Tuesday, May 25, 2010

tuesday mornings.

.one braid one mess one blog ,

whats a wolf without a pack +

. ssarloos wolfdog. want. .

Monday, May 24, 2010

thguoht rof doof

. my morning hair is so epic
. I've been having weird revelations ever since i've let this compass be the brain of me
. I need to keep shredding
. I'm re-reading "She" by Saul Williams. He has changed my life in and is a staple in my literature world.
. If you haven't eaten the Cheese 'N Pepper focaccia bread from Witches Brew, your taste buds are missing out!
. everything reminds me of my father lately
. Melissa takes too long of showers
. Kat beats up her feet and read my horoscope to me everyday on her lunch break
. he was Korean not Chinese
. I've been ordering straight up guacamole in pint sizes and eating them like so.
. I think the owner thinks I’m a sick fuck.
. I haven't decided if the Chinese band Pony tail is a mess of sounds or actual good weirdo music.
. I need to tone down my asshole-ness humor to first comers, they mistake me as an actual asshole that i am.....not?
. bet is 20 dollars that if you see me after 9:00 on a Monday night, I am in tube socks and addias sandals
. i have one thyroid and one feeling
. Summer begins for me june 2nd at 2:45
. Do they close at 10:00, 10:30 or 11:00 is an every night conversation
. AIM is so stupid
. if there are marshmallows in my drink, I'm counting them
. joe-lee is my best reader
. kristofferson is my best fan
. I drive like an idiot when I have a passenger because im Nervous
. Kat and I are the BEST interruptive dancers out there, hire us
. i hate the sound of my clocks alarm going off when i'm awake rather than it waking me up
. when people stop the microwave at 2:23 and leave it....it flips me the fuck out
. my brain NEVER stops cycling
. i haven't watched TV in months
. I make myself laugh the hardest when I'm alone
. my morning drives are action packed because I get bored in my car solo
. it it really a real thing when people say "word da mother"
. which makes me think why is it called a Daddy Long Legs? why not Mother?
:: ^ that was a weird train thought ::
. my new sandals are great. they are both hippie/vintage
. Kat and Melissa will break down the science of me and my starbuck in the following ways:
If they don't want me to be tired they will juice me up with a Black sweetened iced tea or a Vanilla Chi Late. If they know want me mellow they will get me a Vanilla Ribose Tea. If were chillen it's an Ice Green Tea Sweetened, and if they realllllly want me bonkers it's Melissa's roofied Bold Coffee with 6 sugars and a heart attack within the same hour. That is their thought process on how I drink. Or if they want me cocked it's gin and tonics!.
. i talk through lyrics
. Kat and I also should not be allowed to sit in the back seat together...we go nuts!
. I need more space

are you cussin me? the cuss i am!

Boggis and Bunce and Bean
One fat, one short, one lean
These horrible crooks
So different in looks
Were none the less equally mean.

+ I just watched Fantastic Mr. Fox again and I turly love this movie.
Wes Anderson, i'm bowing to you.
I suggest you nozzle yourself in bed and discover!

+ please bring back stop animation.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

digital dilemma

I don't know what to call the Subject.

Katherine Connolly to me
show details 1:02 PM (6 minutes ago)

So I experienced a strange series of electronic events recently, and it changed my life.

About a month ago, my computer crashed. Upon booting up, I'd get The Black Screen of Death and then it would shut off. But lucky for me, I had a Blackberry! I'd be able to stay connected and keep up without my computer, and could put off spending a lot of money to fix it or get a new one. Perfect.

Except about 2 weeks ago, my Blackberry broke. I would charge and charge it, but the charging port was broken and the phone eventually died. Now I had a broken phone and a broken computer. Aside from being freakishly disconnected from the world, how was I going to get anything done online with no line to be on? I had friends to see, I had bills to pay!

This is terrible. This is unacceptable. This is treason!

Okay. Calm down, spoiled brat. Maybe this isn't so bad. Maybe this is an opportunity to become more like the Amish, or adopt some Buddhist/Minimalist traditions in life. This could be a good thing! I grew up before the Age of Instant Technology and I came out fine, I could surely do it again. Besides, if people wanted to get in touch with me, a little digital dilemma shouldn't stop them.

I'd memorize phone numbers and appointments again. I'd spend less time checking inane status updates on Facebook. I'd be forced to do something else with myself in totally awkward situations besides pretending I was very interested in text messaging. I'd spend more time doing productive things, like reading all the books I never finish. I'd help the environment. I'd reduce the level of cell phone radiation. I'd be one less annoying person in the world of constant-phone-checkers. I'd support one less major corporation. I'd save money! I would travel with all the money I saved. I would do everything the old school way. I would make a statement, start a revolution! I would even make friends and get dates the old school way, by initiating conversation with complete strangers!


With a broken computer and a broken phone, I decided I had to make some moves immediately. So I went to Verizon and was able to get a free replacement. I got a brand new... no, scratch that... refurbished phone and was once again blessed by the God of Electronics.

With all the good luck I was having I figured I would try to turn my computer on. So I did, and sure enough, it booted up! I was then able to fix it so it wasn't totally dead, only sporadically dead. (I'm halfway to nerdhood, but not quite there yet.) I decided if I never turn it off, it will never NOT be able to turn on again. So far, so good.

Now I had a working phone and computer again, and I was in business!

Except the other night, my newly obtained refurbished Blackberry was stolen by a 17 year old kid named Hector. It turns out I am quite the DIY Detective when it comes to finding thieves. Apparently, I'm also good at coercing mini-thug highschoolers into giving me information about the jerk who stole my phone. Needless to say, I never got my phone back because Hector is one wily son of a gun. But not so smart. I'm still on it.

Anyway, now I am back to using my old, totally outdated phone from a few years ago. You know, the Original Flip Phone that's about 2 inches thick with a 1 inch screen where you can actually see each of the 1 millimeter sized pixels and have to apply some sort of science to come up with the correct words while typing? Yep, that's the one!

But it's all good. I am slowly adapting while becoming more supportive of this process of disconnection from the digital world. I have also accepted that I break things. I break things and lose things all the time. And I suppose I've also come to the conclusion that I'm a total accident-prone person. Or that my life is sometimes like a 24/7 trainwreck waiting to happen.

No, I know what it is. It's more like I'm a magnet for involuntary object destruction. My phones break, my computers break, my iPods break, my cameras break, my glasses break... I even got into 3 recent car accidents in the course of approximately 6 months, each progressively worse than the last, and none were my fault!

So I just have one question. Are you good with your hands?

- a short story by Kat, that I know all too well.
welcome her.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

surprise +

I love Katherine kayak kannoli kake & Melissa glow stickin' Agost.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

new times.

. Village Drunks .

. Brooklyn Nights, Brooklyn Lights .
. Liba x Aries .
. Minor Detours with Pj & Steve .
. Bathroom Babble .
. a good time .
                                                                   . Happy Birthday Pj .
                                                                      . I adore this .
                                                               . Kat v.s. Home Alone .
                                                                . I'm blaming Steve .
. He came to the darkside .
. Failed attempts by Steve .
. Abusing the use of Steve's Flavored Toothpicks .
. Want .
. Melissa is not impressed .
                                                               . a smile in disguise! .

The Doors of Perception


Tonight PBS aired the new Doors movie "When You're Strange." Impressed. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Jim, to me, is ingenious. Nothing comes remotely close to the movement of this band. The film made me remember why I loved them in the first place and basically re-birthed my outlook of them, their sound, what they stand for, the musical aspect in a whole new light. A way in which I thought I couldn't develop more in depth than I already felt. A lyrical Genius, an intelligent lover, a brilliant artist and a maker of a rather good beard..MMM!


"This much is true, you can't burn out...if you aren't on fire."

Sunday, May 9, 2010

. to wrap my mind around, i could not .

He past is a grotesque animal and in it's eyes you see

How completely wrong you can be

The sun is out it melts the snow that fell yesterday makes you wonder why it


I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met who could appreciate george


Standing at swedish festival discussing the "story of the eye"

It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you

How can I explain I need you here and not here too

I'm flunking out I'm gone I'm just gone but at least I author my own disaster

Performance breakdown and I don't want to hear it

I'm just not available things could be different but they're not

The mousy girl screams violence violence she gets hysterical

Cause they're both so mean and it's my favorite scene

But the cruelty's so predictable it makes you sad on the stage

Though our love project has so much potential but it's like we weren't made for

this world

Though I wouldn't really want to meet someone who was

Do I have to scream in your face?

I've been dodging lamps and vegetables

Throw it all in my face I don't care

Let's just have some fun

Let's tear this shit apart

Let's tear the fucking house apart

Let's tear our fucking bodies apart but let's just have some fun

Somehow you've red rovered the gestapo circling my heart

And nothing can defeat you no death no ugly world

You've lived so brightly you've altered everything

I find myself searching for oldselves

While speeding forward through the plate glass of maturing cells

I've played the unraveler the parhelion

But even Apocalypse is fleeting

There's no death no ugly world

Sometimes I wonder if you're mythologizing me like I do you

We want our film to be beautiful not realistic

Perceive me in the radiance of terror dreams

And you can betray me but teach me something wonderful

Crown my head crowd my head with your lilting effects

Project your fears onto me

I need to view them

See there's nothing to them

I promise you there's nothing to them

I'm so touched by your goodness you make me feel so criminal

How do you keep it together? I'm all all unraveled

But you know no matter where we are

We're always touching by underground wires

I've explored you with the detachment of an analyst

But most nights we've raided the same kingdoms

And none of our secrets are physical now.


this will forever raise the hair on my arms.
this will forever make me get lost within the lyrics.
this is my thought process & every line is better than the last.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Constant Consistency

. a days worth; I learned nothing.
. Lastnight; I learned the most.

Monday, May 3, 2010


Saturday Kat, Melissa & myself went to the grand opening of Shepard Fairy's newest exhibition 'Mayday'.
With a line legit 5+ blocks deep, we patinently waited. At on point, one block rather....Kat leaned over and commented on the 'bling' on this dude, 5 heads away from us. I made a passed a comment, something along the lines of "...like he's Rick Ross the boss or something" The girls ahead of us giggled. As time later went on we then realized.....it was RICK. ROSS. THE. MOTHA. FUCKIN. BOSS. PLAYA!
oh hars.

memories don't live like people do

. OBEY // SOHO .
. My 4 years hard mock's .
. OBEY says ' YOU ARE NOT COOL!' .
                                 . My trashy boots need to be frosted up.... .

. I'm obsessed with Kat's transparent colored legs<3 .
. A drawing of how Kat, Melissa & Myself eat at Curly's .

                           + just a sample of what i've been getting into lately.

. what i'm searching for .

What I'm searching for

to tell it straight, I'm trying to build a wall
Walking by myself
down avenues that reek of time to kill
If you see me keep going
be a pass by waver

Build me up, bring me down
just leave me out you name dropper
Stop trying to catch my eye
I see you good you forced faker
Just make it easy
You're my enemy you fast talker

I can say I hope it will be worth what I give up
If I could stand up mean for the things that I believe

What am I here for
I left my home to disappear is all
I'm here for myself
Not to know you
I don't need no one else

Fit in so good the hope is that you cannot see me later
You don't know me
I am an introvert an excavator
I'm duckin' out for now
a face in dodgy elevators
Creep up and suddenly
I found myself
an innovator

Change, change, change,
I want to get up out of my skin
tell you what
if I can shake it
I'm 'a make this
something worth dreaming of


most accurate for me right now.

"oh and billy joel lives here...."

I often drive late at night with close friends and go looking at houses. It might be one of my favorite things to do. We put on mellow jams, get the buddah rolled tight and shoes off. Almost always Kat will say "billy joel lives here...." and I die laughing beacuse it's everytime we pass his house, she says that. Above is turly my dream home, it's the most perfect thing i've ever seen.

and inspite of the weather we can learn to make it together...

this that 2012 weather.