<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:06:26.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuypijama ::  illadelphia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-3286673554084652491</id><published>2008-05-07T05:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T05:26:16.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycles</title><content type='html'>So, since I have final crits and finals coming up this week and next my sleep schedule has been completely fucked up.  I went to bed at four last night; I stayed up studying for my Art History final.  Then after that I hung out in a park for awhile with some friends, then went home and slept for three hours between 7:00 and 10:00.  Now it's 5:00 in the morning and I'm not exactly tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may remember my genius plan, the QUAD SLEEP CYCLE.  It was pretty chill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SCF0kpKYQuI/AAAAAAAAASc/xlxWhJ9-fm4/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SCF0kpKYQuI/AAAAAAAAASc/xlxWhJ9-fm4/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197563617835762402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was basically revolved around intervals of six hours awake and six hours asleep.  So you'd sleep from 12:00am until 6:00am.  You'd get up, work for 6 hours until 12:00pm when you'd sleep until 6:00pm.  Then you have a whole other 6 hours to do whatever you want before you need to go back to sleep again.  I think when I made it up there was some purpose, but I can't remember it right now.  It sounds kind of dumb now that I look back on it, but I've kind of fallen into that pattern...we'll see how tomorrow goes and how much more fucked up my biological clock can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make any sense, my body should realize that "OH SHIT YOU ONLY GOT LIKE A COUPLE HOURS OF SLEEP YOUR DUMB" so shouldn't I be tired at a reasonable hour tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I'll be home on the EVE of the 14th now.  Final schedules all figured out and stuff should be good.  So I'll see most of you THEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-3286673554084652491?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/3286673554084652491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=3286673554084652491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/3286673554084652491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/3286673554084652491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2008/05/cycles.html' title='Cycles'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SCF0kpKYQuI/AAAAAAAAASc/xlxWhJ9-fm4/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-2470520393639204875</id><published>2008-04-29T19:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:37:09.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>KONSOOMER</title><content type='html'>Ugh, it hit me today how much I've become  Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become nearly entirely a Mac.  I was one of those kids who didn't even have/use an iPod through MOST of high school, and now EVERYTHING is mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school rolled me a Macbook Pro when I got here, and soon after for my birthday I got an iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day my phone died and the cheapest alternative was a 260$ pink razer, so I picked up the iPhone because my parents wanted me to have one for while now and I've always considered it.  So far I love it, especially since I've been using iCal and the address book online so everything is synced with my computer, it's great.  I've only ever broken phones too, I've never lost a phone, so I'm not worried about loosing this one, and it's 400$ so it shouldn't exactly break, so I'm good, I think.  It's real chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hit me I was a Mac when I went to the store today to by a Mac Keyboard because the keyboard on my laptop was freaking.  I had my iPod headphone in one ear, my iPhone on the other, and a keyboard in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://digitaldaily.allthingsd.com/files/2007/06/iphone_34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://digitaldaily.allthingsd.com/files/2007/06/iphone_34.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-2470520393639204875?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/2470520393639204875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=2470520393639204875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/2470520393639204875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/2470520393639204875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2008/04/konsoomer.html' title='KONSOOMER'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-7787170534308481526</id><published>2008-04-29T18:57:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:30:14.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SCRUNK</title><content type='html'>Oh my god, each and every one of you guys would have loved that party soo much.  It was insane, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, four of my friends "moved in" to their new apartment on the 1st of April, but since there was a lot of work that still needed to be done, they haven't actually moved any of their stuff into it, but they are paying for it.  So we all figured we have a decent sized apartment filled with nothing, might as well throw a party now while nothing can't get ruined.  PERFECT PLAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the week leading up to the partayay, we set up stuff.  Oh man, I had so many Deja-voo moments of the first couple raves we put up.  This one was on a much smaller scale, but stuff like facebook groups, organizing whose coming, how to tell people about, and setting it up...best feelings ever, although often very stressfull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we set up the necessities, a beer pong table we found, colored lights we had laying about, and a couple spinning light guys that a neighbor had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the sound system and DJ set up.  I think I'm going to do this with every party I DJ at from now on.  Bascially, it was Harry's speakers that he "gave" me, that I brought to school.  Those of you who were there, these were the beauties that helped the Rave-mitsvah on it's way.  The worked perfectly, as to be expected, sans a few overloading and shutting down of the receiver it worked quite well.  But the booth was the gnarliest most ghetto piece of hot ass shitcake you've ever seen.  I just WISH I had a picture to prove it but I kinda don't.  It was three milkcrates staked on either side with two speakers (borrowed from mah crazy breakdance bro, Geoff(not tough :()) stacked inside each of them, and it was all held together on top by a piece of folded Cardboard that we wrote all over.  Everything was taped together with duck tape and on top sat Har's speaks with the laptop connecting to the receiver on the floor.  GHEETTTTO &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SBesAmBR37I/AAAAAAAAASM/pZ_Kd1H6reI/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SBesAmBR37I/AAAAAAAAASM/pZ_Kd1H6reI/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194809821401046962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid Party, party shot.  The them of the party was 80's, if you can tell from the pictures.  So people got all dressed up and the whole week I heard people getting super hyped about it and talking about what they were going to wear.  I don't really have 80's cloths, so I just wore like bright colors, which worked.  The tunes spun will all hard knockers, with some 80's flair thrown in.  Thinking back I KINDA wish it wasn't 80's themed, because thats what people expected to hear and when they didn't get the tunes they wanted the whole time they got annoyed.  I figured, the later it got, the less they would care, but I gave 'em some tunes to rock out to and sing along still.  It worked real well, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SBers2BR32I/AAAAAAAAARk/HcJ5dyn6IQ4/s1600-h/n604171793_528168_1093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SBers2BR32I/AAAAAAAAARk/HcJ5dyn6IQ4/s320/n604171793_528168_1093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194809482098630498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 'licked' my friend Nhut.  And as much as I tell people tongue did not actually touch delicious skin, they don't believe me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SBertWBR33I/AAAAAAAAARs/7VXU0GGFcy8/s1600-h/n1227540092_30049859_4536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SBertWBR33I/AAAAAAAAARs/7VXU0GGFcy8/s320/n1227540092_30049859_4536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194809490688565106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeeeejzzzz.  Jackie had more tunes to rock the 80's loving crowds, and I threw down bangers, so it was a nice mix.  I threw in some XKLUSSIVVVVE H-ROD tracks that tore up the fucking place.  gghahh, it's times like that that I NEED my wepo bro's in on the scene :(  YOU ARE ALL INVITED TO FUTURE PARTIESSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SBertWBR34I/AAAAAAAAAR0/FW-wqSIt_zU/s1600-h/n1477890044_30022456_2330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SBertWBR34I/AAAAAAAAAR0/FW-wqSIt_zU/s320/n1477890044_30022456_2330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194809490688565122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crowd shottt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SBertmBR35I/AAAAAAAAAR8/mDX48vpNUOs/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SBertmBR35I/AAAAAAAAAR8/mDX48vpNUOs/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194809494983532434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am in love with Traktor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A neighbor, who we later find out even calls the police for a BAR being too loud, called around 1:30ish and people left pretty quickly.  Weird thing was, the cop only rolled by, flashed his lights, then rolled out, and that was it.  Whatever it was, people still left pretty quick, which is too bad, but the party had peaked already and people were just a drunken mess at this point so there wasn't much sense in staying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights of the night was when Jackie had the idea to pull down the volume and get a couple people to yell "TAKE YOUR CLOTHS OFFF".  We did it.  And it was so.  PEOPLE GOT NEK.  There's some semi-nek pictures flying around, but I'm not going to put them on the 'ol BLOG.  It was gnar, tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SBesBGBR38I/AAAAAAAAASU/nILd2baWZN0/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SBesBGBR38I/AAAAAAAAASU/nILd2baWZN0/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194809829990981570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are a couple of my better friends here Caiti on the left and Lyndsay on the right.  We hung around with about 4-5 other people after everyone cleared out and pretty much just layed on the floor trying to recover what we could of our energy.  Originally we all were planning on spending the night at the house, but the place was so gross and the wooden floor did not seem as appealing as a bed at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys gotta come to the 'delph.  SHIT GETS RAW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-7787170534308481526?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/7787170534308481526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=7787170534308481526' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/7787170534308481526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/7787170534308481526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2008/04/scrunk.html' title='SCRUNK'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SBesAmBR37I/AAAAAAAAASM/pZ_Kd1H6reI/s72-c/IMG_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-2797943716557523144</id><published>2008-04-25T20:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:42:25.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Illadelph Bangers</title><content type='html'>Solo Deejin' my first 'delph PARTAYAY tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beats gunna be slick, legs gunna break, shit gunna be raw, nakedness urvehwhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you all know how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-2797943716557523144?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/2797943716557523144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=2797943716557523144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/2797943716557523144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/2797943716557523144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2008/04/illadelph-bangers.html' title='Illadelph Bangers'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-2663646012559686799</id><published>2008-04-17T18:10:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:18:23.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WEPO</title><content type='html'>Here's when everybody is getting back to Wepo if you're not on this list comment on this post with when you'll be home.  IT'LL BE RAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me - Anywhere between May 5th and May 16th...depending on my final crit schedule&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan - May 17th (might be 25th if he does this thing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Berry - May 12th&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cooper - HOME&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris - May 8th or 12th&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evan - Between the 15th and 22nd depending on TAIKOTAIKO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jordan - May 23rd or June 7th depending on Rowing SHIZ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy - Februlary O'Clock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt - HOME&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-2663646012559686799?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/2663646012559686799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=2663646012559686799' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/2663646012559686799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/2663646012559686799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2008/04/wepo.html' title='WEPO'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-8435124701696955122</id><published>2008-04-16T20:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:48:29.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Dat Krypto</title><content type='html'>I bought a bike lock so NOT EVEN SUPERMAN CAN STEAL MAH SHITS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SAaeBSCn2nI/AAAAAAAAARc/D_pRzSpuCXs/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SAaeBSCn2nI/AAAAAAAAARc/D_pRzSpuCXs/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190009365450971762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and News from the delph is coming back kicking, so check back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-8435124701696955122?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/8435124701696955122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=8435124701696955122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/8435124701696955122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/8435124701696955122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-dat-krypto.html' title='On Dat Krypto'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SAaeBSCn2nI/AAAAAAAAARc/D_pRzSpuCXs/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-6902211739009658927</id><published>2008-04-15T21:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:28:42.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Me the Pink + JAPANTHER</title><content type='html'>Sunday I went to basement punk show at a friend of mines house.  Japanther and Show Me the Pink were playing.  I don't really know how he got this deal set up, or how any of it really works, but Japanther is actually a pretty big group.  Like, a bunch of people know if them, and now they are playing in some kids basement.  I don't get it, but I dig it.  The guyhttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.photo.gifs that started Japanther went to Pratt actually, which is interesting.  Maybe Talia will end up in a punk band someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't much of any of their stuff before seeing the show, but I did know their name.  I was exciting, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bike to the house around 7:30 - 8:00ish and meet up with friends inside.  Japanther was cool enough to show up late, so you know they are legit.  We hang out for awhile and people are gettin a little drunk when before we know it after an hour has gone by and they still haven't showed.  We start getting a little bored and anxious so we find a ball and go outside and FOUR SQUARE IT UP.  I forgot how great this game is.  So, uh, we are going to hit up Long Lots one of this days in the summer and rock out.  Def.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we see the bands van roll by a little bit later so we head back to the house to see if anything has started up yet.  Too many people pile into the basement around Show Me The Pink and they start rocking out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SAVTmiCn2kI/AAAAAAAAARE/jypl7iw1UWk/s1600-h/DSC_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SAVTmiCn2kI/AAAAAAAAARE/jypl7iw1UWk/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189646067052304962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really into the punk scene...like, at all, but oh my god I can't tell you enough how much I enjoyed the show.  The music is eh, but IT'S LOUD, ENERGETIC, AND INTOXICATING, so I'm more than down.  The scene was gnar, the place was full of tattood, drunk, punkers going crazy.  Picture proves it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SAVUAiCn2lI/AAAAAAAAARM/xXGF821dJCY/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SAVUAiCn2lI/AAAAAAAAARM/xXGF821dJCY/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189646513728903762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ceiling clearance, I LOVE IT.  SO retarded, it's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Japanther comes on after and they are dope as shit.  They sing into telephones that look like they have just been ripped out of PayPhones and they make their voices sound slightly mechanical which gives a really cool edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SAVUliCn2mI/AAAAAAAAARU/8kIuw_OHJuY/s1600-h/DSC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SAVUliCn2mI/AAAAAAAAARU/8kIuw_OHJuY/s320/DSC_0142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189647149384063586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights of the night was the destruction of the place.  By the time we left, it was hardly a basement, and much more of a wasteland.  Someone had ripped the piping from the ceiling was hanging by these pipes in the middle of the dance floor.  It started leaking and people started going crazy and pulling harder until the thing BROKE IN HALF showering the entire crowd and band with gushing gurgling fountains of water pouring from the ceiling.  PEOPLE. WENT. NUTS.  The guy he lived there tried to fix it for a minute, then went back to dancing a second later.  SO GNAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-518.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v232/181/88/1335180518/n1335180518_30484097_6117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-518.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v232/181/88/1335180518/n1335180518_30484097_6117.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YESSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was probably the best ending to any party I've ever been to.  A waterpipe was broken showering the basement, Japanther had finished playing the last of all of the songs they've written, and the cops showed up.  All within 5 minutes.  It could not have been a better finish to an insanely energetic Sunday evening.  I'd do it again in a second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-6902211739009658927?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/6902211739009658927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=6902211739009658927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/6902211739009658927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/6902211739009658927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2008/04/show-me-pink-japanther.html' title='Show Me the Pink + JAPANTHER'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SAVTmiCn2kI/AAAAAAAAARE/jypl7iw1UWk/s72-c/DSC_0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-1649048687366669992</id><published>2008-04-14T20:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:23:00.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2001: A Space Odyssey</title><content type='html'>This movie blows my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past Friday I went and saw the Philadelphia Orchestra go and play the theme music from the film.  They played:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LEGETI'S Atmospheres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRAHM'S Violin Concerto in d Major. Op. 77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. STRAUSS'S Also sprach Zarathustra Op. 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. STRAUSS. JR. "On the Beautiful Blue Danube" Waltz Op. 314&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending with Blue Danube was amazing and fit so well.  Atmospheres was my favorite piece and Ryan was telling me that this was the first symphony to not have a melody of any sort, which is pretty interesting.  Ryan was also telling me that the Philadelphia Orchestra is one of the best Orchestras in the country, which is really cool.  They had this dude who did a bunch of solos named Nikolaj Znaider.  I've never heard of him before, but they made it sound like he was the greatest violin man in the world.  All I know is that this dude was about 10 feet tall and could kill me by looking at me.  That was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole show was just under 2 hours long.  With my student ID I only had to pay $8 to see it.  It was great, this couple next to me paid 80$ for their tickets.  How's that for a good deal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-1649048687366669992?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/1649048687366669992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=1649048687366669992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/1649048687366669992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/1649048687366669992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2008/04/2001-space-odyssey.html' title='2001: A Space Odyssey'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-7442693116176806082</id><published>2008-04-14T19:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:12:47.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Chip</title><content type='html'>I saw Hot Chip at the &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/venue/8778718"&gt;Starlight Ballroom&lt;/a&gt; last week on Thursday.  I've had a number of their remixes and songs of theirs that other people remixed, but I only picked up a CD of just their stuff a couple weeks ago.    I dug it, so I had to get tickets.  A numbr of my friends were going too, so that was a big incentive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me, they all got tickets before the show sold out.  So I was the only one in the group of 5 or 6 of us without tickets.  Getting tickets was a FIASCO.  The only 'logical' way of getting tickets I could think of by using &lt;a href="http://www.craigslist.com"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/a&gt;.  SO, I probably sent out a dozen emails to people claiming to have tickets.  I spent an entire week on craigslist seeing if I could get tickets.  90% of the emails I sent out were ignored by the receivers, I got two responses back.  When I responded for second time to one of them, I was finally ignored yet again, but mah last boy hooked me up.  One thing about buying stuff off of craigslist which is kind of weird, is that you have to go meet the person in order to make the trade.  So I could have ended up buying a ticket off some starving marmot for all I knew.  But, the dude was chill and I got in paying less than all my friends did.  Of course I gave the dude a 20$ although online he said he only wanted 15$.  I was just so greatfull someone actually got back to be, it was worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the show was awesome.  Some group called Blood Something or other opened for them and nobody was feeling it too much.  They were alright, but, eh.  Ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Chip was ridonk.  It was a really fun show and vibe was right where it needed to be.  Nobody was really standing around looking like they didn't know what was going and everyone got reals into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SAPpQyCn2hI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WGJBxpsFHUE/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SAPpQyCn2hI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WGJBxpsFHUE/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189247670180895250" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SAPpRCCn2iI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/KPGFmQJteVw/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SAPpRCCn2iI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/KPGFmQJteVw/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189247674475862562" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Lyndsay had her boyfriend come down for the weekend so he was there as well.  He has basically the same taste in music as I and he's totally crazy.  He wears hi-tops and bright blue pants and can dance all night.  Mah type of d000d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawt vids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vYc0rV6U3oI"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vYc0rV6U3oI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8b66ed7ac73099a7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8b66ed7ac73099a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330421114%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7907A809B2E0424E6C57E9D68E15006CB55EFAF3.5E5502B92D23A9D9E7579A160096E21139098480%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8b66ed7ac73099a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrEE6xQph_sFWmIZgpsLVVX9WFJc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8b66ed7ac73099a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330421114%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7907A809B2E0424E6C57E9D68E15006CB55EFAF3.5E5502B92D23A9D9E7579A160096E21139098480%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8b66ed7ac73099a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrEE6xQph_sFWmIZgpsLVVX9WFJc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say though, one of the highlights of the night was not seeing Hot Chip.  It was getting to hang out with Spank Rock a bit at the end of the night.  He's such a chill guy, he was just walking around getting pictures with people, drinking, and talking.  I gave him a couple good hand shakes.  What a bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIX OR IT DIDN'T HAPPEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SAPpRiCn2jI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yzXoSTM80rQ/s1600-h/IMG_0061EDIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SAPpRiCn2jI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yzXoSTM80rQ/s320/IMG_0061EDIT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189247683065797170" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-7442693116176806082?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/7442693116176806082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=7442693116176806082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/7442693116176806082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/7442693116176806082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2008/04/hot-chip.html' title='Hot Chip'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SAPpQyCn2hI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WGJBxpsFHUE/s72-c/IMG_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-1860583690682185368</id><published>2008-04-01T13:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:28:01.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy April Fools Day</title><content type='html'>yafoolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img387.imageshack.us/img387/9484/picture2ih9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img387.imageshack.us/img387/9484/picture2ih9.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out mah snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-1860583690682185368?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/1860583690682185368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=1860583690682185368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/1860583690682185368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/1860583690682185368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-april-fools-day.html' title='Happy April Fools Day'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-7818900517117303364</id><published>2008-03-20T13:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:54:26.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>609 CLARION ST</title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stuff has been happening, quite a bit actually.  But every time I think about sitting down and writing one of these I feel like it'll take a million years and I decide to forget about it. Well, NO MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a couple months ago I saw this dude:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://awnatcomiccon.animationblogspot.com/files/2007/07/Will%20Vinton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://awnatcomiccon.animationblogspot.com/files/2007/07/Will%20Vinton.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His name is Will Vinton and he basically invented Claymation.  It was awesome hearing him talk about the field and how he got started and all of the projects he has worked on.  He's known most famously for the M&amp;M Commericals, The PJs(TV show), Slacker Cats, and those old claymation raisin commercials if anyone remembers those.  He was very interesting and showed a lot of his prior work.  Cool stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all that was cool but now for the BIG NEWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;609 CLARION STREET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JHEAHHYYH BOI.  609 Clarion St, Philadelphia, PA where it's at.  GOT MAH HAUUUSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living with two friends next year.  Ray, who is a film buff going into Writing For Film and Isaac who is going into Art Education.  Both are totally chill bros.  I'm really looking forward to living with them and having you all meet them.  This past Tuesday we met with our Landlord and signed our lease!  We officially move in May 1st (or may 15th, depending on when the people move out).  We've paid our first, last, and safety rents and we're all set.  It's so exciting.  We are seated right on Broad and South street which is only 3-4 blocks from school which is a PERFECT location.  South street is where the whole night life scene of Philadelphia takes place, so it's a cool location to be in.  Here's a MAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R-KfgwWXmkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/aks1tbMvrrE/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R-KfgwWXmkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/aks1tbMvrrE/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179877906512845378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is pretty perfect.  It's this three floor deal + basement connected to another house on one side which is also full of uArts students.  (We don't know them, but I'm sure we'll figure out who they are soon enough...)  I'll try to map it out as best I can.  So you walk into a decent sized living room area where we will probably throw a couch or two and a TV.  You walk through this room hugging the left wall and you go through a little hall which on the right has a staircase up and straight ahead is the kitchen.  There is a back door there that leads to our BACKYARD, which is not much of a yard at all but it'll still be real cool to for barbeque's or something.  It's this little fenced off guy with gravel.  BETTER THAN NOTHIN, EH?  So if you were to go up the stairs you have a bedroom on the left (Isaac's), a bathroom to the front left, another staircase up to the front right and another bedroom to the right (Ray's).  Up the staircase is my room.  All the rooms are pretty similar sized.  It's like the perfect size for three of us.  I can't wait to move in.  It's going to be SO nice having a place for ourselves.  This is the first time I'll be living without the shadow of an RA or Parents over my head.  It's a big step I guess, dealing with heating, electric, water, and rental bills, but I'm so excited.  It's going to be great having a place to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you are coming at some point over the summer to check it out and see the philadelph sites.  It'll be crazy fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-7818900517117303364?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/7818900517117303364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=7818900517117303364' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/7818900517117303364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/7818900517117303364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2008/03/609-clarion-st.html' title='609 CLARION ST'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R-KfgwWXmkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/aks1tbMvrrE/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-2058150590462714796</id><published>2008-02-29T16:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:27:51.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Leap Year</title><content type='html'>I was gunna type up a big thing because it's a leap AN THIS SHIT ONLY HAPPENS ONCE EVERY FOUR YEARS YO but uh, I'm going to go to a party instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with this dude I saw giving a lecture.  He was totes gnar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R8ixAqMzvwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/aMJx4C4y9GY/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R8ixAqMzvwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/aMJx4C4y9GY/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172578796921143042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-2058150590462714796?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/2058150590462714796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=2058150590462714796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/2058150590462714796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/2058150590462714796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-leap-year.html' title='Happy Leap Year'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R8ixAqMzvwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/aMJx4C4y9GY/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-6405808335972290130</id><published>2008-02-21T19:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:13:22.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double D and Cup of J</title><content type='html'>Snag a pic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R74RpV9YvkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/GA0zs-QB5ig/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R74RpV9YvkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/GA0zs-QB5ig/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169588824234835522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda did. I ended up trying about 20 different settings and two lenses to try and get a picture to come out and this was still only the best I could get.  The eclipse was pretty cool though, I guess.  For those of you who missed it, YOU'LL HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL DECEMBER 21ST, 2010 UNTIL THE TIME THIS HAPPENS.  Man...how do they calculate this stuff...I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Amy was here this past weekend.  She tried to write her name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R74TEl9YvlI/AAAAAAAAAQE/EFTjER91MHk/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R74TEl9YvlI/AAAAAAAAAQE/EFTjER91MHk/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169590391897898578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that not a whole lot has been going on.  I wish I could say more but school's been pretty much school as of late.  Of course it's all been fun, but nothing remarkable has really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, the 'rents and the bro are in California skiing it up with the cousins this week.  I completely forgot that we had a February break in High School.  It's kind of weird thinking of them just doing their own thing and I'm off at school...I don't know how it would be any other way, but it is different thinking about it like that.  Yaknow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just found out yesterday that one of better friends here (Geoff) is transferring next year.  When he told me I was just kinda like "Ah, that sucks" but thinking more about it it really sucks.  We were planning on living together next year and we had all of these HUGE plans for parties, DJing, and starting a break dance THANG and setting up stuff in our house/apartment.  But, ugh, I guess not anymore.  SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Geoff and his roommate.  Geoff's suckin' on the bottle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R74UTV9YvmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/s0uaLlGv_2U/s1600-h/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R74UTV9YvmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/s0uaLlGv_2U/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169591744812596834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privaaaaaate Stockkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  &lt;a href="http://www.metro.co.uk/weird/article.html?in_article_id=100140&amp;in_page_id=2"&gt;How do you steal a bridge?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it, no more news.  Have a good weekend.  MYCARISSTILLDEAD:( :( :( :( :( :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-6405808335972290130?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/6405808335972290130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=6405808335972290130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/6405808335972290130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/6405808335972290130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2008/02/double-d-and-cup-of-j.html' title='Double D and Cup of J'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R74RpV9YvkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/GA0zs-QB5ig/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-1950302213021116841</id><published>2008-02-15T17:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T17:55:30.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CRV RIP</title><content type='html'>So, it's true.  My brother got in a fairly bad accident earlier in the week.  It wasn't his fault, he going the speed limit and even that was too fast for the poor icy conditions.  He's fine and wasn't hurt at all, but the car kinda was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got off the phone with my dad and it's too expensive to fix the car.  So that's it, no more CRV.  We won't ever see him again.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R7YX7l9YvgI/AAAAAAAAAPc/8SJQFWxRw_E/s1600-h/IMG_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R7YX7l9YvgI/AAAAAAAAAPc/8SJQFWxRw_E/s320/IMG_1400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167343935023529474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R7YX8V9YvhI/AAAAAAAAAPk/A1MNWj_7Vk0/s1600-h/IMG_1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R7YX8V9YvhI/AAAAAAAAAPk/A1MNWj_7Vk0/s320/IMG_1397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167343947908431378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R7YX9F9YviI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WzRhLgwMF5g/s1600-h/IMG_1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R7YX9F9YviI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WzRhLgwMF5g/s320/IMG_1403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167343960793333282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R7YX919YvjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/biIAfT_0UIs/s1600-h/IMG_1391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R7YX919YvjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/biIAfT_0UIs/s320/IMG_1391.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167343973678235186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-1950302213021116841?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/1950302213021116841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=1950302213021116841' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/1950302213021116841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/1950302213021116841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2008/02/crv-rip.html' title='CRV RIP'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R7YX7l9YvgI/AAAAAAAAAPc/8SJQFWxRw_E/s72-c/IMG_1400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-7513111200582759617</id><published>2008-02-12T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:09:41.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Pertinent...</title><content type='html'>...in fact not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the following are very newsworthy.  You all have been newsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLIE IS MY HERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FUikWh7lOcw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FUikWh7lOcw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West Ft. Daft Punk at the Grammy's.  Check it if you missed it, it's gnar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="holder_for_mvp_swf_47b2098b438f6" class="mvp_holder"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://static.ak.facebook.com/swf/mvp.swf?57:74597" style="" id="so_mvp_swf_47b2098b438f6" name="so_mvp_swf_47b2098b438f6" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" scale="showall" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="window" flashvars="video_src=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo-sf2p.facebook.com%2Fv91%2F91%2F119%2F1003309847817_51856.flv&amp;amp;stage_width=646&amp;amp;stage_height=485&amp;amp;motion_log=%2Fvideo%2Fmotion_log.php&amp;amp;video_id=1003309847817&amp;amp;video_length=330733&amp;amp;video_seconds=330&amp;amp;video_category=0&amp;amp;video_rotation=0&amp;amp;video_href=%2Fvideo%2Fvideo.php%3Fv%3D1003309847817&amp;amp;video_player_type=video_player_permalink&amp;amp;video_width=606&amp;amp;video_height=455&amp;amp;video_title=A+Typical+Stooper+Friday+Night&amp;amp;video_owner_name=Becky+Webster&amp;amp;video_owner_href=http%3A%2F%2Fithaca.facebook.com%2Fs.php%3Fk%3D100000080%26id%3D1376970070&amp;amp;video_timestamp=Uploaded+on+Saturday.&amp;amp;next_video_url=%2Fvideo%2Fvideo.php%3Fv%3D1003023000646&amp;amp;thumb_url=http%3A%2F%2Fvthumb.ak.facebook.com%2Fvthumb-ak-sf2p%2Fv93%2F109%2F31%2F1376970070%2Fb1376970070_1003309847817_1487.jpg&amp;amp;slate_src=http%3A%2F%2Fstatic.ak.facebook.com%2Fswf%2Fmvp_slate.swf%3F57%3A81294&amp;amp;tail_slate_src=http%3A%2F%2Fstatic.ak.facebook.com%2Fswf%2Fmvp_tail_slate.swf%3F57%3A74597&amp;amp;string_table=http://static.ak.facebook.com/js_strings.php/t83531/en_US&amp;amp;swf_id=so_mvp_swf_47b2098b438f6" height="485" width="646"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uarts.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1003309847817"&gt;I have nothing to say about this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-7513111200582759617?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/7513111200582759617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=7513111200582759617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/7513111200582759617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/7513111200582759617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2008/02/something-pertinent.html' title='Something Pertinent...'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-6676265403968732277</id><published>2008-01-31T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:22:57.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Newgrounds Office Visit + Cream Cheese</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was pretty redonk.  I got the chance to meet up with a bunch of people I've known through the internet for the last 3-4 years. It's kind of weird actually shacking the tangible hand of someone you've only known by a username for so long, but after a little bit it's pretty comfortable actually.  I guess that makes sense though, we're all into the same things online, I wasn't expecting them to be THAT different in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday morning I walk about 15 blocks to meet this guy Luis Castanon and Michael Swain at Hotel Omni in Old City.  Luis is a Mod on the Newgrounds forums and he's a ridiculous animator known for stuff like &lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/157527"&gt;The Perfect Murder&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/334847"&gt;Luis vs. Clockcrew&lt;/a&gt;.  I've known him for quite some time and how I probably converse with him on a daily basis.  It was awesome to finally meet him.  Swain is practically a professional animator whose done everything from &lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/268124"&gt;Blockhead&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/408342"&gt;Mastermind&lt;/a&gt;.  He's very outgoing and hilarious, you can definitely tell so in his animations too.  He does all the voices too, he's real good at voice acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we meet up at the Hotel to wait for Tom Fulp and his wife April.  Tom created Newgrounds in 1995 and has had a solid website since 1999.  It was awesome meeting the creator of a site I spend so much time on.  He's a really cool guy to and extremely knowledgeable about everything it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed over to breakfast at some diner and then we piled into his car and drove about 30 minutes outside of Philly to Glenside, PA where the NG office resides.  I have some pictures of the place on Facebook but I actually can't show a lot of them because they want to keep some things secret until a public release.  I got to see a ton of possible new features they are going to put on the site and a lot of things they are working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet their three head programmers for the website as well as 3 of their animation and art direction staff.  All of them were really cool. One of them had &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oE2APo_EORQ"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;which he let me try.  It's like a super upgraded version of the tablet I have.  It was so awesome.  It's pretty much just like drawing on paper, but on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason we were going was to drop off all of the I, WZL guys that everyone from Newgrounds made.  Luis started the competition a couple months ago and he finally got them all back and we wrapped it up when we were there.  Basically we set them all out on a table and voted for which we thought were the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;brag&gt;Bob, one of the main NG programmers (also a really cool guy) was checking out the I, WZLs when he picked up my Moss-Punk and said this is most definitely the coolest one and my favorite.  He kept going on about it and I told him it was mine and he thought that was crazy.  So he puts it down and and picks up my Rust-Punk guy and says "Alright then this one is definitely the second best"  "Eh...thats also mine"  hahaa.  One of the other guys there, Jeff, comes up and says "Jesus Bob why don't you just go on the closet and start sucking his dick, then"  Tee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we voted on the top five winners and they actually picked BOTH of mine so there were six winners.  But yehs, I won.  I'm getting an NG shirt and a big Munny from Kidrobot.  Pretty raaaad.  I'm excited, but I have no idea what I'm going to do with it yet.  I got time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were also massive nerds though.  Half the time they were there some of them were watching some anime movie and the rest of the time they were playing Rockband and some Tower Defense clone for xBox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the office after awhile and went back to Philadelphia for Cheesesteaks on South St.  They were delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R6IqssfUPKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uFUFMGqXh2k/s1600-h/n517878860_388255_8125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R6IqssfUPKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uFUFMGqXh2k/s400/n517878860_388255_8125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161735070265130146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Luis, Shawn Tanner (another crazy programmer and animator on Newgrounds), Swain, April, Tom Fulp, and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really cool meeting them all but I gotta say I felt out of my element a lot of the time.  I spent much of the time just kind of listening and sitting around in the background which I kind of regret, but it's hard to compete with people who have been in on the flash scene for 10+ years and are programming whizzes.  The coolest part of the trip besides meeting all these fantastic people was seeing what it is like to work in Flash and game development on a professional level. See, I am at one end of the spectrum as a lowly amateur animator and seeing more or less the peak of web development and animation as a career is really inspiring. It gave me great insight on what working on that level is like and how they more or less started out where I am. It was definitely cool to have that inside look and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to repost many pictures so you can find them all on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that I've just been rocking Philly like you do and hanging out.  I might see Dan Deacon this weekend which could be cool.  Apparently there are some pretty solid shows coming up but I can't be bothered to check them out now.  I have class in a few minutes anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Jer on gmail chat the other day too which was awesome.  I think that was the first time I'm spoken directly to him since he's left.  Besides that it's all been through facebook and blogs pretty much.  It was great talking to him again.  SO LIKE COME BACK SOON, k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are feeling a little LOST.  Cuz I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dlisted.com/files/hugolost1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://dlisted.com/files/hugolost1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-6676265403968732277?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/6676265403968732277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=6676265403968732277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/6676265403968732277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/6676265403968732277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2008/01/newgrounds-office-visit-cream-cheese.html' title='Newgrounds Office Visit + Cream Cheese'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R6IqssfUPKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uFUFMGqXh2k/s72-c/n517878860_388255_8125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-4256737754786423955</id><published>2008-01-23T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:35:01.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake it Bindi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/gossip/clips/bindi-irwin-does-white+girl-rap-on-today-325921.php"&gt;Bindi is so hawt right now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-4256737754786423955?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/4256737754786423955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=4256737754786423955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/4256737754786423955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/4256737754786423955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2008/01/shake-it-bindi.html' title='Shake it Bindi'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-7818456763771430410</id><published>2008-01-22T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:13:18.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy Pants</title><content type='html'>I'm back at school now after my wonderful five week winter break at home.  I arrived in Philly around 3:00 on Tuesday the 20th and have been adjusting to college once again.  It happened much faster than I thought it would, actually.  But after my first day of classes, this all seems pretty routine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to conclude the most difficult part of college for me.  I came up with this the night before I left for school and I think it fits how I feel about it pretty perfectly.  Basically, I love school.  I love the people here, I'm doing exactly what I want to be doing, I enjoy working, and Philadelphia is a beautiful and fantastic city.  On the other hand, Westport is my home and I love it there too.  I love my home life, my family, where I live, and especially my friends.  The hardest part of this whole college process for me if the transition between the two.  When I left home for second semester I was sad that wouldn't get to see any of the Wepo crew for a couple of months, and to my dismay it seems that most of our March breaks don't even over lap so it could be ever longer.  On the other hand, I was super excited to go back to school and see everyone I have only recently met but grown to like so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where does that leave me, missing what I don't have, but enjoying where I am?  Is that a good or bad thing?  It leaves me in sort of a limbo, a purgatory for feelings (Also my new band name).  It's awkward having two homes, but I guess it's better than having only.  What do you guys think about that?  Is it hard for you too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In OTHER news, Coachella released their official Lineup for 2008.  It's pretty decent, but uh, no DP, sooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FRIDAY, APRIL 25:&lt;/span&gt; Jack Johnson, The Verve, Raconteurs, The Breeders, Fatboy Slim, Tegan and Sara, Madness, The Swell Season, The National, Animal Collective, Slightly Stoopid, Mum, Sharon Jones &amp; the Dap Kings, Stars, Battles, Aesop Rock, Midnight Juggernauts, Does It Offend You, Yeah?, Minus the Bear, Spank Rock, Dan Le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip, Diplo, Adam Freeland, Santo Gold, Jens Lekman, John Butler Trio, Vampire Weekend, Dan Deacon, Architecture in Helsinki, Sandra Collins, Busy P, Cut Copy, Black Lips, Datarock, Professor Murder, Reverend and the Makers, The Bees, Porter, Rogue Wave, Modeselektor, American Bang, Lucky I Am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY, APRIL 26:&lt;/span&gt; Portishead, Kraftwerk, Death Cab for Cutie, Cafe Tacuba, Sasha &amp; Digweed, Rilo Kiley, Dwight Yoakam, M.I.A., Hot Chip, Cold War Kids, Stephen Malkmus &amp; the Jicks, DeVotchKa, Flogging Molly, Mark Ronson, Turbonegro, Scars on Broadway, Islands, Enter Shikari, Calvin Harris, Boyz Noize, Junkie XL, Cinematic Orchestra, Jamie T, The Teenagers, VHS or Beta, Carbon/Silicon, Erol Alkan, Yo Majesty!, Little Brother, Bonde Do Role, St. Vincent, Akron Family, MGMT, Institubes DJs (Surkin, Para One and Orgasmic), James Zabiela, Sebastian, Kavinsky, Dredg, The Bird and the Bee, Grand Ole Party, New Young Pony Club, 120 Days, Yoav, Electric Touch, Uffie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SUNDAY, APRIL 27:&lt;/span&gt; Roger Waters ("Dark Side of the Moon"), Love &amp; Rockets, My Morning Jacket, Spiritualized, Justice, Gogol Bordello, Chromeo, The Streets, Metric, Danny Tenaglia, Simian Mobile Disco, Booka Shade, Murs, Dmitri from Paris, Autolux, The Field, Linton Kwesi Johnson, Les Savy Fav, The Cool Kids, Sons &amp; Daughters, Sia, Holy Fuck, Black Kids, Black Mountain, The Annuals, Kid Sister w/A-Trak, Man Man, Duffy, I'm from Barcelona, Manchester Orchestra, Deadmau5, The Horrors, Austin TV, Shout Out Louds, Plastiscines, Brett Dennen.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Banksy updated his site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.banksy.co.uk/outdoors/images/landscapes/Wet-Dog-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.banksy.co.uk/outdoors/images/landscapes/Wet-Dog-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.banksy.co.uk/outdoors/images/landscapes/flower01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.banksy.co.uk/outdoors/images/landscapes/flower01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of your college transitions have gone smoothly and you all enjoy your second semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-7818456763771430410?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/7818456763771430410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=7818456763771430410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/7818456763771430410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/7818456763771430410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2008/01/fancy-pants.html' title='Fancy Pants'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-765697230167685171</id><published>2008-01-21T12:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T12:18:03.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moss-Punk</title><content type='html'>I made another.  Moss-punk is the "ying" to Rust-punk's "yang".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R5TTpLHCpLI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CbPvUWU0xjQ/s1600-h/Moss-Punk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R5TTpLHCpLI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CbPvUWU0xjQ/s400/Moss-Punk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157980177556481202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R5TTqLHCpMI/AAAAAAAAAPM/y92LZG6nqNA/s1600-h/DSC_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R5TTqLHCpMI/AAAAAAAAAPM/y92LZG6nqNA/s400/DSC_0291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157980194736350402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best Fwends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-765697230167685171?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/765697230167685171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=765697230167685171' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/765697230167685171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/765697230167685171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2008/01/moss-punk.html' title='Moss-Punk'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R5TTpLHCpLI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CbPvUWU0xjQ/s72-c/Moss-Punk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-3889720673019009329</id><published>2007-12-22T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T23:30:05.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rust-punk</title><content type='html'>Rust-punk is a pile of gears and grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R21YErHCpJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/EpcOFcGiBTY/s1600-h/iWZL2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R21YErHCpJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/EpcOFcGiBTY/s400/iWZL2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146866786469323922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R21YE7HCpKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/y7XooDkyfJE/s1600-h/IWZL-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R21YE7HCpKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/y7XooDkyfJE/s400/IWZL-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146866790764291234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-3889720673019009329?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/3889720673019009329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=3889720673019009329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/3889720673019009329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/3889720673019009329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/12/rust-punk.html' title='Rust-punk'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R21YErHCpJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/EpcOFcGiBTY/s72-c/iWZL2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-1361404346524957040</id><published>2007-12-13T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:02:39.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R2IOAbHCpII/AAAAAAAAAOs/Ehd301_bNiQ/s1600-h/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R2IOAbHCpII/AAAAAAAAAOs/Ehd301_bNiQ/s320/IMG_0119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143689124850607234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellie wellie wellie wellie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of your guys' tests and finals and whatnot are going/have gone swimmingly.  I, however, am DONE.  Finally.  I had my last crit this past Wednesday and tomorrow morning I will bw making the drive back up to the 'port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be home from the 14th of December, to the 21st of January.  I got myself a hefty little vacation there.  I am making this post to find out from all of YOU exactly when you will be home and when you go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please comment with the dates you'll be in the 'port and if you are travaling with the fam or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in Wepo probably the whole time. I'm going to be working at Westport Pizza again and thats really the only thing I have planned.  I hope to take a few day trips to shred the pow pow of the 'mont but who knows when that'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butyeah, this break should be pretty redonk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAY COMMENT PLEASE  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'cept jer cuz like, you kinda won't be home :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-1361404346524957040?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/1361404346524957040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=1361404346524957040' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/1361404346524957040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/1361404346524957040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/12/winter-break.html' title='Winter Break'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R2IOAbHCpII/AAAAAAAAAOs/Ehd301_bNiQ/s72-c/IMG_0119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-247125503599698551</id><published>2007-12-13T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:03:33.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO DAT?  DAT DOOD FRUM CHARLIE BROWN</title><content type='html'>They have been doing this cool thing along the Avenue of the Arts (basically the street that uArts is on and other thangs) lately called Illuminations.  They have these massive projectors set up and they shine art and designs across the street at the faces of various buildings.  It looks really cool all lit up, and they have TONS of different pictures they show. It's pretty cool, and it's definitely something that I would LOVE to have done with my art.  Now, I don't know if it's just anyone who can do this, in fact I'm pretty sure it's not, but it's still a cool idea and maybe something I'll figure out and do on my owns.  I only have a couple pictures of it, but it's pretty cool looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R2G3ASlt7uI/AAAAAAAAAOU/esye44c_19E/s1600-h/IMG_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R2G3ASlt7uI/AAAAAAAAAOU/esye44c_19E/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143593465051737826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R2G3Qilt7vI/AAAAAAAAAOc/UgJ-OugMxwU/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R2G3Qilt7vI/AAAAAAAAAOc/UgJ-OugMxwU/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143593744224612082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Anderson Building...this is where I have most of my Foundation classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R2G2-ylt7qI/AAAAAAAAAN0/x_yOf3iXPI0/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R2G2-ylt7qI/AAAAAAAAAN0/x_yOf3iXPI0/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143593439281933986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Hamilton Hall.  There are some classes in here as well as all of the administration and admission offices.  Behind here is Furness which is the primary freshman dorm.  TIS THE SEASON LOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R2G2_ilt7sI/AAAAAAAAAOE/qP4G7nd5dVQ/s1600-h/IMG_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R2G2_ilt7sI/AAAAAAAAAOE/qP4G7nd5dVQ/s320/IMG_0121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143593452166835906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After MIA a couple weeks ago we went to a party and when we were leaving we discovered that it had snowed a bit.  It wasn't much at all but it was just enough to have fun writing in the snow.  AND WE WROTE ON EVERYTHING.  I basically wrote something on every car from my dorm to Wharton St. which is a good 15 or so blocks.  FUN.  Then I made this guy.  He's my bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R2G2_Slt7rI/AAAAAAAAAN8/N5TgZsaosOA/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R2G2_Slt7rI/AAAAAAAAAN8/N5TgZsaosOA/s320/IMG_0120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143593447871868594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS IS RAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3:00 in the morn Ram is the only person I ever want to see.  Most of the parties we frequent just so happen to be not very close at all, which is annoying, but it always means we'll hit at least one 24 hour Drunkin Donuts on the way back.  Ram takes the late shifts on the weekends and he always gives us free donuts.  It's the best.  He's so cool too, he's got a nasty pair of Air Max 90s as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my name was Ram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-247125503599698551?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/247125503599698551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=247125503599698551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/247125503599698551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/247125503599698551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-dat-dat-dood-frum-charlie-brown.html' title='WHO DAT?  DAT DOOD FRUM CHARLIE BROWN'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R2G3ASlt7uI/AAAAAAAAAOU/esye44c_19E/s72-c/IMG_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-651359543303223201</id><published>2007-12-13T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:44:33.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graff Stash</title><content type='html'>...is growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R2G1nClt7pI/AAAAAAAAANs/OPO4dy6xpQU/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R2G1nClt7pI/AAAAAAAAANs/OPO4dy6xpQU/s400/IMG_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143591931748413074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-651359543303223201?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/651359543303223201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=651359543303223201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/651359543303223201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/651359543303223201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/12/graff-stash.html' title='Graff Stash'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R2G1nClt7pI/AAAAAAAAANs/OPO4dy6xpQU/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-4029394676003545308</id><published>2007-12-11T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T00:27:02.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing Final</title><content type='html'>I finished it this morning at the super rad time of 4:30 on the AM.  I have definitely spent more time working on this single drawing than any other drawing I have ever done (except maybe my bicycle drawing for RISD...but I still think this one took longer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My professor stressed "PERFECT PERSPECTIVE" so nearly every line was measured and balanced with a couple other points on the drawing to make sure it would sit exactly where it was supposed to.  Oh yeah, no rulers also...this was all done freehand.  It takes forever, but there is something about perspective drawings that is so specifically perfect that I like.  It's meticulous as hell but when it works, and when it comes together I think the outcome is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R14eaSlt7oI/AAAAAAAAANk/mwObEWexkH8/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R14eaSlt7oI/AAAAAAAAANk/mwObEWexkH8/s400/IMG_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142581261519154818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There it is, but the picture doesn't really do it justice.  You kinda need to see it in person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-4029394676003545308?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/4029394676003545308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=4029394676003545308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/4029394676003545308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/4029394676003545308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/12/drawing-final.html' title='Drawing Final'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R14eaSlt7oI/AAAAAAAAANk/mwObEWexkH8/s72-c/IMG_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-277714963714190610</id><published>2007-12-08T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T23:55:53.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Afficial, Pedestian &amp; Rarebreed</title><content type='html'>I went ashoppin' today and hit up some chunk stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was Urban Outfitters.  Now now, don't be hating, while they do tend to steal ideas from other companies, and they are getting pretty mainstream I guess, they do have a pretty cool style to them.  I didn't end up buying anything, though.  The last couple times I've gone I have just ended up looking around for a few minutes then staring at the art books for awhile.  They have some very cool books there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was &lt;a href="http://www.rarebreed215.com/"&gt;Rarebreed&lt;/a&gt;.  I heard rumors a couple of days ago of a graffiti shop in my neighborhood.  I was surprised to find out only lately as I thought I covered most of my surrounding area but apparently not.  The store was pretty cool and they had a bunch of cool graff shirts for pretty cheap.  They also sell fatcaps and plenty of spray paint that I unfortunately will probably end up spending too much money on.  I'm going to go back there later on this week and make a couple purchases I thinks.  I guess they had some gallery opening recently or something so there was a bunch of cool artwork on the walls and a big mural type thing in the back.  There was paint all over the wall also, so I guess they did it right there in the shop, which is rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed South St. down a ways from 15th to 5th and stopped by Afficial. This store was totally intense.  Not only did I get a FANTASTIC shirt but the interior was modeled like the inside of a swimming pool.  They had a big slopping, tiled wall with shoes displayed on it, and it was all painted up blue.  They mostly BBC and Ice Cream stuff (and my rad shirt).  The coolest part, I think, was that the changing room was like a shower with a showerhead and tiles and shower curtain too.  It was so funny.  The place was awesome.  PIX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1tyDYrlQCI/AAAAAAAAANM/ow2phDiLuCg/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1tyDYrlQCI/AAAAAAAAANM/ow2phDiLuCg/s400/IMG_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141828802063974434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1txmYrlP-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/IdHaWre5FRA/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1txmYrlP-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/IdHaWre5FRA/s400/IMG_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141828303847768034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1txmorlP_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/nMVHvsZzRl0/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1txmorlP_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/nMVHvsZzRl0/s400/IMG_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141828308142735346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Afficial I went to Pedestrian.  James was actually the first person to tell me about this store awhile ago but it's taken me forever to work my way down to check it out.  It was gnarly and carried a bunch of just about everything.  They had a huge t-shirt selection, some hoods, and some brims.  All around cool store, I'll definitely be checking back from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1t1IIrlQDI/AAAAAAAAANU/G1GTebPtOsk/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1t1IIrlQDI/AAAAAAAAANU/G1GTebPtOsk/s400/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141832182203236402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1t1IorlQEI/AAAAAAAAANc/Bik3YIMxOVs/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1t1IorlQEI/AAAAAAAAANc/Bik3YIMxOVs/s400/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141832190793171010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-277714963714190610?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/277714963714190610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=277714963714190610' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/277714963714190610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/277714963714190610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/12/afficial-pedestian-rarebreed.html' title='Afficial, Pedestian &amp; Rarebreed'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1tyDYrlQCI/AAAAAAAAANM/ow2phDiLuCg/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-8002880872851751130</id><published>2007-12-06T17:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T01:10:35.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A., Santogold, The Cool Kids AND SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>I saw M.I.A. this past weekend.  She was playing at The Electric Factory which is pretty much your general hipster hang out it seems.  The place was nice, the speakers were loud, M.I.A. was amazing.  Suuuuuch a fun show.  I wouldn't have thought not to many things could compare to seeing Justice only a couple weeks ago but this show killed.  I think one reason it was so much fun was because her music is very dancey, as opposed to just pounding bass.  I love the beats and I love to dance around so I had myself a rate good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1h854rlP1I/AAAAAAAAALk/oSBbKWXnNXo/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1h854rlP1I/AAAAAAAAALk/oSBbKWXnNXo/s400/IMG_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140996308552990546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Santogold, there on the right at least.  And yeah, she's got as much sass as it looks.  She was pretty rad, and by pretty rad I mean basically the same exact sound as M.I.A.  She's a British hip hop vocalist, same deal.  It was pretty good.  B-b-b-but who's that on the left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1h9lorlP2I/AAAAAAAAALs/RbfDeOaSkRE/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1h9lorlP2I/AAAAAAAAALs/RbfDeOaSkRE/s400/IMG_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140997060172267362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh!  It's &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Amanda+Blank"&gt;AMANDA BLANK&lt;/a&gt; and it looks like &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Pase+Rock"&gt;PASE ROCK&lt;/a&gt; decided to join her!  WHEN THEY CAME ON IT BLEW MY MIND.  Not only was there NO information leading up to them preforming or where they mentioned anywhere on any posters or online, but I would pay money to see them specifically!  Now they were up there rocking out with M.I.A.! I couldn't have been happier.  Sooooo awesome.  Plus, Spank Rock is from Philadelphia apparently, which was news to me, so hopefully I'll be seeing more of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1h-tIrlP3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/GYyF53XFoGk/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1h-tIrlP3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/GYyF53XFoGk/s400/IMG_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140998288532914034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Cool Kids.  They were pretty dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1iwzIrlP9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/oMMHgcgjZ-4/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1iwzIrlP9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/oMMHgcgjZ-4/s400/IMG_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141053367193518034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1h_lYrlP6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/4CYRkhO6sZs/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1h_lYrlP6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/4CYRkhO6sZs/s400/IMG_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140999254900555682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1h_lorlP7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/YXkz6MWsr6o/s1600-h/IMG_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1h_lorlP7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/YXkz6MWsr6o/s400/IMG_0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140999259195522994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M.I.A. was amazing.  There isn't really much more I can say about it.  Later on in the night she invited a whole bunch of people up on stage they went crazy with her then they left and all the opening acts came on and sang with her and danced around.  I didn't get on stage but my friend, Lyndsay did.  My other friend, Nan, got to spank her when she was standing on the railing in front of everybody. loool.  Sooo much fun.  I &lt;3 M.I.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ee22d03e0498b59e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dee22d03e0498b59e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330421114%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE710721F301CB54CB96061B106D6900867074E5.190D747CFEF98B7D240C5B5D74FA4B36D61FC113%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee22d03e0498b59e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdzDNGxm128QCchXR3j_KoH42PMU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dee22d03e0498b59e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330421114%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE710721F301CB54CB96061B106D6900867074E5.190D747CFEF98B7D240C5B5D74FA4B36D61FC113%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee22d03e0498b59e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdzDNGxm128QCchXR3j_KoH42PMU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the song Paper Planes.  If you don't really know the song you might be kind of confused on to what is going on, exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISTILLCAN'TBELIEVESPANKROCKANDBLANKSHOWEDUPOMG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-8002880872851751130?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ee22d03e0498b59e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/8002880872851751130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=8002880872851751130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/8002880872851751130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/8002880872851751130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/12/mia-santogold-cool-kids-and-surprise.html' title='M.I.A., Santogold, The Cool Kids AND SURPRISE!'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1h854rlP1I/AAAAAAAAALk/oSBbKWXnNXo/s72-c/IMG_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-2567030595556440814</id><published>2007-12-05T20:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:47:31.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilly Philly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1dUaYrlP0I/AAAAAAAAALc/2Tmvyq1KzcE/s1600-h/Warm-cold+Philadelph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1dUaYrlP0I/AAAAAAAAALc/2Tmvyq1KzcE/s400/Warm-cold+Philadelph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140670311945289538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This JUST SO HAPPENS to also be the exact position that I am drawing from for my Drawing Class final project.  I've spent over 20 hours drawing it so far, and I'm still not nearly done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-2567030595556440814?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/2567030595556440814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=2567030595556440814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/2567030595556440814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/2567030595556440814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/12/chilly-philly.html' title='Chilly Philly'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1dUaYrlP0I/AAAAAAAAALc/2Tmvyq1KzcE/s72-c/Warm-cold+Philadelph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-6300376924024640596</id><published>2007-12-05T19:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:44:55.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hull?  CANDYBLOGWHAT</title><content type='html'>Gummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little gummy candy varies.  It varies in color, shape, texture and most importantly taste.  In some crazy scheme someone decided to make orange flavored gummies orange, and lemon flavored gummies yellow.  Shit makes sense to me.  Most often though, gummies are delicious.  And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; often I can tell what the fuck they might taste like before I eat them.  However, this is not always the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1dEHYrlPvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3oaP1bHctRI/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1dEHYrlPvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3oaP1bHctRI/s400/IMG_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140652393341730546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great form, great figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1dEH4rlPwI/AAAAAAAAALA/r1J0T02hFZE/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1dEH4rlPwI/AAAAAAAAALA/r1J0T02hFZE/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140652401931665154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Make love to the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1dEIIrlPxI/AAAAAAAAALI/PkxDEZlZxNs/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1dEIIrlPxI/AAAAAAAAALI/PkxDEZlZxNs/s400/IMG_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140652406226632466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That lime is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1dEI4rlPyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9UlXmLwSjak/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1dEI4rlPyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9UlXmLwSjak/s400/IMG_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140652419111534370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fuck is this shit?  It's brown with a blue trim?  There ain't no acidic fruit out there that looks like that to my knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-6300376924024640596?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/6300376924024640596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=6300376924024640596' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/6300376924024640596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/6300376924024640596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-hull-candyblogwhat.html' title='What the hull?  CANDYBLOGWHAT'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R1dEHYrlPvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3oaP1bHctRI/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-8697648163719160787</id><published>2007-12-04T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T17:57:29.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Splice It</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-237a5b513235628a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D237a5b513235628a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330421114%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80C9926D67E8A04DD45F1D5C0D26970CF2A5C074.B33C0B56001C4F36363FE203AC1451A6B8B4BE5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D237a5b513235628a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfMxAzrf68AiP0hQeEwZo8_ksij8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D237a5b513235628a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330421114%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80C9926D67E8A04DD45F1D5C0D26970CF2A5C074.B33C0B56001C4F36363FE203AC1451A6B8B4BE5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D237a5b513235628a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfMxAzrf68AiP0hQeEwZo8_ksij8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This the Coffee Stirrer project I was complaining about for weeks.  I finished it awhile ago but I can't stand to look at it anymore so I've been neglecting to put it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that is the most ridiculous thing I've ever made, but It makes me laugh so much watching it.  Fucking coffee stirrers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 600 pictures were taken to make it look shmoof.  Ugh, and far to many hours, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy December, and happy birthday to the brooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-8697648163719160787?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=237a5b513235628a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/8697648163719160787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=8697648163719160787' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/8697648163719160787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/8697648163719160787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/12/splice-it.html' title='Splice It'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-5830132662992163485</id><published>2007-11-30T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T12:18:09.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a desk...</title><content type='html'>...and I would like to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bbsimg.ngfiles.com/2/14573000/ngbbs4739fddccdfc5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://bbsimg.ngfiles.com/2/14573000/ngbbs4739fddccdfc5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*click to big*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken a couple of weeks ago.  It's not exactly as clean now.  In fact it's very much unclean.  I labeled everything because I am weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No offense, but...you are a robot.  Aren't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-5830132662992163485?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/5830132662992163485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=5830132662992163485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/5830132662992163485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/5830132662992163485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-desk.html' title='I have a desk...'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-4627004158626947017</id><published>2007-11-29T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:34:23.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Coinked your Dink So hard just now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REMINISCE TIMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to prove to you all that this is a small world. Like, tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so the first thing that blew my mind when I got to this school was when I found out Josh Kahn was going here.  Josh was my suite mate at Pratt Pre-college.  I hadn't talked to him in over a year and during our orientation week I spot an all too familiar mohawk that could only be his.  It was, and now we are best of budz again.  He's so rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Josh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v155/85/112/502025900/n502025900_665486_1249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v155/85/112/502025900/n502025900_665486_1249.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tee Hee art skewl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, first mindfreak was that Josh goes to my school.  Back at Pratt, though, Josh has a girlfriend with Pink hair.  No one in our dorm room knew her name so we called her pinky.  Well Josh has found another sweetheart with pink hair as well.  Not that CRAZE, the d00ds just into pink hair, I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the year I found out that a kid I used to play America's Army with went to the same high school as three of my good friends here!  Now, they didn't know each other or anything...but what are the chances I end up at school with some cats that went to the same small Pennsylvanian town high school as some dork who I used to play a computer game with 3 or 4 years ago?  Shit blew my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, I meet another girl tonight who ALSO went to Pratt pre-college.  Now, I knew of her when I went to Pratt but I didn't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; her.  So we get atalkin' and turns out she was the chick who HATED Talia and wrote "TALIA SUCKS DICK" on the Subway platforms.  Now I heard stories of this and I practically died laughing that someone actually wrote that on the walls, but I didn't know her back then.  Now I know her and it's even more funny.  I almost died when she told me that.  She's totes rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAY, even more crazy connection, her roommate now at uArts ALSO went to Pratt Pre-college.  It turns out she was the love affair of my OTHER suite mate Selim Benhabib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v116/21/125/771359011/n771359011_158777_9081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v116/21/125/771359011/n771359011_158777_9081.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sohawtrightnow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selim didn't know her name but he thought the girl looked like Tomb Raider, and that's all I remembered about her.  Imagine Tomb Raider being said in a thick Turkish accent.  thebest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY MIND BLOWNT TIME, Especially Jeremy.  My good friend, Jackie, knows Moose.  Yeh yeh, lolwhat?  Yes, the Moose of Ranssite and the PA forums and everything.  Not only did he go to her high school with her but she talks to him CONSTANTLY online.  When I found that out (I can't even remember how) my mind had already been blownt so many times I was numb, but it was still shocking.  His latest quote "I want to marry my sandwich, but that would result in some sort of cannibalism after the fact".  He also frequents your blog, Jer.  Just so you know.  But daym d00ds, that shits redic.  For those of you who don't know Jeremy has been buds with this guy online for years and on many different websites. I believe Jeremy said he was very similar to Ryan too...so you know he's got to be rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything else to say, really, this stuff is just too much.  It's crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-4627004158626947017?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/4627004158626947017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=4627004158626947017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/4627004158626947017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/4627004158626947017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-coinked-your-dink-so-hard-just-now.html' title='I Coinked your Dink So hard just now'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-4657461507037040602</id><published>2007-11-29T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:38:16.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Girls Have To Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R05LrhwQf0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/RgQUkU9kFq8/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R05LrhwQf0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/RgQUkU9kFq8/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138127436043550530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in my Freshmen Film class we watched &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chinatown&lt;/span&gt;.  This was the first time that I have seen this movie and it was absolutely fantastic.  Jack Nicholson is amazing and the storyline is superb.  Jack's character was so cool also, I want to be him.  I am seriously going to miss my Film Class next semester.  Not only do we not do any real work but I have seen SO many movies that I've always wanted to but never had the chance to see.  Nearly every movie we have watched in that class has been absolutely fantastic.  My teacher picks out movies to show us not only because she thinks we would enjoy them and she likes them but because they are truly important movies in film making history.  I'm never going to remember the titles of them all but from what I can remember we watched:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A silent Salvador Dali experimental Film (Experimental, so...thats about it, but it was good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dictator (Charlie Chaplin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metropolis (Amazing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset Boulevard (Soooo good, this was the first time I had seen it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badlands (Martin Sheen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspira (Awesome sound track to a bizaar as hell movie we watched on Halloween.  It was great)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicatessen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinatown ('nuff said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some other movie about the life of the director...I can't remember what it was called but it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completly unrelated note this weekend should be pretty rad.  On Friday I am going with my friend Geoff (I met him the first day of school, he was in my orientation ground and now we ARE FRIENDS FOREVER) to this BBoy event.  I don't really know what it is but he's obsessed with breakdancing and damn good himself so we are going to check that out.  It should be fun.  Every now and then I go with him to the Levitt (Auditorium in Gershman Building) to practice breakdancing.  I can't really do anything but he's teachin' and it's a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, on Saturday I am seeing &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/M.I.A."&gt;M.I.A.&lt;/a&gt;.  Ahhh, I can't wait.  It's going to be so much fun.  And, uh, get her newest CD if you can, Kala.  It's totes rad, obvi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G00T BAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R05P8xwQf2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/dTlukvQ13wc/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R05P8xwQf2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/dTlukvQ13wc/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138132130442805090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is my bro Yis Goodman's work.  He has probably the coolest graffiti character style I've ever seen.  I love his stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-4657461507037040602?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/4657461507037040602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=4657461507037040602' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/4657461507037040602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/4657461507037040602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/11/blonde-girls-have-to-die.html' title='Blonde Girls Have To Die'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/R05LrhwQf0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/RgQUkU9kFq8/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-6034945656173630760</id><published>2007-11-26T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T01:37:58.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Reppin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST OF ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, all of you seemed totally chill with seeing a 60 LB WOMBAT SPRAWLED ACROSS MY FATHERS LAP.  I guess wombats are more common where you are from because I had no fucking idea what a wombat was before I saw that picture.  I thought it was a bat.  BUT SINCE YOU ARE SO CHILL AND CAN’T BE PHAZED BY NOTHING I might as well explain.  My dad was in Australia for a couple of weeks for business and meeting some old friends.  He took some great pictures and saw a lot of cool stuff.  One of the things he happened to see was a zoo with all the shtuff that Australia has that we don’t.  He said kangaroo’s are weird and koalas are soft.  He was in Perth too, I told him to go to a psy-trance festival but I don’t think he did.  Lamer.  The fun doesn’t stop there though, after Australia he hit up Dubai on the way back, the country that holds 80% of the world’s cranes and the world’s ONLY seven star hotel. Pretty rad.  He didn’t stay in that hotel (something like $2,000 a night) but he did see plenty of cranes, an indoor ski mountain, and the man made islands.  Dubai sounds like a pretty fucking gnarly place.  I want to go.  Paul Van Dyk was playing a concert while he was there too, which is pretty cool. Again, my dad didn’t go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I hope that explains the wombat-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;END OF FIRST OF ALLZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have thought that the more stuff I do in Philadelphia the more often I’ll update this blog.  It seems the opposite has happened and I have been so busy that I haven’t had the time to update at all.  That, and I’m lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am currently on the train back from home to school after Thanksgiving vacation.  I’ll start here because it’s fresh in my mind and I can practically taste the turk still.  It was most definitely a delicious Thanksgiving.  We had it untraditionally at my house this year accompanied by our family friends from California.  The oldest son goes to school in Pennsylvania at Bucknell so instead of flying him back to California they all decided to make a trip out of his vacation and visit New York.  It also gave their daughter a chance to look at some of the schools in New York and Connecticut.  The last time I saw them was about six or so years ago at Stamford Sierra Camp.  Gawd that place was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Friday of the month was First Friday and I didn’t decide to sell anything this time either but I did go down to Old City and walk around and check out the scene.  My friend Jackie met the owner of a pretty cool store that sells a lot of hot brands at Sneaker Pimps last month and she scored a gallery show of her own this Friday.  Crazy good deal on her part, not only did she get a bunch of her stuff shown on First Friday in a gallery but she also sold over 100$ worth of work…including a couple of skate boards she made that you can see in pictures from the Sneaker Pimps post.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   After that I saw the “Art of Can” gallery in the same building where REAL WORLD PHILADELPHIA (OMG) was held.  This show had art made from the modification of Red Bull cans.  Some of the stuff was so cool.  There was a train, a crazy angel, a dress, some faces, a massive canvas that looked like a painting and many other awesome pieces made from cut up Red Bull cans.  Not only that but they were giving out free Red Bull too!  NOT ONLY THAT but there was a DJ who was spinning a decent house set and I IDed some Röyksopp and Ratatat so I enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I have started my final project for Drawing class, which is a perspective view of Philadelphia.  I’ve spent six hours drawing it already and I’ve barely covered the layouts of two buildings.  My teacher wants us to focus the most on accuracy of planes and edges rather than finished shaded walls or whatever.  I’m actually really excited to continue doing it but it’s going to be a bitch and a half to finish.  I’ll post it up when it’s done (which won’t be for at least a couple more weeks).  The only downside really is that I am on the ninth floor of Anderson (The main School of Art and Design building).  I have to take the slowest elevator ever to the eighth floor, and then walk across the entire building, and then up a flight of stairs to the dustiest corridor I’ve ever seen.  I chose the top floor because I think it’ll come out the best in the final drawing, but it’s hard to breathe and takes forever to get up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I’ve also started work on another project for Newgrounds.  I’m not sure how many of you are aware but over the last three years I’ve participated in the first two World Sketchbook Tours that forum member, Luis Castanon, has set up.  Basically I give this guy my information and he mails me a page to do whatever I want with.  It was cool being a part of something that wasn’t just the intangible web pages of the Internet and worldwide as well.  Hundreds of people participated including some of the best artists on the site.  Now, however, Luis is doing something different.  This time he set up one of those DIY Munny competitions.  You know those blank Kid Robot models that people paint up?  It’s basically those, except the figure it slightly smaller than a Munny and called an ‘I,WZL’.  Luis sent about 20 out to various artists and I was to slow on the up keep so I ended up buying my own.  He just told everyone to design and paint it however you like and mail it back and I’ll decide the winners.  I don’t care about winning again but being part of the competition is great.  Also, it’s super fun paint.  I’ll post my two when I am done with them.  The finished pieces will sit in the Newgrounds office for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I’ve started getting into sticker street art as well.  I have all the stickers I need I just need to paint them and put them up.  It really is pretty rad though cuz it takes about a million hours quicker to put up your piece and it’s so fast there is almost no worry of getting caught.  I almost feel like there are more possibilities with stickers too.  But where they excel, they lack in places were graffiti doesn’t.  I guess there is sort of that balance with everything though.  More on this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I’ll end this post with what I started with.  Thanksgiving was fantastic.  The best part of it by far was seeing everyone I haven’t seen at all for the last three months.  Catching up and telling stories and reminiscing and going mental in celebration make being away from each other for so long totally worth it.  I am absolutely in love with my school as I am sure most of you are, but Wepo is still home and seeing everyone is fantastic.  Having this short break before the long Winter Vacation makes me look so forward to the weeks to come, the holiday season and then spending it all with the Wepo crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We were also thinking about you guys Harry, Chris and especially Jeremy… even though you were off in far away lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I love you all, this train needs to get to Philadelphia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many words, here is a picture of my roommate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v150/197/116/1364820157/n1364820157_30031879_7455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v150/197/116/1364820157/n1364820157_30031879_7455.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-6034945656173630760?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/6034945656173630760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=6034945656173630760' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/6034945656173630760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/6034945656173630760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/11/still-reppin.html' title='Still Reppin&apos;'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-5210500804748134136</id><published>2007-11-13T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:37:06.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Womwomwomwom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOMBAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rzk33HfITbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RE2sjegW_cA/s1600-h/DSC_0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rzk33HfITbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RE2sjegW_cA/s400/DSC_0126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132194670407339442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-5210500804748134136?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/5210500804748134136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=5210500804748134136' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/5210500804748134136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/5210500804748134136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/11/womwomwomwom.html' title='Womwomwomwom'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rzk33HfITbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RE2sjegW_cA/s72-c/DSC_0126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-2464721186144327736</id><published>2007-11-07T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T12:38:58.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chunk Comp</title><content type='html'>I have been having a lot of problems with my computer lately.  It started the beginning of last week where my keyboard and trackpad work tweak out and stop working.  I would have to give the underside of my computer a little love-tap to get him going again but it didn't work every time.  I was getting nervous because if I can actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hit&lt;/span&gt; my computer and jostle it into working order again then that usually means it is some hardware issue.  : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday I bring it to the school technical support guy and tell him whats up.  He takes the computer and says "Come back in a few hours after I run some tests."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I should say, getting this dudes attention was a very uncomfortable situation.  The tech room is in the basement of one of the school buildings were I have one of my classes.  I had never been down there so I was already not sure exactly where I was going.  I walk through a very hot computer lab full of quietly working students and find myself in an even smaller room with one of those 'half-wall' things that looks like of like a counter.  There is NO ONE there except for a tiny bell on the counter.  Alright so I have a classroom full of silent kids working away and I'm here with this bell that I don't want to touch.  I can see a doorway two feet away past the 'half-wall' counter thing and I'm sure he's in there.  I would have felt like such an asshole ringing a stupid bell to call someone over that I can practically reach around and touch...not even considering disturbing the SILENT room behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up stepping aside and distracting myself with my cell phone and some other kid rang the bell.  heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN E WAYZ, I come back later that day and he said "I have to reimage your piece"  I say "Shit dog k" and I leave for a few more hours.  It ends up taking longer than he though because he had to back up all my tunes (thankgod) so I'm comp-less for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I go in and he says 'Shit bro fuck I sent it apple what did you do to it?"  I said "Shit man shit k" so he hands me a perfectly unused free loaner Macbook Pro with all fo my stuff he transfered over and still the Adobe Creative Suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here typing on a perfectly new computer with EVERYTHING on my old one.  I have absolutely no problem with never seeing my other computer.  This one works fine, maybe I'll just keep it and run away with it.  Hrm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is basically the reason I haven't updated in awhile.  Besides that honestly not to much has gone down here.  Halloween party was a lot of fun.  I mean for a Wednesday night it was pretty redonk at least.  I hope all of you had good ones as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to go bowling with a bunch of people a couple of days ago but they turned us down becuase after 8:00pm it's 21+.  Alright, thats weird for a couple of reasons.  One, 8:00 isn't exactly a party time crazy hour...and when was bowling all club-bouncer protected?  Weird weird.  We walked away heart-broken.  We had free tickets too!  Another time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Charles Icky Man died this week.  :(  Poor little guy, I guess his weirdness finally became to much for even him to handle :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/817/img0006um4.jpg&lt;br /&gt;http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2362/img0005ue4.jpg&lt;br /&gt;http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/9460/img0004qo8.jpg&lt;br /&gt;http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2554/img0003xl0.jpg&lt;br /&gt;http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/4498/img0002jo8.jpg&lt;br /&gt;http://img250.imageshack.us/img250/3118/img0001zu6.jpg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-2464721186144327736?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/2464721186144327736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=2464721186144327736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/2464721186144327736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/2464721186144327736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/11/chunk-comp.html' title='Chunk Comp'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-4576797626575504906</id><published>2007-10-28T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:41:36.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MSTRKRFT, Justice, Hallowieners</title><content type='html'>A long time ago (last weekend) I had a birthday.  I went to New York.  Overall the weekend was MEGA awesome.  On Friday I met up with a few friends from uArts and we all hoped on the CHINAR bus and two hours later we found ourselves in New York.  I broke from the pack to have birfdai dinners with Amy.  We went to this restaurant called "Ali Baba Turkish Cuisine".  With a name like that I wasn't expecting too much but OH MY GOD IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD.  It's on 34th St. between 2nd and 3rd and I recommend all of you go there some time if you even remotely like Turkish food.  It's not the cheap cheapest of places, but it'll fill you up right good.  Soo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I hooked up with H-Rod and Mr. Minimilltastic himself.  We made our fabulous way over to Studio B in Brooklyn for a bit of a sweat-fest among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DJS&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ Trouble Maker:  This DJ did some cool cool stuff.  He was one of the earlier DJs so people were still coming in so the energy wasn't redonk but he was still pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ Laz Casanova:  This was the dude that Cara (one of my friends who I came with) knows the girlfriend of.  He was pretty rad.  He through down some Justice tracks and the Pryds remix of Pink Floyds Education (I love the song but mills and Harry think differently).  I liked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z-Trip:  Trip was AMAZING.  I have had one of his CDs for just about ever but I never &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; got into it.  I actually didn't even know he was a DJ.  I just thought he was a music dude...whatever that means.  He had a slick hip hop line-up as well as a drummer who solo'd like a crazed animal (Again I'm a huge fan of redonk drummers and I thought this was rad but Har and Chris not so much...although it did go on a bit long).  Plus, he through in Tarantula from Pendulum.  SO intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the highlight of the night was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MSTRKRFT&lt;/span&gt;.  They.  Were. SO.  Intense.  The best part of this show was sheer amount of relentless energy absolutely pouring out of those club speakers.  In the entire 1-3 hour set they did there wasn't a single break in foot stomping ear pounding energy.  SO MUCH FUN.  Oh God were we sweaty afterwards.  They were so much fun.  They also ended up playing about three encores.  In all honesty, my legs and I could could have probably done with out that last one, but gosh was it fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of MSTRKRFT hardly brings a close to this weekend however.  I stayed in New York on Saturday night with Amy and Sunday morn I took that Chinar bus back to the 'Delph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I saw Justice.  Justice is kind of one of those DJ Duos that you kinda must see.  They were definitely in the top 5 DJs I want to see before I die list.  OH man did they rock so hard.  I feel retarded writing about all of this stuff I did because I want SO bad to experience this with ALL of you.  Just so you can know how fucking rad it is.  I can't say it enough.  Such an intense show, such intense strobe lights and overall so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RyVM7DR5JAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Aw6n0HQMOY0/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RyVM7DR5JAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Aw6n0HQMOY0/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126588328207524866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only slight downside to the show was the intensity of the audience.  As soon as the first bass hit I couldn't move.  It's not only that I couldn't move but if your arms were in the air, you couldn't put them down and if your hands were at your side good luck raising them.  It was so crowded and so packed.  At the first bass hit the entire place surged forward and I made very good friends with the dude in front of me.  Unfortunately, not really someone I wanted to make such good friends with.  It was uncomfortable but the sounds penetrating my ears were so loud and electrifying it made it all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Highlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As amazing as the show was, one of the definite highlights was SHACKING THE HAND OF GASPARD AUGé.  I went to the after party for Justice at some bar and Gaspard just STROLLS in no big deal.  He wasn't exactly being flocked so I ran the fuck over and shook his hand.  I said the show was amazing and he patted me on the back.  So awesome.  I SHOOK JUSTICE'S HAND.  ashgashgashgashgashgashshgashgashgas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDSORITDIDN'THAPPEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BrZ4eq0jNWY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BrZ4eq0jNWY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you have a great Halloween.  Post a comment with your costume ideas.  I'd love to hear.  As for me, I don't know what I am going as.  I went to a Halloween party this weekend and I was Purple...so maybe I'll do that again, but I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy yourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-4576797626575504906?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/4576797626575504906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=4576797626575504906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/4576797626575504906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/4576797626575504906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/10/mstrkrft-justice-hallowieners.html' title='MSTRKRFT, Justice, Hallowieners'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RyVM7DR5JAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Aw6n0HQMOY0/s72-c/IMG_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-3614133781403680952</id><published>2007-10-19T02:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:04:06.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote birthdaycelebrations.net's "German Traditions" page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When men reach the age of 30 and they still don't have a girlfriend that they have to sweep the stairs of the city hall. All there friends will throw rubble on the stairs and when you're finished they'll throw some more rubble there. This way every girl can see that this man reached the age of 30 and still doesn't have a girlfriend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now I'm 19 on the 19th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHSHITSAHSAHSGASHAGSHAGSHAG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-3614133781403680952?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/3614133781403680952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=3614133781403680952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/3614133781403680952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/3614133781403680952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-3111278273226614478</id><published>2007-10-18T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:53:16.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daft Punk, Tiger Army, and Minisplozuns</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I met up with Todd (Drexel) and Eric Goldschmidt (MICA, he was visiting Todd) to go see a show.  We saw Tiger Army, Street Dogs and The Static Age.  I hadn't heard of any of these groups before but Todd and Eric were sort of into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of how Todd came across Tiger Army is hilarious also.  He heard of Dragonforce originally from somebody (Jer?) and he was trying to find songs of theirs online.  He couldn't remember the name but typed in Tiger Army thinking it was right.  Haha, turns out there was actually a band called Tiger Army that was halfway decent and sounded SORTA like Dragonforce.  Teh craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the show was fun, but I actually ended up having more fun than I think they did.  First of all, the scene was MUCH more punky than we thought it would be.  I didn't know what to expect because I didn't know any of the groups but it was crazy.  Mohawks and leather out the face.  The music they played, according to Todd, was much faster and much harder than on their CDs.  Todd wasn't too pleased about this and neither him nor Eric really enjoyed it.  BUT, I had fun because the music was loud and the energy was there so I was dancing around.  I don't really like the punks but this was fun.  I just probably wouldn't do it again any time soon.  I actually much prefered Street Dogs over the headlining Tiger Army.  They are like an original punk type band with good things to say.  They were cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lead Singer of Tiger Army looks like a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RxfRIB0XJaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uuQ5SI6--6g/s1600-h/Untitled-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RxfRIB0XJaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uuQ5SI6--6g/s320/Untitled-1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122793037014443426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did do one AWESOME thing though.  I don't know if this characteristic to all punk shows or just Tiger Army but this Mosh Pit at this show was redonk.  They did something called a Tornado Pit.  First of all, rad name.  Secondly, it involved a mass of people running as fast as the could in this circle of people.  These dudes were just hurtling themselves around this ring and smashing into everything and going fucking mental.  It was so crazy to watch and so intense. Unfortunately, I did not participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At uArts the Anderson building is where most of the visual arts work is done.  It's an eight floor building right on Broad St (Main Central street in Philly).  I have all of my foundation classes in there as well.  So this morning I was in 2D class and some guy runs down the hallway yelling "THERE IS SMOKE IN THE BUILDING, EVERYBODY OUT"  Shit shit, so we I grab my laptop and walk out leaving my portfolio and all of my arting supplies.  Going down the stairs you could smell smoke and the first floor was flooded with a murky dark thickness.  We get out of the building and cross the street and wait for about 20 minutes.  In the meantime 3 fire trucks, 2 ambulences, at least 30 firefighters arrive at the scene and do their &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=WGOohBytKTU"&gt;business&lt;/a&gt;.  Some guy comes and tells us to go home the building is closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I leave to find out later that a small explosion in the basement caused the small fire.  It had to do with some electrical thing, I think.  I'm not entirely sure.  All I know is that all of the stuff I would need to do homework with is locked in the building.  I GUESS THAT MEANS THE ONLY THING I CAN DO TONIGHT IS GET CRUNKT OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.discobelle.net/2007/10/12/daft-punk-lv-mix"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tOSiGE9oIho&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tOSiGE9oIho&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Also, in case you haven't heard the new &lt;a href="http://www.discobelle.net/2007/10/12/daft-punk-lv-mix"&gt;Daft Punk Mix&lt;/a&gt; here it is.  DP hooked Louis Vuitton up for his Spring/Summer 08 Runway Show in Paris.  Like all DP related works, this mix is hotter than hot.  Check it the fuck out.  Kanye, Justice AND Ratatat oh fuck.  It's so slick.  DP does it right every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost my burfdais tomorrow hooray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-3111278273226614478?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/3111278273226614478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=3111278273226614478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/3111278273226614478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/3111278273226614478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/10/daft-punk-tiger-army-and-minisplozuns.html' title='Daft Punk, Tiger Army, and Minisplozuns'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RxfRIB0XJaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uuQ5SI6--6g/s72-c/Untitled-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-6973339874996857882</id><published>2007-10-16T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:24:57.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UPS, Shoes and Cookz</title><content type='html'>My lack of posting this past week is due to my inability to use my camera.  I have been working on a stop-motion 3D project for the last week and I can't really move my camera or I'll disturb the set up.  I'll post up the project when I am done and until then I'll be using my rad COMPUTER CAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you watched the Hacker History video I posted a little while ago you may have learned something.  I did.  Basically if you are confident enough, you can get people to believe just about anything.  Well in order to fuel my street art addiction I went to the local post office to see if I could get some free mailing stickers to paste up.  The first time I went the lady somehow convinced my that if I were to get stickers I would need to buy boxes too.  HAH, I'm not paying for this stuff so I left.  That time was just a trial run.  The second time I went in I told a story about how I had gone into the shop a little while ago and purchese a bunch of boxes and now I needed the mailing stickers to go along with them.  I told them I had 8 boxes that needed stickers.  She bought it and I walked out with about 20 stickers.  (She threw a few extra in I guess).  Dope, free stickz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RxUlBh0XJXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/d27SwQ3myIU/s1600-h/Photo+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RxUlBh0XJXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/d27SwQ3myIU/s320/Photo+25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122040859391894898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to try one more thing.  I heard that UPS will give supplies to businesses or small companies if they need it.  I figured I'd give it a try and I registered on &lt;a href="http://ups.com/"&gt;UPS.com&lt;/a&gt;.  I set up an account and said I had a small business and all of this stuff and two days later I check my mail and there sitting in the mail box is 100 4"x8" stickers.  Oh god I was so excited.  These are PERFECT for sticking together and creating big pieces as well, which is fantastic.  I haven't even put up ONE sticker and now I have over 100 to play with.  I gotta come up with some crazy idea then I'm golden.  I &lt;3 free things.  The best part about it is that I can do it again and again!  Anyone can do it.  It's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RxUlBx0XJYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DhzEyqQuMkg/s1600-h/Photo+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RxUlBx0XJYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DhzEyqQuMkg/s320/Photo+29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122040863686862210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture doesn't really do it justice. Trust me, it's a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, I got new kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RxUlCR0XJZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/phd8mHRCwQk/s1600-h/Photo+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RxUlCR0XJZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/phd8mHRCwQk/s320/Photo+30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122040872276796818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YAY.  I love them.  Only $65 too thanks to a SNEAKER VILLE sale.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I got cookies.  It's my birthday this Friday.  I don't know what I am doing for it but I'm excited.  I'll be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;19 &lt;/span&gt;on the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;19TH&lt;/span&gt; HOLY SHIT.  Gah, I don't want to grow up.  I'm tempted to go to MSTRKRFT and rock out with C Milla and H Dog but I don't know if that will happen.  It's okay for you all to mail me presents also, no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you on the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-6973339874996857882?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/6973339874996857882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=6973339874996857882' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/6973339874996857882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/6973339874996857882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/10/ups-shoes-and-cookz.html' title='UPS, Shoes and Cookz'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RxUlBh0XJXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/d27SwQ3myIU/s72-c/Photo+25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-3140892894519438271</id><published>2007-10-10T22:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T23:34:01.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaker Pimps</title><content type='html'>Before I say anything let me give you a run down of my rad weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  First Friday.  You read the blog you know all about then.  Then there was the shoe release party at Ubiq.  Free beers and chill tunes.  'Twas cool.  Then we went to a beer pong tournament thing.  Kinda lame, but we got drunkd.  The house it was at was INSANE though.  Five dudes live in this 3 story MANSION and they are paying less than I am for housing.  Sucks a nut.  They had a hookah room upstairs with block lights and carpets on the walls and a disco ball and pillows all over the place.  SO awesome.  Then after we went to Little Pete's diner.  Not the same as Sherwood but it's open 24/7 and thats all I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  SNEAKER PIMPS (You'll find out all about this in a mo).  Then we went to another house party.  This house was pretty chill.  I had a big ol' chat with Ry Ry and he told me his woman troubles.  ASK HIM ABOUT IT HE'LL LOVE IT.  Got drunkd, went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  OUTFEST.  It was a gay pride festival that took place on my street and a few adjacent ones.  It was pretty gay.  That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action packed weekend.  It was fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SNEAKER PIMPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sneaker pimps was huge.  SO many trendy dudes and SOOO many hot shoes.  I wasn't really sure what to expect before going but oh man it was fun.  There were a couple of live bands and some hip hop dudes which was sweet but obviously the shoes were the main attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had HUNDREDS of custom shoes.  Soooo many shoes.  I've never seen so many ace looking pieces of rubber and leather in my life.  Here's just a peak.  You can see nearly ALL of the shoes on my facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584246_4374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584246_4374.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584241_2874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584241_2874.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584259_8270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584259_8270.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584336_5922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584336_5922.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584277_4151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584277_4151.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584317_2031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584317_2031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584320_866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584320_866.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584273_2900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584273_2900.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584265_110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584265_110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584359_1833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584359_1833.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crew.  Starting with me going clockwise it's Me, Jackie, Geoff, Cara, and Andrew.  Each sporting his/her kicks to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw DJ Tyger Lilly and COLETRAIN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584368_4765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584368_4765.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584367_4440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584367_4440.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy was hanging(get it?) around with us outside of Ubiq after Sneaker Pimps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584374_6710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v128/101/26/1088160869/n1088160869_30584374_6710.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-3140892894519438271?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/3140892894519438271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=3140892894519438271' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/3140892894519438271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/3140892894519438271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/10/sneaker-pimps.html' title='Sneaker Pimps'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-878295822810362967</id><published>2007-10-09T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:32:23.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nike IDs</title><content type='html'>Honestly I wasn't sure if I totally liked my IDs when I opened the box.  They were, after all, pretty ridiculous.  It took a few days to get used to them but now I love them.  I think I need more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK THE KICKZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwvHhqK9FeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/x5Y2iSw0tpw/s1600-h/IMG_0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwvHhqK9FeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/x5Y2iSw0tpw/s320/IMG_0272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119404782506546658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwvHiKK9FfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/N8vAi2kh9Ok/s1600-h/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwvHiKK9FfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/N8vAi2kh9Ok/s320/IMG_0273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119404791096481266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwvHiaK9FgI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8kScN4AIfB0/s1600-h/IMG_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwvHiaK9FgI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8kScN4AIfB0/s320/IMG_0275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119404795391448578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwvHi6K9FhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-DPkn_9V1n8/s1600-h/IMG_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwvHi6K9FhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-DPkn_9V1n8/s320/IMG_0276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119404803981383186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you who don't know Drencrom is one f the spiked milks that Alex drinks in the Korova Milkbar in &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0066921/"&gt;A Clockwork Orange&lt;/a&gt; .  Drencrom is a shortened version of Adrenochrome which is basically adrenaline in drug form.  RAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha'll think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-878295822810362967?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/878295822810362967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=878295822810362967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/878295822810362967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/878295822810362967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/10/nike-ids.html' title='Nike IDs'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwvHhqK9FeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/x5Y2iSw0tpw/s72-c/IMG_0272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-2366998028043182330</id><published>2007-10-07T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T15:34:38.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Firday + Ubiq DJ Niel Armstrong</title><content type='html'>On the first Friday of every month a ton of local artists gather on 2nd and Market Streets to sell stuff they have made.  This area of Philadelphia has a ton of art galleries too which all open up for free.  There is music and people dancing and people creating art on the spot and a whole bunch of shit going down.  I missed last months First Friday so this was my first time going.  I'll be going again mos def.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwkpbaK9FVI/AAAAAAAAAII/axNXr5JfZPE/s1600-h/IMG_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwkpbaK9FVI/AAAAAAAAAII/axNXr5JfZPE/s320/IMG_0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118668002341754194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you see that little Asian boy in the red shirt?  His name is Nhut.  Pronounced: "Nuh".  I hang out with him all the fucking time.  He's so rad.  He's TINY, too.  Last First Friday Nhut sold over $150 worth of paintings and stuff.  I don't know how he does it, but I'm getting myself a little portfolio together and I'm going to make myself some CASH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwkpcKK9FWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pK_crRra_3M/s1600-h/IMG_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwkpcKK9FWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pK_crRra_3M/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118668015226656098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't remember how much this guy was selling these for but nearly everything at First Friday is super cheap.  It's  mostly cool stuff  too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rwkpc6K9FXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HpV-79h_xw0/s1600-h/IMG_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rwkpc6K9FXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HpV-79h_xw0/s320/IMG_0250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118668028111558002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fucking spray ork man.  This guy had a huge crowd around him watching him do his thing.  I wish I had gotten a chance to see the end result :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwkpdaK9FYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/m6zo6NGio00/s1600-h/IMG_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwkpdaK9FYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/m6zo6NGio00/s320/IMG_0259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118668036701492610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackie was selling a bunch of decks she painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwkpeKK9FZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6im8Ihuihx8/s1600-h/IMG_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwkpeKK9FZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6im8Ihuihx8/s320/IMG_0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118668049586394514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See those characters on the upper right there.  I met the guy that does those, he actually goes to uArts.  These dudes he's created are EVERYWHERE.  There is a sticker up on just about every mailbox and newspaper bin in the city.  I never thought I'd actually meet the dude. So awesome.  Apparently he's getting his OWN shoe with VANS as well.  Fuckshitman,iwantthatsobad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwksnaK9FaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/eI7tN6vE5lA/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwksnaK9FaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/eI7tN6vE5lA/s320/IMG_0262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118671507035067810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's some more of his stuff in a gallery.  I love that character so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwksnqK9FbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/d4uieqeLGvg/s1600-h/IMG_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwksnqK9FbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/d4uieqeLGvg/s320/IMG_0264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118671511330035122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took advantage of the Monster Truck.  They were just pouring these free Monsters into my arms so I had to keep them.  I ended up putting about fifteen in two plastic bags and fashioning some completely uncomfortable makeshift backpack.  I proceeded to bike the next 15 blocks in uncomfortable agony.  BUT NOW MY FRIDGE IS FULL OF MONSTER IT'S OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwktdqK9FdI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DDypnZJt_wE/s1600-h/IMG_0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwktdqK9FdI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DDypnZJt_wE/s320/IMG_0272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118672439042971090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends.  We had to pack up all of the stuff they were super fast becuasssse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwktdaK9FcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ThRe8cQUHDk/s1600-h/IMG_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwktdaK9FcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ThRe8cQUHDk/s320/IMG_0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118672434748003778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PO PO GETTIN US DOWN.  I thought this First Friday thing was deemed A-Okay by the State of PA but apparently not.  The police were giving everybody a hard time about not having any permits to sell things and they were threatening citations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Friday might have ended early but the night was still young.  Next up was DJ Niel Armstrong at Ubiq for a custom shoe release party.  When we got there the scene wasn't as hopping as we thought it might be, but the beer was free and we got to meet this dude:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-518.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v140/181/88/1335180518/n1335180518_30359665_7491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-518.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v140/181/88/1335180518/n1335180518_30359665_7491.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was not fun.  He looks fun.  He was not fun.  This is what he ACTUALLY said when this picture was taken: "I used to be a photographer.  I could use this baby arm as a prop.  You know what I would do with it?!  It'd put it here!  It's a penis!"  He later told me to soak magic mushrooms in a jar of honey for a month and then lick the honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked the DJ, downed the beers and bounced.  As cool as that dude was I wasn't about to spend all night talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon, I have some big news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As I am writing this I hear cheering outside my window.  I look outside and see one of those mechanical bulls and a crowd of people surrounding it cheering.  My roommate just told me it's a festival called Outfest about some gay pride thing.  THAT'S WHAT THE GAYBOrHOOD IS ALL ABOUT RIGHT RIGHT.  So, uh, I'm going to go ride the Bull.  Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-2366998028043182330?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/2366998028043182330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=2366998028043182330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/2366998028043182330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/2366998028043182330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-friday.html' title='First Firday + Ubiq DJ Niel Armstrong'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwkpbaK9FVI/AAAAAAAAAII/axNXr5JfZPE/s72-c/IMG_0257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-4774073250729411615</id><published>2007-10-04T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T19:47:28.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The BLOW, Karl Blau, and Saturday Looks Good to Me</title><content type='html'>I saw a show last night at the FIRST UNITARIAN CHURCH.  My first thoughts were "ABANDONED CHURCH??  PARADISO??"  But then, how could that be, this isn't Amsterdam after all, only Philadelphia.  I have heard some good things about this church in the past though and apparently the hold a lot of good shows so it can't be that bad, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was right, it was a pretty chill spot.  Very intimate, low stage, and we were right fucking close which made it more fun.  It's not really someplace I prefer over club type venues but it was pretty gnarly.  Sunday School plays take place on the same stage, there are little kid drawings all over the walls, and the stage is covered with a colorful rug that attempts to teach the ABC's.  Where was THAT in Paradiso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Karl Blau came on stage and opened first.  More like Karl BLEH, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET IT&lt;/span&gt;?  He kinda sucked.  He had two recorders which he beatboxed and played the bassline into while he riffed and sang over it.  It was interesting...but that's about it.  Meh.  I didn't even manage to snag a picture of him.  Shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was Saturday Looks Good to Me.  Alright, these bros were better than Blau but not by much.  Again interesting music but nothing to get excited about.  Worthy of a few pictures, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwVss6K9FPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AE3ixh7aels/s1600-h/IMG_0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwVss6K9FPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AE3ixh7aels/s320/IMG_0272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117616070361683186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the main event we saw The BLOW.  The BLOW, for those of you who don't know is Khaela Maricich and YATCH.  YATCH recently left Khaela, so now The BLOW is just Khaela doing her own thing. She's a one woman artist who sings on top of a CD (kareokeish).  SOUNDS LAME, I know, but the tunes and pretty bouncy and she dances like a maniac.  I was slightly reminded of HNATIW, except no synths or drum machines to sit on.  Check the pics and CHECK the vid.  Shit's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwVvGKK9FQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Sda9vjO8wwg/s1600-h/IMG_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwVvGKK9FQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Sda9vjO8wwg/s320/IMG_0278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117618703176635650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first time she jumped into the crowd NO ONE EXPECTED IT and she fell to the floor.  She climbed back on stage and said "This time I'll aim or those guys."  The crowd was ready the second time.  It was great.  Rad socks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwVwV6K9FUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gRY0tR8mK6c/s1600-h/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwVwV6K9FUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gRY0tR8mK6c/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117620073271203138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  She had this whole thing with this piece of plastic.  It was some metaphor for her boyfriend or something.  It was so bizarre it was hilarious.  She was very funny all around too, she joked with the audience and talked a bunch about ridiculous stuff.  One of her things was "explaining being alive".  She explained it by saying "You know what it's like?  It's like everything.  You know, all of this.  Yeeaaah.  Yeah you know it's like all of everything like this."  It made no sense.  Then she would go om about how if the audience was a polar bear, and in order to make good music she had to flirt with it, but like with the whole audience.  Polar bear.  She was so weird she was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=8072239228473470023&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;DANCE DANCE DANCE  She was so fun to watch. "TAKE IT OFF" lollolololllol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun night.  A Wednesday too!  Word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-4774073250729411615?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/4774073250729411615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=4774073250729411615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/4774073250729411615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/4774073250729411615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/10/blow-karl-blau-and-saturday-looks-good.html' title='The BLOW, Karl Blau, and Saturday Looks Good to Me'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RwVss6K9FPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AE3ixh7aels/s72-c/IMG_0272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-1359278884651428301</id><published>2007-10-01T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T11:57:31.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Phreaks &amp; Captain Crunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE HISTORY OF HACKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen this video yet, then you have been missing out.  I think some of you may have seen it before but perhaps not.  Either way, WATCH IT AGAIN.  It start with Phone Phreaks (So fucking awesome) and goes all the way up to Kevin Mitnick which is possibly one of the raddest dudes ever.  The Hack is beyond me.  I love this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=5464925144369700635&amp;amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HACK THE PLANET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://technolog.it.umn.edu/technolog/spring2002/hackers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://technolog.it.umn.edu/technolog/spring2002/hackers1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, this is mega awesome.  &lt;a href="http://www.i-am-bored.com/evolution_grafitti.html"&gt;MEGA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, check out my &lt;a href="http://uarts.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2016646&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;id=1088160869"&gt;Campus Philly&lt;/a&gt; album on Facebook.  There is no way I am uploading all of those pictures here so CHECK THE LINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last lastly, Happy October!  This month should be pretty ridiculous:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;JUSTICE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Halloween at Art Schoool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sneaker Pimps shoe festival&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diplo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BLOW&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST TO NAME A FEW.  I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  &lt;a href="http://www.yourdailymedia.com/media/1191325006/Woman_Gets_Stuck_On_The_House_Of_Fun"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-1359278884651428301?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/1359278884651428301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=1359278884651428301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/1359278884651428301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/1359278884651428301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/10/phone-phreaks-captain-crunch.html' title='Phone Phreaks &amp; Captain Crunch'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-2450031974671112396</id><published>2007-09-25T15:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T15:41:55.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stenciling is Dope</title><content type='html'>Inspired by Banksy himself I wanted to do something similar to his infamous &lt;a href="http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.cox101/graphics/banksy-bomb-sidebar.jpg"&gt; "Girl With Bomb"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I found &lt;a href="http://www.webster.edu/%7Ewrosenbl/baby_bomb.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; perfect picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thinned down the image using photoshop and brought it to three layers including the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lucky, you need to be 25 to buy spray paint in Philadelphia (Which I only found out recently) but the day before I left I went out and picked up four cans.  Whee.  All I need to do now is come up with a larger better stencil and this city is as good as mine.   I also met a kid who talked to me about the lack of a "Connecticut bombing scene."  Rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvli9KK9FMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/USA4ghl_1F4/s1600-h/IMG_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvli9KK9FMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/USA4ghl_1F4/s320/IMG_0266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114227654697751746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's on the back of my sketch pad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvlje6K9FNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kdD9P-rvKb8/s1600-h/IMG_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvlje6K9FNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kdD9P-rvKb8/s320/IMG_0269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114228234518336722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is the stencil for the shadows next to it.  I had to cut out a new stencil for each layer of color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvlj4qK9FOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mgS717vyde0/s1600-h/IMG_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvlj4qK9FOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mgS717vyde0/s320/IMG_0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114228676899968226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IT'S TINY.  You have no idea how long it takes to make all of those tiny tiny cuts over and over again.  White was the background layer so that stencil was just the outline of the whole figure.  They Grey layer is mid tones and the black holds the darkest shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do more of this stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-2450031974671112396?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/2450031974671112396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=2450031974671112396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/2450031974671112396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/2450031974671112396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/09/stenciling-is-dope.html' title='Stenciling is Dope'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvli9KK9FMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/USA4ghl_1F4/s72-c/IMG_0266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-7472976054739592459</id><published>2007-09-24T17:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T17:50:33.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Munted Mondaze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvgugKK9FKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hK1VIGJbXQM/s1600-h/IMG_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvgugKK9FKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hK1VIGJbXQM/s320/IMG_0319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113888506900190370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Totally tagged up wall on South St.  This shit is too high profile not to be commissioned by the city though.  DAYM CELL OWTZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvgu6aK9FLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/59aCrWrXpwA/s1600-h/IMG_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvgu6aK9FLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/59aCrWrXpwA/s320/IMG_0320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113888957871756466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case you forgot:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEMS STILL BE MURDERERING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll merk your goldfish.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-7472976054739592459?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/7472976054739592459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=7472976054739592459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/7472976054739592459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/7472976054739592459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/09/munted-mondaze.html' title='Munted Mondaze'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvgugKK9FKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hK1VIGJbXQM/s72-c/IMG_0319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-4728414076005438635</id><published>2007-09-23T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T00:26:23.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irraderphia's Chinar Town</title><content type='html'>Philly's China town is small and only takes up part of a couple streets but it's still fun.  All the same people work at the same stores and sell the same things.  Something tells me that if I actually went to China I wouldn't be able to find those miniature turtles anywhere or even those small round red Chinese hats with those black tassels.  I've always liked China Town's either way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that some big corporation got together and decided how every China town should look and fixed them all up (or down) to make them the same all over the world.  Like Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvc03KK9FCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zBRy1_LjTak/s1600-h/IMG_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvc03KK9FCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zBRy1_LjTak/s320/IMG_0296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113614024130237474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's what I would call my deli too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvc1MqK9FDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6RpBtUGRVaw/s1600-h/IMG_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvc1MqK9FDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6RpBtUGRVaw/s320/IMG_0297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113614393497424946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fancy entrance type gateway into China Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvc19aK9FEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/b8TKXuQVy3o/s1600-h/IMG_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvc19aK9FEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/b8TKXuQVy3o/s320/IMG_0298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113615231016047682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of a chubby fire hydrant.  THATSNOTTHEONLYTHINGCHUBBYINTHEPICTURELOLOLOL.  The picture doesn't really do it justice but trust me.  One to many Pudgie Patty's I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvc5v6K9FFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ga4NW2Il6PM/s1600-h/IMG_0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvc5v6K9FFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ga4NW2Il6PM/s320/IMG_0301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113619397134324818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is either the best invention in the world or the grossest.  It's little pudding either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvc6gaK9FII/AAAAAAAAAGg/xig4QVwbYUE/s1600-h/IMG_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvc6gaK9FII/AAAAAAAAAGg/xig4QVwbYUE/s320/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113620230357980290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This movie poster was up on the wall of some grocery store in China Town.  I glanced at it as I walked by and UPON FURTHER INSPECTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvc616K9FJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tpJ0xQFTCUc/s1600-h/IRRADERPH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvc616K9FJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tpJ0xQFTCUc/s320/IRRADERPH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113620599725167762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HE HAS A THIRD EYE.  We MUST find and watch this movie  Sooner than later please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have my first big paper for writing (lol only academic class) due tomorrow and I haven't started.  I spent all afternoon recreating this master drawing with using only LINES and now I have to spill 1000 words on some paper about some short story.  Blarggshgh.  I don't have class until 11:30 tomorrow though so I'll be alright.  I hope sleeping and getting work done in timely mannerisms is happening for all of yous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night sirs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-4728414076005438635?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/4728414076005438635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=4728414076005438635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/4728414076005438635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/4728414076005438635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/09/irraderphias-chinar-town.html' title='Irraderphia&apos;s Chinar Town'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rvc03KK9FCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zBRy1_LjTak/s72-c/IMG_0296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-5823677174700854548</id><published>2007-09-20T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T14:41:50.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Demons</title><content type='html'>On our way to Ubiq we were graced by the presence of Theresa.  Theresa is the type of person who you don't really want to come to Ubiq with you...or anywhere really.  She's nice and all, but she talks about nothing.  All day long.  For years.  And when she's done she'll talk about how she is fat and her parents hate her.  Those are the type of things that you hear and hearing and wish that you never ever have to hear them in person.  What the fuck do you say to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;:  It's because I am fat and my parents hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyone else&lt;/span&gt;:  Oh...thats cool I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, not a fun situation.  She also coined two quotes that immediately hit the record books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brace yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While in cafe Cosi, looking at a menu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;:  "Margheritas?!  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pause...silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, it's just the pizzas.  Damn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh...heh.....eh.....ehhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While in Ubiq looking at purple and green Pumas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T:  I like these shoes because they remind me of Barney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I'm watching a fantastic Jerry Springer episode.  "My son is possessed by a gay demon!"  The mother tried to beat her son with a bible to turn him straight.  The best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-5823677174700854548?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/5823677174700854548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=5823677174700854548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/5823677174700854548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/5823677174700854548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/09/demons.html' title='Demons'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-1724991394882144565</id><published>2007-09-19T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:25:21.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ubiq</title><content type='html'>Ubiq is where it is at.  I am lucky to have landed a spot just a few blocks away cuz I most definitely will be checking back as often as possible.  They stock pretty much everything and they have a massive selection dunks, Pumas and Vans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for my last visit was to check out the new Staple tees that dropped a couple weeks ago.  I went the day after the landed in the store.  Their site said they were having a sale as well so I thought I could grab a few of them for cheaper...or at least cheaper.  As I found out, the sale was only a summer clearance sale so of course the Staple stuff wasn't on there.  I ended up not grabbing anything but a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cheaper anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHS1euymbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tFkeWACSUOc/s1600-h/IMG_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHS1euymbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tFkeWACSUOc/s320/IMG_0269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112098868266441138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHTTeuymcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AKwxRcTRLoA/s1600-h/IMG_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHTTeuymcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AKwxRcTRLoA/s320/IMG_0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112099383662516674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking through the front window from the street all you can see is bright lights and walls lined with fancy shoes.  FUN.  It seems that stores of this caliber like to seem overly neat.  Not only that, but Ubiq specializes in hiring people to stare at you the entire time you are in there.  They aren't really staring with the "How may I help you?" face either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHVMOuymdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QS0yF_OX4SA/s1600-h/IMG_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHVMOuymdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QS0yF_OX4SA/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112101458131720658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rows and rows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHZSOuymfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YR8Bc57pDSY/s1600-h/IMG_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHZSOuymfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YR8Bc57pDSY/s320/IMG_0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112105959257446898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is something about rows of rainbow pooooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHa2-uymgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XyTyJ0tU040/s1600-h/IMG_0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHa2-uymgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XyTyJ0tU040/s320/IMG_0272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112107690129267202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;quack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHd--uymhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/72g_qlzHpEM/s1600-h/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHd--uymhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/72g_qlzHpEM/s320/IMG_0273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112111126103104018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See those purple quakes there in the middle?  I want those so bad.  I saw them on some kid at a party this past weekend and they kick it even harder off the shelf.  Actually, at that same party another guy had Pigeon Dunks.  Urvehbudi wuz a hipshtr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHgOeuymiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AvDdzxDZ1rM/s1600-h/IMG_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHgOeuymiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AvDdzxDZ1rM/s320/IMG_0275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112113591414331938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can just make out the two Staple shirts there in the closest rack.  They were fantastic.  I love that black A4 print short so much.  This part of the store was down and short hallway filled with toys and in a back room that was furnished like a fancy mansion parlor.  It has leather couches, animal print chairs, fancy lamps, a fire place, and wood paneling everywhere.  I was not expecting that the first time I came in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also an upstairs to Ubiq.  The stairway is much like the fancy back clothing room where it's all carved wood and red carpeted stairs and big wooded railings.  It's slick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHiUuuymjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wp25pmCIJBI/s1600-h/IMG_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHiUuuymjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wp25pmCIJBI/s320/IMG_0276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112115897811769906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Massive wall print in the hallway.  I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHiteuymkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/g0R4Fd3nZKQ/s1600-h/IMG_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHiteuymkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/g0R4Fd3nZKQ/s320/IMG_0277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112116323013532226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upstairs they had a massive Vans section.  Vans shoes aren't really my style but their selection was impressive.  They had a bunch of custom painted shoes and a ton of other styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the upstairs was a a Vans art gallery of sorts.  They had some pretty cool work in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHmOuuymoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Jl6wGes5n1k/s1600-h/IMG_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHmOuuymoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Jl6wGes5n1k/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112120192779065986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHl4uuymmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Wv0EpD7GzMo/s1600-h/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHl4uuymmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Wv0EpD7GzMo/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112119814821943906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHlqeuymlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0dvqhjUvQpo/s1600-h/IMG_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHlqeuymlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0dvqhjUvQpo/s320/IMG_0279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112119570008808018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHmW-uympI/AAAAAAAAAFo/6Nv567qRZHU/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHmW-uympI/AAAAAAAAAFo/6Nv567qRZHU/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112120334512986770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a cool picture.  I like that guys stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.  Come to illadelphia and we'll go to Ubiq and spend all of our monies, Kay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-1724991394882144565?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/1724991394882144565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=1724991394882144565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/1724991394882144565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/1724991394882144565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/09/ubiq.html' title='Ubiq'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RvHS1euymbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tFkeWACSUOc/s72-c/IMG_0269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-8845080413422476378</id><published>2007-09-14T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T15:50:29.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is about everything and nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I can't decide which piece to start with so I won't start with any of the pieces because I've already started.  I hope you like what you hear..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rurh7RpruhI/AAAAAAAAADI/Enun8YElqZU/s1600-h/IMG_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rurh7RpruhI/AAAAAAAAADI/Enun8YElqZU/s320/IMG_0250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110145135672015378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You guys are PHAGs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RuriKhpruiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hqstD_qFqPY/s1600-h/IMG_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RuriKhpruiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hqstD_qFqPY/s320/IMG_0251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110145397665020450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found a place that has Pawel Kwak.  It's a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Unique Belgium specialty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RurjERprujI/AAAAAAAAADY/NIdL3F7WqnQ/s1600-h/IMG_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RurjERprujI/AAAAAAAAADY/NIdL3F7WqnQ/s320/IMG_0289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110146389802465842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my main University buildings.  It's called Hamilton Hall.  There are a bunch of classes you can take there and it also houses all of the administration stuff.  Behind it is Furness dorm which is one of the main freshmen housing dorms.  Fuck that, Spruce where it's at.  I actually don't have any classes in this building, but I'm there all the time hanging out in other peoples dorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RurlVxprumI/AAAAAAAAADw/yaTRoPPvboU/s1600-h/IMG_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RurlVxprumI/AAAAAAAAADw/yaTRoPPvboU/s320/IMG_0316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110148889473432162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing I don't like about Philadelphia is the squirrels.  Granted I've only seen a handful or so in parks, but they were fucked up.  Have you ever seen a squirrel lie down?  No you haven't.  I don't like it.  Hop around you dick, don't lie down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RurkuxprulI/AAAAAAAAADo/PtOWK5lQRRs/s1600-h/IMG_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RurkuxprulI/AAAAAAAAADo/PtOWK5lQRRs/s320/IMG_0250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110148219458533970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IT'S A R2D2 MAILBOX I KNOW IT'S AWESOME.  What a gem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-8845080413422476378?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/8845080413422476378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=8845080413422476378' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/8845080413422476378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/8845080413422476378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-about-everything-and-nothing.html' title='This is about everything and nothing'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rurh7RpruhI/AAAAAAAAADI/Enun8YElqZU/s72-c/IMG_0250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-523668012952149173</id><published>2007-09-13T14:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T15:09:38.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgets</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd mention two things that I forgot to in the last two posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gayborhood:  &lt;/span&gt;Alright, you guys know that 70's porn star mustache look that was ever so popular?  Of course you don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; it, but do you at least know what I am talking about?  Let's hope so, cuz in this Gayborhood I so pleasantly inhabit it's back and in action all over the place.  Every now and then you'll come across a guy that rocks a mustache (Tom Cotton) but it's not very common.  Here, it's like completely opposite.  I guess it's some rule of Philadelph Bum Fiends to have some scruff on the upper lip.  In many cases this "scruff" turns out to be a full fledged handle bar.  I saw a pair of dudes with matching mustaches the other day.  They were too cool for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun fact to tickle your fancies:  My roommate is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't have a mustache though, just thought you might like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mad Chill:&lt;/span&gt;  The following conversation took place between my friend (Josh) and I at the 40 Forty party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh:  Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Yo&lt;br /&gt;Josh:  Hey, do you want to do some acid?&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  What?&lt;br /&gt;Josh:  I have a friend coming who's bring a bunch of acid, I can get you some for real cheap.  Like $10 a pop.&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Josh:  Don't worry, it's not like shrooms.  You know what's up with acid.  It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mad chill&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mad chill&lt;/span&gt;, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Josh:  Yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mad chill.  &lt;/span&gt;I hope he comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in case there was any confusion, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACID IS MAD CHILL&lt;/span&gt;.  Now you all are aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures of the awesome house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RumJOBprufI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_qExcPhhnlw/s1600-h/n56602125_30429000_6782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RumJOBprufI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_qExcPhhnlw/s320/n56602125_30429000_6782.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109766126282979826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Hoohk and me playing fuseball in the back right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RumJ4xprugI/AAAAAAAAADA/pXvv8Wo5lIc/s1600-h/n56602125_30428993_4954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RumJ4xprugI/AAAAAAAAADA/pXvv8Wo5lIc/s320/n56602125_30428993_4954.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109766860722387458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A piece of the rad basement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-523668012952149173?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/523668012952149173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=523668012952149173' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/523668012952149173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/523668012952149173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/09/forgets.html' title='Forgets'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RumJOBprufI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_qExcPhhnlw/s72-c/n56602125_30429000_6782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-7470739789496161025</id><published>2007-09-10T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T19:47:35.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Forty</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago I went to a radder than rad house.  Four or five upperclassmen lived in this three story apartment type building about 10 blocks from where I live.  The location wasn't the best, but the scene inside quickly made up for what it lacked in surrounding awesomeness.  First of all, the only way we actually FOUND the house was because we saw super bright pulsating lights coming from inside this one window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up and knocked on the door and it opened to reveal a riot of smells, sights and views.  Just from the doorway I was hit with a wall of smoke from quite clearly more than one variety of smokable material, and a blindingly bright traffic sign.  It was jumping between red, yellow and green and flashing crazily.  It was so awesome.  It was propped up against the wall on a table to the right side of the room.  I asked someone about it and they said the grandfather of one of the kids who lived there "acquired" it somehow.  I don't know the WHOLE story but just thinking about how you'd go about to get a working traffic sign is hilarious.  I gotta get my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was called a 40 fourty party for one reason.  They bought 40 FORTIES.  Forty of 'em.  Since we didn't quite get around to having our own malt party in Wepo, if this doesnt convince you that we need to then I don't know what will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HURRICANE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RuXNiMTRD2I/AAAAAAAAACg/M6kACrwt1mM/s1600-h/09-02-07_2257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RuXNiMTRD2I/AAAAAAAAACg/M6kACrwt1mM/s320/09-02-07_2257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108715339622977378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xxHaRdxxCorExx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And there, just under the bottle is half the reason why this house is so rad.  Upstairs in the living room there was a few couches surrounding this table.  About two dozen paint markers littered the table and people were tagging it up all over the place.  By the end of the night the table was COVERED in colored goodness of all sorts.  I marked my spot and spent most of the night drawing various things.  You can see most clearly in the picture my yellow acid drips.  It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week they had a party at the same place (I hope this becomes a tradition).  As if it could get any crazier, this party was an 80 FORTY clusterfuck.  Not only that, but I came prepared.  I brought my &lt;a href="http://www.krink.com/"&gt;Krink&lt;/a&gt;.  Needless to say, I made use of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RuXQj8TRD3I/AAAAAAAAACo/fLg4nDlR8Ws/s1600-h/09-02-07_2353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RuXQj8TRD3I/AAAAAAAAACo/fLg4nDlR8Ws/s320/09-02-07_2353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108718668222631794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SENTI IS UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this wall, is the second half of why this house was so rad.  The ENTIRE basement was covered with graffiti from cans and markers.  There was some very cool hits too but most of it was just signing and words, not really finished stuff.  I marked my territory here, as pictured, and on the underside of some stairs.  SO much fun.  This was only the second time I have ever used my krink and already I'm addicted.  There was also a massive sign of a sandwich that looked like it could have belonged to a subway.  'Twas rad.  What college party isn't complete without a beruit table?!  Of course this house had one...  Bleh, the only cool part of it was that it kept falling over and every time a few bottles would shatter and everyone would get all angry and yell.  It was funny.  Even better than beruit as I found out is fuseball.  Uh, I guess that's is all I really need to say about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first time I ever used my &lt;a href="http://www.krink.com/"&gt;Kranky Krink&lt;/a&gt; was here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RuXTYsTRD4I/AAAAAAAAACw/QaC572M30Og/s1600-h/09-02-07_2331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RuXTYsTRD4I/AAAAAAAAACw/QaC572M30Og/s320/09-02-07_2331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108721773483986818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KRINKED THE HOOKA.  The bottom of their old hookah got shattered somehow so whats the next best thing?  One of those massive 10 gallon water dispenser jugs of course!  Water Jug + hookah makes one massive hookah.  Two hoses is a hell of a lot better than 1 also, especially when there are so many people around.  The shiish went fast but it was still fun.  The only downside was not being able to get people's attention across the room because they weren't covering their end of the hose.  I hadn't thought of it before, but with two hoses if you suck on one and the other isn't closed, then you will be sucking fresh air.  Who wants that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Krink is Kranky.  It took more than just Chris's purple one to explode on a water bottle at my house to convince me.  I used it twice in one night and the next morning I found Krink all over my pants and hands.  Hopefully it'll come off of the UFOs, but either way I think it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-7470739789496161025?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/7470739789496161025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=7470739789496161025' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/7470739789496161025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/7470739789496161025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/09/40-forty.html' title='40 Forty'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RuXNiMTRD2I/AAAAAAAAACg/M6kACrwt1mM/s72-c/09-02-07_2257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-6446908696854378908</id><published>2007-09-10T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:43:33.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gayborhood</title><content type='html'>I'll admit I was a little apprehensive before coming to Philadelphia.  It is after all the 6th largest city in the US.  I know New York well and before I got into to uArts I wanted nothing more than to be in New York City for school.  Of course that didn't k out so well but now that I have more or less settled into Phildelph I wouldn't have it any other way.  I am having so much fun here and the surrounding area is absolutely fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't found out until I moved into my dorm that I am living in the heart of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAYBORHOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  ashgashgahsghagshagshagshga  Is that NOT the best name ever?  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LOOK WHERE I LIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RuXGUsTRD0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/AN-PvJO4EOk/s1600-h/IMG_0252.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RuXGUsTRD0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/AN-PvJO4EOk/s400/IMG_0252.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108707411113348930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only that, but there are rainbows EVERYWHERE.  Again, fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RuXG88TRD1I/AAAAAAAAACY/uYFGBwfi6xo/s1600-h/IMG_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RuXG88TRD1I/AAAAAAAAACY/uYFGBwfi6xo/s400/IMG_0256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108708102603083602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is the sign right outside of my dorm building.  I live on Spruce St. and the dorm is called Spruce Hall.   Besides rainbows being on all of the street signs within the gayborhood it seems that every other building has some rainbow flag or sticker poking out of somewhere.  Of course those aren't the only items poking out places, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-6446908696854378908?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/6446908696854378908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=6446908696854378908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/6446908696854378908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/6446908696854378908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/09/gayborhood.html' title='Gayborhood'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/RuXGUsTRD0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/AN-PvJO4EOk/s72-c/IMG_0252.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-530182672809036826.post-4120065269470066995</id><published>2007-09-04T21:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:34:06.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>K's Pad</title><content type='html'>Now that I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reppin&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uArts&lt;/span&gt; at Philadelphia what better way to keep the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wepo&lt;/span&gt; scene and beyond updated with the hap-happenings of myself and the wild people I meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, one of the biggest aspects of college life is dorm life. I live in Spruce Hall with my roommate Adam. He's going into Musical Theater so he's singing and dancing all over the place but he's easily one of the nicest people here. He's a chill bro. Here is our living vessel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rt4MFsTRDnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sKJhkW5Rg1k/s1600-h/IMG_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rt4MFsTRDnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sKJhkW5Rg1k/s400/IMG_0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106532319415570034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry will probably remember these speakers...He left them with me when he moved to London and I hadn't touched them the entire time they were in my basement until the day I left for school.  I thought they might be a good idea.  You'll get them back sometime...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soz&lt;/span&gt; bro.  That's Adam's desk next to my bed with various playbill's and whatever else Theater Majors use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, NEW DUNKS UNDER THE BED.  I don't know how I have lived without a pair of these for so long.  Super fly and super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;comf&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm getting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rt4W6MTRDoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5TLx_jRFZgg/s1600-h/IMG_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rt4W6MTRDoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5TLx_jRFZgg/s400/IMG_0258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106544216474979970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam's bed.  We got our TV hooked up to cable and Adam brought his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Playstation&lt;/span&gt;.  He brought it mostly for DVDs but I brought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DDR&lt;/span&gt; as well.  I have no complaints that that is the only game we have.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DDR&lt;/span&gt; parties have yet to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rt4aRMTRDuI/AAAAAAAAABk/a-dnlE4zX8g/s1600-h/IMG_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rt4aRMTRDuI/AAAAAAAAABk/a-dnlE4zX8g/s400/IMG_0259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106547910146854626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The A-Dam flag came with me.  I also picked up this fantastic &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0117951/"&gt;Trainspotting&lt;/a&gt; poster at 'Beyond the Wall' which is a super slick poster shop on South Street (more on South later).  Next to the flag is of course the coolest of the FabricLive calender posters.  And a flying Manatee.  That's my desk there and my closet down the hallway.  The hallway leads to the door outside our room and attached to the hall on the opposite wall is Adam's closet and the bathroom.  Yeah, we have our own bathroom.  It's a full bathroom too.  BATHTUB.  There is also wall paper in our medicine cabinet...it's probably the shoddiest wall paper application I've ever seen.  I'll post pictures of that unique specimen later.  There is also a little piece of hardware on the desk that you might be interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rt4b0cTRDvI/AAAAAAAAABs/X54YsYUzuNg/s1600-h/IMG_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rt4b0cTRDvI/AAAAAAAAABs/X54YsYUzuNg/s400/IMG_0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106549615248871154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but certainly not least...my new &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/1-800-MY-APPLE/WebObjects/AppleStore?node=home/macbook/macbook_pro"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MacBook&lt;/span&gt; Pro&lt;/a&gt; complete with the ENTIRE &lt;a href="http://www.adobe.com/products/creativesuite/mastercollection/?xNav=MC"&gt;Adobe Creative Suite&lt;/a&gt;.  Check out all of those programs there in the Dock.  It is ridiculous.  Everything is synced and I can hop any project into any other program seamlessly and easily.  It's all compatible and super fast.  This computer is insane.  Best of all, it's practically FREE.  There is a slight technical fee but that mostly covers insurance and technical support.  The only downside is that the program is registered under a "shared" license so I can't use the programs outside of campus wireless net.  That was a huge disappointment but I am going to be spending nearly 24/7 here so it's not that big of a deal.  It's only unfortunate that when I leave I'll be CS3-less.  One of the coolest features about the new MacBook Pro is the power cable.  It doesn't snap or clip into the side of the laptop.  It's held on by a magnet.  This way, if someone is walking by and kicks it out it just slides out, no problem.  And when plugging it back in it kind of sucks it's self to the side of the computer.  Apple thought of fucking everything.  So awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all is well with everyone and that everything is going smoothly for those of you who are starting college this year.  Those of you who haven't heard yet check out &lt;a href="http://www.jerjapan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;JerJapan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It's the hottest thing to hit the net since the &lt;a href="http://phatpheed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Phat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pheed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/530182672809036826-4120065269470066995?l=illadelphia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/feeds/4120065269470066995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=530182672809036826&amp;postID=4120065269470066995' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/4120065269470066995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/530182672809036826/posts/default/4120065269470066995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illadelphia.blogspot.com/2007/09/yeahhhh-this-is-test-test-test.html' title='K&apos;s Pad'/><author><name>Ben Kuyper</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/SwNxb22nj1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mibDyGBuTsg/S220/13650_195812126277_500256277_4366250_4391385_n+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0vrwoRU4Iw/Rt4MFsTRDnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sKJhkW5Rg1k/s72-c/IMG_0257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
