Saturday, April 18, 2015
I went to a Record Store on Record Store Day (today). Why did I think that would be fun? I love this record store (Breakaway, on North Loop) on normal days. Today there were about a hundred people browsing, and the owner came out to tell me not to park my bike on the sidewalk. I’m sure he was trying to be nice to someone (me) he perceived as a dick, but it still sucked. It was like going to the mall on Black Friday. I don’t like music enough to tolerate crowds to get it unless it’s really fun, and this wasn’t.
I came home, got MySQL working on my MacBook with help from Pete Jacobson, and worked on some scalable vector graphics/Raphael.js for a shits-and-giggles project. Also I repainted my big squiggle with some ‘spensive fluorescent pink paint, and mixed up some diazo emulsion to coat screens for silkscreening. I got the purple diazo all over my hands forgetting it turns your skin green, for a long time. Mixed with the fluorescent pink spots, I have the paws of an alien.