Deadbear's Day February 19 6:30am- 2:10pm

"Changing tires In the hood day"

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Sunday, February 20, 2000 4:39 AM

It's hard to decide which was worse the rain or the neighborhood. I was driving down Pryor street and noticed the crane I saw yesterday was gone, not really caring much I proceeded forth and ran into the biggest pothole of my life! apparently the crane yesterday had damaged the road to the point of leaving giant, triangular shaped potholes. These holes were sharp on the edges, having been created from the massive baffles on the crane forcing down into the asphalt, under this kind of weight pavement is easily cut. Immediately after hitting the hole at about 25mph I recovered control of my vehicle and that's when I noticed the sound, a kind of dragging "something's not right here skipper" kind of sound. A flat tire! Lets see its 6:18am, raining, and I am in south west Atlanta. Not the most pleasant circumstances for a nice Saturday morning, so realizing my situation I shot down an alley as quickly as possible in order to get the weight off of my rim before it bent and really put me in a predicament. So it was only fitting that the alley I chose was actually a strange underworld, a underground network of buildings of sorts that was very dark and full of urban outdoorsman. I dropped my spare tire and changed it with a nascar quickness, out of fear alone I managed to fling that thing up in only 10 minutes.

After the tire change I returned to the scene of the pothole and decided to photograph it extensively so I could make a claim with the city or contractor who left the road in such disrepair. I observed several other cars hitting the pothole, but with the luxury of daylight they were able to adjust their speeds appropriately, and no harm was done.

I continued on my way and went through a few side streets I usually do not take, and came upon some really good Graffiti. Most graffiti downtown is from kids called taggers, they basically run around with some default signature in mind and paint it in hard to reach or humorous places to gain notoriety I guess. This graffiti however was one of the rare cases where I actually consider it to be artistic and creative, this was no careless tagger or gang gibberish but well thought out and executed paintings. They were still signature based but the 3d effects and texturing was perfect, most of the geometry was sound also, probably my favorite was the touching tribute to Willie b.

Willie B.was one of the most beloved and famous animals in the nation, he passed away as he slept last Wednesday afternoon in his home at the Ford African Rain Forest exhibit. He was 41 years old. Willie B. had been off exhibit in the care of the zoo's veterinary staff, consulting physicians and keepers after being diagnosed with cardiomyopathy, a serious heart condition which reduces the ability of the heart to contract strongly enough. At 41, Willie B. was one of the oldest gorillas in captivity and the oldest captive male in the United States to be producing offspring. He fathered five gorilla babies at Zoo Atlanta over the past six years: Kudzoo, Olympia, Sukari, Kidogo, and Lulu. Kidogo (Willie B., Jr.) inherits Willie B.'s role as the dominant silverback

Later that afternoon I made it out to another massive project in the works the sky cleared up and a beautiful day began.......

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