Us: bottles and beakers for brains.
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- Russless
- I enjoy one-on-one conversations, but if you don't keep up I will either give you too much information, or stare into space.
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- Super heroes saved the partyTwo years ago I was bu...
- The camera conundrumAll year we’ve been standing i...
- Cherry deathAround this time of year all the cherr...
- Mountains and money treesThere is a new superstiti...
- Art and commerceThe best art in my city sits outsi...
- Street Art Hongdae: Day 4, Nothing but simulacrumD...
- From outside I was able to have a better look at m...
- Teaching Talking from russ martin on Vimeo.A littl...
- Seven day half-life, blossoms and other drugsFor f...
- “It’s my motto for life. ‘Walk slowly; drink lots ...
- Nanta!A few months ago we paid a visit to the Nant...
- Us: bottles and beakers for brains.
- Nation gamesFor all its usage as an adage, America...
- High school hellThe students at Bugil Academy may ...
- Sleeping snow white flowersWe live in a neighborho...
- Street art Hongdae: Day 3, Text messagesThe easies...
- On a SundayWe were promised a western breakfast. F...
- All work, no playWhen I showed up for the work ret...
- The hikeWe were only ten minutes in before we’d lo...
- Buddha sitting prettyAt the base of the mountain, ...
- Hitting sticks and thumb warsAs an Asian-taught pr...
- The Cheonan storyThe streets of Cheonan are hard a...
- Black and whites portraits, 1900’sYousuf Karsh at ...
- Street Art Hongdae: Day 2, NintendoSometimes you r...
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