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spring cleaning

okay, so its not quite spring, and they weren't exactly cleaning the house so much as tearing out the old ceilings, but they did appear to be working very hard. saturday afternoon, lang and charity, coerced, er convinced, a handful of friends to come over for a workday at their new house. little did they know they'd be wearing goggles and respirators, and look more like coal miners than window cleaners by the end of the day. isaac lays a big, wet kiss on lang's cheek in this photo -- i love the black mark on lang's teeth. (what is that? asbestos? coal dust?)

aside from the adventures-in-demolition (which i merely photographed), it was a fairly laid-back weekend. mesh and i wrapped another story for pulse, which (fingers crossed) may be our first cover piece. look for it on wednesday. oh, and tim and ari made it up last night for an ensemble-party at kiko's house, celebrating ryan dixon's, grace alexander's and my birthday, along with a 'bon-voyage' to ben horner (he's going to l'abri).