöhler's method was then improved in 1854 by Frenchman Henri Sainte-Claire Deville, which made its value drop to about $40 per kg ($900 today).
In 1886, American chemist Charles Martin Hall, and yet another French chemist, Paul Héroult, independently invented new processes (using electric batteries) to cheaply obtain aluminium oxide from bauxite ore. Karl Joseph Bayer, an Austrian chemist, further developed the practice in 1888, which is still the method we use today. Charles Hall established the Pittsburgh Reduction Company, producing 25 kilograms per day, but by 1909 the amount reached 41,000 per day, and this caused the price to fall to 60 cents per kilogram (just $10 in our modern economy).
On an interesting side note: the reason we Americans say, and write, "aluminum" is in part thanks to a small mistake. When Hall advertised his product, the "i" was erroneously dropped, and he thought that made it sound very similar to valuable platinum. While all his patents show the element as "aluminium", his company was soon named Aluminum Company of America, and it stuck in the States.



-- January 11, 2017 --

Active Again... Almost Radioactive

I'm back from my vacation, and although I have yet to find a place to settle down, I do have a story for you.
Remember a little over a year ago, a 14-year-old boy named Ahmed Mohamed was charged with a hoax bomb when bringing a homemade clock project to school? That scene has nothing on the case known as The Radioactive Boy Scout.

In 1994, 17-year-old David Hahn was in love with chemistry so much, that he decided to build a breeder reactor in his mom's backyard shed in Commerce Township, Michigan. Inspired by 1960 book The Golden Book of Chemistry Experiments (by Kurt Saxon and Robert Brent), David had soon outgrown simple exercises, and began attempting dangerous procedures. For most chemists, these ventures were treacherous enough, but Hahn - being a poor student in school - was rather inept in this field. He once showed up to a Boy Scout meeting glowing orange, after creating a fake tanner that exploded in his face. Another time, he almost blew off his hand when he stupidly tried to stir a vat of pure potassium with a metal screwdriver.
One thing he was good at was subterfuge. In 1993, after receiving a merit badge in Atomic Energy (yep, it's real), he began to write to government officials as "Professor Hahn", saying he wanted to know of some atomic exercises his students could perform in class. Even though the letters contained several misspellings, and mistakes, many offered information that helped David begin to building a nuclear reactor. Hahn collected radioactive material from household products (radium from clocks, tritium from gunsights, and thorium from camping lanterns), as well as purchasing $1000 worth of batteries, to extract the lithium in helping to purify thorium ash using a Bunsen burner. If you're wondering where a minor could get that type of cash, I guess the children of divorced parents tend to get special treatment. So much in fact, that his mom and stepdad were hardly suspicious of why, every time David exited the shed, he would throw out his clothes and shoes.
It seems that Hahn was - even though wearing a dentist's lead apron - getting a bit nauseous, and decided to scrap his atomic trials a little before his home reactor reached critical mass. As he was dumping the goods, a passing officer thought the trash was a possible discarded drug lab, and called for backup. Once realizing they were out of their element, the fuzz called the FBI, who in turn turned to the Nuclear Regulatory Commission, which found over 1000x the normal level of background radiation. The Environmental Protection Agency designated the Hahn home a hazardous materials cleanup site, and later buried the shed in a Utah radioactive dump.
As you'd expect, things didn't go well for David after all this. Possibly due to the stress of the scandal, his mother committed suicide the following year. Hahn enrolled in community college, but soon dropped out. He followed it up with a stint in the Navy, and later the Marines, but was then diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic with bipolar disorder. In 2007, DH was arrested for larceny, after being found with a large amount of smoke detectors from the apartment building were he lived. Due to his face being covered in sores, it was believed he was again exposed to a large dose of radiation from collecting the detector's americium.

Hahn died one year and 13 days after the Ahmed Mohamed clock incident, at only 39 years of age. It is believed his life was shortened due to his wild experiments with radioactive materials.



-- December 05, 2016 --

On Vacation, Sorta

I've decided to hit the road for a bit.
Packed up what little belongings I haven't got rid of yet, and am looking for a new home base. Brooklyn has been kind to me, and my seven years here have been filled with amazing days, and fun-filled nights, as well as nurturing one of the most creative times in my music and art career. I may return to the area, but may settle somewhere completely different, so I'm going to use this time to figure that out.
Orders are being filled by a few friends; if there is anything of mine you'd like to order, please feel free, and don't hesitate.

I hope to be back online a little after the New Year, so here's to posting again in 2017!
Until then, Razorcake's website should post the last collection of my "backpatch pics" pretty soon, plus music website No Echo has a few music articles of mine that should hold you over.
Otherwise, from here on down: read slowly.







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