SXSW notes:
Go see these guys.
Saints (or maybe sinners):
SOS demo.
SXSW intro:
I was headed out-of-town and in the one coffee shop I stopped at, there was a gaggle of (people) discussing things. Sounded especially foreign, or, at least, non-local.
I looked at the guy making espresso, “SXSW crowds yet?”
“No, not yet, but there’s a hint, like, I haven’t seen, but there’s an aroma. More like a smell.”
Yeah, he’s a Scorpio.
Some days:
A single picture speaks volumes:
