At the University of Pennsylvania, which Ben Franklin started, there’s a large sculpture of him sitting on a bench. Usually, drunks sit on his lap for photo ops. By drunks, I mean tourists. I heard a rumor that visiting sports teams piss on this sculpture before every game with UPenn teams. I guess it’s some kind of psychological warfare. I can’t wait until all those pissing Princeton jocks get older and take over their fathers’ seats in our government.
Found on Google. My favorite? The last one, with the uneven eyes. Winner!
Found a video of Herman Dune’s from a friend, and became really interested in learning more about his life, loves, interests, general disposition and the like. I found a lot of things online, but nothing about whether he prefers tea or coffee (probably coffee). That’s all I ever care about.
Oh, why not one more. I feel like I’m watching Paul Simon, if he was multiplied 100x by Jewish. 100xJewish. I hear it’s a lucky number.
Lots and lots and lots* of Drawings! (*not that many)
I don’t know. As it’s getting later and later in the night, and I’ve been awake for almost 24 hours (21, actually), I’m pretty sure I’m entering the going crazy zone. I blame it on the sip of a frapuccino I had earlier today, and also on my absolute terror due to an upcoming show. I’m too scared of failure to sleep. I’m sure everyone knows what that’s like.
Here’s another terrifying image.
I am kind of addicted to this, even though I only heard/saw it once. I’ll get over it. In the meantime, enjoy. I keep thinking I’ll mention Ariel Pink to my L.A. friends, and they’ll all tell me they’re best friends with Ariel Pink. They go shopping with Ariel Pink, they get their hair did with Ariel Pink, they get bar mitzvahed with Ariel Pink. That’s my hope.
By the way, I wrote this without looking him up. Now that I know his real name is Ariel Marcus Rosenberg, the bar mitzvah comment seems either more or less funny. I’m going to go with “more”, because it’s late and I’m exhausted.