I love when packaging is useful and thinks beyond the contents. Tuned Pale Ale is a great concept. It’s as easy as drinking your beer to the line indicated and blowing a well-tuned note. Apparently the bottle has ridges on the back for percussion and the box contains a tongue drum. They need to have an open competition that challenges groups of people to use only their packaging to recreate (or just create) monolithic pieces of music.

Maybe a set of crystal glasses with a similar measure would help people create one man orchestras…

We’re really excited to try Ken Vedrinski’s new establishment, Enoteca, on Percy Street.  It will be a great place to head after a long day at the office. via Charleston City Paper

Brandon wore some pretty fancy shoes today.

Upon closer inspection we found that he has placed them directly on top of Mason’s flip flops.  Pretty funny stuff, Mr. Brandon.

Rejoice! Hurray! OK! Alright! Yay! Amennnnn!

Congratulations Charleston. We can now officially recycle plastics 3-7. (No plastic bags, plastic wrap, styrofoam, or napalm).

Next steps — recycling bins in all computer labs K-12++ and emission tests on cars.

Excuse the sourced graphic below. Maybe one day we can sprinkle some interesting data on this and turn it into a pretty lil infographic.

I wanted to congratulate my friend and old bandmate Derek on playing his first solo show as Computerization – he released an album recently which is quite terrific. Don’t mind the blurriness of the photo, those are just mega-sound waves distorting the atmosphere.

Fuzzco on Unhappy Hipsters!

Sadly, not the first time she’d had to hold him back from a fistfight with a bocce ball.  (UH Foto Friday; photo by Squire Fox, featuring Fuzzco)

Erwin Wurm poses himself with everyday objects for his series “One Minute Sculptures.”

Here is our contribution.

Once upon a time there lived Helen, Josh and Mason.  They lived happily in their mansion by the spring, taking pleasure in bird watching and building sandcastles. They enjoyed each other’s company and became quite accustomed to tasting bubbly wines together over evenings of story-telling.

Life was idyllic until one fateful day.  On Helen’s way to feed peonies to baby lambs, Fuzzco’s trusted steed, Prius, took a tumble down the mountain.

Not too far from Helen, Mason was having his own adventure.  All of the bubbly from the night before gave Mason enormous amounts of energy. He felt like a giant with a giant heart and giant lungs. He needed to make a lot of notes that day for a project he was working on but he didn’t have a big enough pencil so he had to draw one.

He put the huge pencil in his pocket and sat down on the grass with a delicious cup of coffee.  Little did he know the pencil was so big and heavy that the earth below him was sinking.

Josh was back at the Mansion enjoying a phone call and relishing in his new shirt designed by Helen for Redux.

All of a sudden some tiny seedlings gathered around the back of the house.

The seedlings looked friendly but in fact had evil plans for Josh.  With Helen and Mason distracted in their own debacles they had Josh all to themselves.  They slowly started building a wall so that Josh would never be able to escape.

Lucky for Fuzzco they had some great friends who upon hearing about the evil seedlings decided to get married (because when you get married you get extra powers). With their new special powers they flew over to the house to break down the walls and free Josh.

Josh, Mason and Helen were all freed from the curse of the seedlings and they were so happy that they decided to join Spoleto Scene.

And so the fourth month of the year two-thousand and tenth year came to a close.

That’s right, I said biennial. I’m sure most of you smarty pants already know what that means, but in the event that you are still reading:

Biennial means every 2 years.

Biannual and Semiannual both mean twice a year.

We live in a hard language, no?

Underwear and socks…. I suppose we are told these are our dirtiest things. That said, how often do you actually get new underwear and socks? If you’re like me, you just have a stash and keep it clean, with rare additions.

Apparently there is a real need for manpacks. It’s a great idea, but it saddens us that there is a real demand to be filled. It seems to bolster the statistic given in Anne Leonard’s Story of Stuff (post to come) that 99% of the products we buy are trashed within 6 months.

I’d also like to comment that I think Manpacks missed an opportunity to better name their packages. For instance, couldn’t “Just Socks” be called “Commando”.