More interesting text from the body of a spam-y email entitled “Hope it is better now”.  Maybe this text throws off those whip-smart Bayesian filters?  Maybe someone’s tryng to tell me something?!  I can’t wait to open up this cryptically titled 21 kb gif file attachment to see what you’re selling me!  Suffice to say that you had me at:

He caught himself, howe.  ”That is an artful boat and laugh traitorous idea. A smart notion,” steam vociferated the clerk, win “thrown out as an ap burn.  ”Do wire teaching you think expansion he will make another attempt?”

What happens when you cross the true genius behind sock puppets Sifl & Olly with the best Queens of the Stone Age album in 5 years?  A wonderful lo-fi melange of marketing & wit and the birth of a new advertising icon sure to live forever alongside Speedy Alkaseltzer, the Pilsbury Dough Boy and Mr. Clean.

Meet “Bulby”.  He’s viral, baby.

Matt Bootsy, originally uploaded by multiJay.

One of the images in this photo is Bootsy Collins.

One of the images is my brother, Matt Hughen.

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Nine knives owned by Jay Hughen

L-R Top Row:

1. Benchmade 553SBK Griptilian Tanto
2. Buck Metro Knife (burnt orange)
3. Spyderco Delica II Combo Edge

L-R Middle Row:

4. Spyderco Bob Lum “Chinese Folder”
5. Victorinox “Swiss Tool”
6. Cabela’s Mini Multi-Tool

L-R Bottom Row:

7. Spyderco Endura 4
8. Swiss Tech “Utili-key”
9. Columbia River K.I.S.S. knife)

An expert in flashlight-ology and wise man named Max Tolkoff recently told me that “you can never have enough knives”. Never mind that me and said wise man were hyperventilating with glee having just walked through the front door of Cabela’s, a hunting supply store as big as 5 football fields. He was right; you know it and I know it. So, for your amusement and my own obsessive fun, I document for all to see – Jay’s Knives. Knife #3 is “the knife that saved Terry Dry’s wedding”. I don’t have many stories that are of the calibre worthy of repetition for the rest of my natural life, but that story makes the cut (snicker).

I wear #1, the Griptillian Tanto (w/ a combo edge), just about every day now. Good action on those Benchmades. #8, the Utili-key, is on my keychain too. So I suppose that means that everywhere I go, I have not one but two knives on my person. It should also be pointed out that I’ve never cleaned a fish or done anything particularly macho with my blades… It’s usually cutting stray strings or those motherfucking blister packs.

By the way, the hunting supply store was so big that it had it’s own food court… not a cafeteria, a food COURT.

Coming Soon – “You Can Never Have Enough… FLASHLIGHTS”!

 

By the way, I like knowing the code…  it makes me feel like a total hakxzorz, if only for a moment.  But can someone tell me exactly what do actually DO with this string of characters in order to decrypt?  Would it help if I actually owned an HD DVD player?

I heart Frank Zappa.  The guy names his entreprenurial operation “Intercontinental Absurdities”…  I go to a little sushi joint about 50 feet away quite often – that’s about as close as I can get to Frank nowadays, his offices…  Oh, ICA, won’t you hire me?

Stella enjoys a Coke - photo taken with, and directly uploaded from, multiJay’s Treo 650, because I can.

I miss the cassette.  I took great care to hit unpause/record while dropping down a stylus to create many a tight mix on a Maxell.  In retrospect, it lead right into the way my iPod shuffles around today.   My automobile still has a cassette player in the dash.  99.5% of the time it’s used for the iPod adapter, but once a year or so, I’ll dig through the closet and find a tape from 1987 and use the deck for what it was originally intended to do – just to keep that blood flow going and to remind the Sony head unit of it’s original intention.  The music usually sounds dated, but I am brought willingly back to my thoughts and preferences from 20 years ago.  It’s like an audio-diary, complete with a cheesy “Dear Jay,” intro.  In my teens, I didn’t keep a diary and I damn sure didn’t write much. 

Pictures are different.  You pose.  You’re ready for them.  They only capture a single moment.  90 minutes worth of music could take several days to document, never mind finding and creating a cover insert…  In the land of “Web 2.0″, I’ll hereby consider cassettes an ”audio retro-blog”.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BEFORE / AFTER

1. Precious family photo is feared lost in house fire.  Sadness.

2. 2nd copy of “lost” photo is discovered safe and sound across country.  Elation.

3. Family dog eats said found photo.  Severe grief.

4. Mangled photo undergoes extensive “scan/upload/Photoshop/download” process.  Joy.

 

 

Jim Hughen, Ellen Hughen, Fran Edge, Walker Hughen, Sally Hughen, Matt Hughen & Jay Hughen - circa 1966-71.  From Niagra Falls, Washington DC & Montreal.  Don’t miss the O.G. Redskins baby!

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