DISTRACTION!

Does anyone remember the sweet television show called distraction? It was a trivia game show where three contestants would have to answer questions while also being well "distracted"

For example to 'ring in' to answer a question one may have to pee to make their buzzer go off. sound disgusting? I think it's awesome. However I'm trailing away from my original thought.

It didn't take long for me to become distracted once school was out. I had a couple big things happen. First I moved into a new apartment, away from my old roomie and all by myself. This move has been exciting and enlightening at the same time. My only complaint is that even though I was looking for JC, looking for him all over, I never did find him during my move, and for that I am sorry because I was hoping to make a few badass post out of my move but instead, I got nothing.

Oh wells, there is always next time. JC up up and way!

Uplifting E-mail from my Father

No not 'the' father, but my father, Robert Danko. This man has done it all. Literally has lived off the land, cheated death numerous times, survived life endangering illness, served in the Army, been a photographer, moved around the country, had a family and now is still rockin' out each and every day. He along with my mother, who are still happily married after thirty years are my lifeline. Without them I would probably be dead due to lack of life experience. They have have put up with my irrational disregard for rules, and laws for that matter, while gritting their teeth and still loving me. (I hope!) The end result was they churned out at boy, currently 23 years old, about to finish his 5th year at university and embark on his 6th. I am forever thankful and grateful for their hard work and dedication. Ultimately my goal is to someday provide for them in the same why they did for me growing up. I digress.

I went home to visit this weekend because I had a rental car with infinity miles. I had a stellar time with mom mom and dad. They make life worth living, and i feel sorry for anyone who doesn't feel the same way about their parent's respectively. Upon returning to Columbus I had to go to work, and it wasn't until this afternoon that I had a free minute to check my e-mail. My father had sent me an email in his classic form, many thoughts, one long paragraph. Anyway, he had mentioned JC and ME so I wanted to pass on the tidbit to you my loving audience.

"I had another JC and ME experience...[your] Mom has an old,cheap,little "Infant of Prague" JC statue she found somewhere and it is the very same thing my folks gave me for a gift when I was 9 or 10. Kept it with me for years. Mine disintegrated in Texas and I hadn't thought about it till I saw this one and if it wasn't for your site/project it would have never crossed my mind. I think you are on to something kiddo. I'm looking for JC everywhere these days, and will be keeping my camera with me."

Go Dad.

I'll take a Philly cheese with a side of JC

Philadelphia is the 6th largest city in the United States with a population of 5.9 million. Being the first industrialized city in the United States was quite a feat, and can be seen in almost every part of the city.

One thing I did notice however is a lack of JC. The east coast attitude seems to be one of get out of MY way I'M busy. Quite selfish and cold. This could be the reason that JC ain't spilling out of the pores of city murals and statues.

A lot of artwork seems to be based on a few things; the industrialization of the city, African American influence, the liberty bell, and Ben Franklin. Take for example the picture to the left. Here I am looking out my hotey window at the Ben Franklin bridge to Camden, the most dangerous city in the United States. Even more crime ridden and scary than Detroit, the armpit of Michigan.

It seems that JC pops up everywhere, but this weekend has been in hiding. I'll keep my eyes peeled as I rage the last concert here tonight, Lotus headlines then it's early to bed, early to rise, fly back to Columbus. Maybe I'll see JC on the plane ride home, maybe he'll sit next to me so I can repent.