Welcome to the Marshland

Picking up where i left off. If you are ever in South FL, take a trip to the Everglades, you will in no way be disappointed. I'm fortunate enough to live less than an hour away from this arresting domain and like to wander through any chance i get. Their is something about the feeling you get when you are miles away from civilization, in the middle of nowhere, and if not careful can seriously be in a shitty situation. Their is no room for error out there when hanging with these fuckers.

The photos really speak for themselves in what to expect when you're out there in the wild. The always great Marcel Lecours accompanied me on this adventure, he's very much the outdoors man if not more so than I am. The Glades is not really a place to venture out in when you're on your own.

We did a little freshwater fishing, toured the vast open terrain, and took a drive out to Chokoloskee. There is so much history there, i leave it to you to do your own research. Chokoloskee is one of if not, the first settlement in South FL, enough said about that.

Welcome to the Smallwood's Store

We headed back for a little more fishing, gator wrestling, and trail riding. It was the first time I got to get the Gray Dragon full of mud and use it for what it was built for. Good times.

Excuse me while I kiss the sky.

It was a stellar day, no noise, no pollution, no assholes running you off the road flipping you off as they pass by, not a care in the world. Again, go visit the FL Everglades any chance you get. Just don't park in Pastor Dantin's spot.

View from the top

New Directions

It seems as though things have been going fairly well for a change. In the past month Ive managed to check out a high voltage rock band, give some successful presentations, take a weekend getaway, and explore the always great FL Everglades.






I did an open house in NYC which was lovely. Showed off new releases and presented a few prototypes. It turned out to be quite colorful.




D and I took a little weekend getaway to the magical, mystical and all alluring, Marco Island. We hit the beach up, read, and ate fish, as you do in Marco.

In order to get to this:

you have to wade through this

then walk through this

It was a pleasant little adventure, one to put in the "one to remember" file. Marco Island is the largest of the 10 thousand islands and the drive to and from is quite picturesque. Since I had the woman with me, she didn't really fancy stopping a hundred times to take in the scenery. So I got to thinking...

Nuptial

The Real American Hero

Im in Miami Bitch

I'm not one to enjoy the rave scene but work led me to spending an evening with 50,000 interesting characters. I attended the Ultra music festival to support 30 of our new Mac III lamps. Aside from tripping over people fucked up on one designer drug or another, I met with some very talented programmers and designers. Apparently this event attracts people from all over the world so i guess someone must be doing something right. The lamps performed flawlessly and i witness some dexterous artists, a good night in my book.







My cue to leave was when i noticed the inside of one the tents dripping with all kinds of nastiness from all the sweat, heat, and debauchery going on inside.





Peace out


The rest of the weekend was lovely, got botched out on a gig and spent the rest of my time playing "Find that bottle cap"





If things keep going down this route, I'll never get my dream home