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Beach

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October 8th, 2014 at 9:40 am

Fat bird

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October 8th, 2014 at 9:40 am

Landscape

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October 8th, 2014 at 9:40 am

Where the Streets Have No Name

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I had this dream last night that I was in a city somewhere east of Europe. There were narrow shaded streets and big open areas where the sun was roasting. I was eating nuts and the adhan was being called out. And the sound of the adhan was different to what I’d heard before when I visited Istanbul. It was being made by instruments I didn’t recognise. Lots of different instruments combining to make one sound. Then over the top of that was the sound of voices repeating guttural consonants, like a slowly building choir of k sounds.

That sounds like the start of “Where the Streets Have No Name,” I thought.
I wanted to tell people. I had no device to email or tweet with. Oh my! U2 stole that! And nobody knows.
Then I looked again and found my device and wanted to tweet it, but I only had emojis. No proper alphabet to type with. I wanted there to be emojis that didn’t exist.

Man with blond hair.
Man with cigarette.
Man with hat and goatee.
Man with pink sunglasses.
Dusty road.
Stripey-shirted robber.
Music symbol.
Mosque.

But I couldn’t find these emojis and nobody knew that U2 stole the adhan.

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October 7th, 2014 at 9:25 am

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Real talk

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October 2nd, 2014 at 8:56 am

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This guy

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So, there’s this guy. One day he did some washing. He got the stuff out of the washing machine, grabbed his keys, and got ready to take the stuff up to the clothes line on the roof of his building. He did a wee trump before he left the flat, then opened the door. His next door neighbour–a female lady woman–was just coming out of her flat. They exchanged good mornings and both stood by the elevator. She wanted to go to the ground floor, he to the roof. They stood there in silence for a moment. He thought he should just take the stairs to the roof. He realised he could smell his wee trump. It had followed him out of the flat. Should he just go? He was embarrassed. There’s no way she couldn’t also smell it. Oops. What was he to do? Stay in the lift with his wet laundry in his arms all the way to the ground floor then all the way back up to the roof, with the knowledge of the wee trump there in front of them both? No, that’d be dumb.

“I need to go to the roof,” he said.
“Okay, bye,” she said.

He went to the roof and felt terrible. He called himself an idiot. A fucking idiot. A stupid fucking idiot.

He never wanted to bump into his neighbour again. The next day he wrote a letter to the landlord, packed his stuff up, moved out, left the city, got on a plane, flew to another county where he’d never trumped before, rented a shack in the middle of nowhere and now he trumps in peace.

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October 1st, 2014 at 5:29 pm

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Surfin’ USA

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If everybody had an ocean
Across the USA
Then everybody would have drowned, Brian, ya daftie.

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September 30th, 2014 at 6:46 am

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Standing on the balcony, I got to noticing something…

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September 29th, 2014 at 2:22 pm

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Much meat

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September 29th, 2014 at 2:21 pm

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Derek Jeter

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Not really an infographic, but here’s something about Derek Jeter.

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September 28th, 2014 at 2:30 pm

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Raheem Sterling

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September 27th, 2014 at 9:33 am

Just a little tweak, Ernest…

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September 26th, 2014 at 9:05 am

The old snowman

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September 26th, 2014 at 9:04 am

Ballpark on stilts

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September 25th, 2014 at 7:32 pm

Killer Mike with yellow paint on his face

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September 25th, 2014 at 6:15 pm

Infield

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Drawn with a Copic Multiliner SP 0.03, this is about 2 x 1.25 inches.

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September 25th, 2014 at 5:29 pm

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Naptime

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September 25th, 2014 at 12:10 pm

A short Northern story

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September 25th, 2014 at 8:08 am

A wee trump

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September 25th, 2014 at 8:06 am

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Between the poles

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Two drawings of the areas between the foul poles at major league stadiums. I kinda like that this combines the idea of an infographic with “art.”

http://flipflopflyin.com/flipflopflyball/art-poles.html

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September 24th, 2014 at 2:52 pm