Showing posts with label lightninground. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lightninground. Show all posts

Friday, February 20, 2009

Where Aren't They Now: 72

Mars Franklin ate 49 eggs.


















This is a "lightning round" guest post by Ben Compton. See Monday's post for a better explanation of my cop out!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Where Aren't They Now: 71

Jimmy Williams-Chandler, made his first longboard out of his father's coffinwood and pure, American gumption. Went to Hawaii to teach people how to surf. Found true love while pretending to paddle out to catch a wave for an octogenarian named Milfred.














This is a "lightning round" guest post by Ben Compton. See Monday's post for a better explanation of my cop out!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Where Aren't They Now: 70

Cindy Catchersmith wouldn't shut up about her fucking horse.

















This is a "lightning round" guest post by Ben Compton. See Monday's post for a better explanation of my cop out!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Where Aren't They Now: 69

Charles Weatherheimer. Lost his right hand in a car accident when he was six. Got kicked out of cub scouts for telling the other kids that "god took my hand because of the terrible things I did amongst the Webelos."
















This is a "lightning round" guest post by Ben Compton. See Monday's post for a better explanation of my cop out!

Monday, February 16, 2009

Introducing the "lightning round"

Late Sunday night I told my friend Ben that I was having a hard time getting moving with Where Aren't They Now. Quick as lightning, Ben wrote me up 4 short-and-sweet guest posts that you'll be seeing this week as I attempt to get back on the horse.

I'm calling it a "lightning round." You can call it a "cop out." Something > nothing, and Ben's posts > something. Math!

If you want to take a look/listen at other creative projects that are otherwise consuming me, make sure that you listen to Ben and my podcast, Arrive Having Eaten, as well as my own audio poetry project.

And if that ain't enough Erica for you, we might need to talk.