www.anewlifeforyou.etsy.com
we'll see how this goes.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
grab yr krishna beads.
Burning Fight/Nineties Hardcore book release show
@Metro
May 2&3, 2009:
Unbroken (pissing)
Disembodied
Trial
Mouthpiece (my)
108
Underdog
Guilt
Killingtime (pants)
Damnation AD
Ringworm
Threadbare
Split Lip
Reach The Sky
Bane
Betrayed
Blacklisted
Have Heart
Soul Control
The Killer
Convicted
Harms Way
Thought Crusade
@Metro
May 2&3, 2009:
Unbroken (pissing)
Disembodied
Trial
Mouthpiece (my)
108
Underdog
Guilt
Killingtime (pants)
Damnation AD
Ringworm
Threadbare
Split Lip
Reach The Sky
Bane
Betrayed
Blacklisted
Have Heart
Soul Control
The Killer
Convicted
Harms Way
Thought Crusade
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
"i mean, god"
come on, cut the zombies some slack. they're dead:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKuIgTCWLRc
i love love love the actual video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0grIOHy9tk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKuIgTCWLRc
i love love love the actual video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0grIOHy9tk
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
moon fed
whenever she felt lost in the endless deserts of insomnia she would take up the labyrinthian thread of her life again from the beginning to see if she could find at what moment the paths had become confused.
tonight she remembered the moon-baths, as if this had marked the beginning of her life instead of the parents, school, birthplace. as if they had determined the course of her life rather than inheritance or imitation of the parents. in the moon-baths perhaps, lay the secret motivation of her acts.
at sixteen sabina took moon-baths, first of all because everyone else took sun-baths, and second, she admitted, because she had been told it was dangerous. the effect of moon-baths was unknown, but it was intimated that it might be the opposite of the sun's effect.
the first time she exposed herself she was frightened. what would the consequences be? there were many taboos against gazing at the moon, many old legends about the evil effects of falling asleep in moonlight. she knew that the insane found the full moon acutely disturbing, that some of them regressed to animal habits of howling at the moon. she knew that in astrology the moon ruled the night life of the unconscious, invisible to consciousness.
but then she had always preferred the night to the day.
moonlight fell directly over her bed in the summer. she lay naked in it for hours before falling asleep, wondering what its rays would do to her skin, her hair, her eyes, and then deeper, to her feelings.
by this ritual it seemed to her that her skin acquired a different glow, a night glow, and artificial luminousness which showed it's fullest effulgence only at night, in artificial light. people noticed it and asked her what was happening. some suggested she was using drugs.
it accentuated her love of mystery. she meditated on this planet which kept a half of itself in darkness. she felt related to it because it was the planet of lovers. her attraction for it, her desire to bathe in its rays, explained her repulsion for home, husband and children. she began to imagine she knew the life which took place on the moon. homeless, childless, free lovers, not even tied to eachother.
the moon-baths crystallized many of sabina's desires and orientations. up to that moment she had only experienced a simple rebellion against the lives which surrounded her, but now she began to see the forms and colors of others lives, realms much deeper and stranger and remote to be discovered, and that her denial of ordinary life had a purpose: to send her off like a rocket into other forms of existence. rebellion was merely the electric friction accumulating a charge of power that would launch her into space.
she understood why it angered her when people spoke of life as One life. she became certain of myriad lives within herself. her sense of time altered. she felt acutely and with grief, the shortness of life's physical span. death was terrifyingly near, and the journey towards it, vertiginous; but only when she considered the lives around her, accepting their time tables, clocks, measurements. everything they did constricted time. they spoke of one birth, one childhood, one adolescence, one romance, one marriage, one maturity, one aging, one death, and then transmitted the monotonous cycle to their children. but sabina, activated by the moon-rays, felt germinating in her the power to extend time in the ramifications of a myriad lives and loves, to expand the journey to infinity, taking immense and luxurious detours as the courtesan depositor of multiple desires. the seeds of many lives, places, of many women in herself were fecundated by the moon-rays because they came from that limitless night life which we usually perceive only in our dreams, containing roots reaching for all the magnificences of the past, transmitting the rich sediments into the present, projecting them into the future.
in watching the moon she acquired the certainty of the expansion of time by depth of emotion, range and infinite multiplicity of experience.
it was this flame which began to burn in her, in her eyes and skin, like a secret fever, and her mother looked at her in anger and said: "you look like a consumptive." the flame of accelerated living by fever glowed in her and drew people to her as the lights of night life drew passersby out of the darkness of empty streets.
when she did finally fall asleep it was the restless sleep of the night watchman continuously aware of danger and of the treacheries of time seeking to cheat her by permitting clocks to strike the passing hours when she was not awake to grasp their contents.
matt has been warned that he might find me sleeping on the floor beneath the window. been doing it since i was a kid, though i've never been so able to put my finger on "why?". ms. nin gave me an answer, as nature didn't tell me, as nature has no time for questions and actually finds them disrespectful.
tonight she remembered the moon-baths, as if this had marked the beginning of her life instead of the parents, school, birthplace. as if they had determined the course of her life rather than inheritance or imitation of the parents. in the moon-baths perhaps, lay the secret motivation of her acts.
at sixteen sabina took moon-baths, first of all because everyone else took sun-baths, and second, she admitted, because she had been told it was dangerous. the effect of moon-baths was unknown, but it was intimated that it might be the opposite of the sun's effect.
the first time she exposed herself she was frightened. what would the consequences be? there were many taboos against gazing at the moon, many old legends about the evil effects of falling asleep in moonlight. she knew that the insane found the full moon acutely disturbing, that some of them regressed to animal habits of howling at the moon. she knew that in astrology the moon ruled the night life of the unconscious, invisible to consciousness.
but then she had always preferred the night to the day.
moonlight fell directly over her bed in the summer. she lay naked in it for hours before falling asleep, wondering what its rays would do to her skin, her hair, her eyes, and then deeper, to her feelings.
by this ritual it seemed to her that her skin acquired a different glow, a night glow, and artificial luminousness which showed it's fullest effulgence only at night, in artificial light. people noticed it and asked her what was happening. some suggested she was using drugs.
it accentuated her love of mystery. she meditated on this planet which kept a half of itself in darkness. she felt related to it because it was the planet of lovers. her attraction for it, her desire to bathe in its rays, explained her repulsion for home, husband and children. she began to imagine she knew the life which took place on the moon. homeless, childless, free lovers, not even tied to eachother.
the moon-baths crystallized many of sabina's desires and orientations. up to that moment she had only experienced a simple rebellion against the lives which surrounded her, but now she began to see the forms and colors of others lives, realms much deeper and stranger and remote to be discovered, and that her denial of ordinary life had a purpose: to send her off like a rocket into other forms of existence. rebellion was merely the electric friction accumulating a charge of power that would launch her into space.
she understood why it angered her when people spoke of life as One life. she became certain of myriad lives within herself. her sense of time altered. she felt acutely and with grief, the shortness of life's physical span. death was terrifyingly near, and the journey towards it, vertiginous; but only when she considered the lives around her, accepting their time tables, clocks, measurements. everything they did constricted time. they spoke of one birth, one childhood, one adolescence, one romance, one marriage, one maturity, one aging, one death, and then transmitted the monotonous cycle to their children. but sabina, activated by the moon-rays, felt germinating in her the power to extend time in the ramifications of a myriad lives and loves, to expand the journey to infinity, taking immense and luxurious detours as the courtesan depositor of multiple desires. the seeds of many lives, places, of many women in herself were fecundated by the moon-rays because they came from that limitless night life which we usually perceive only in our dreams, containing roots reaching for all the magnificences of the past, transmitting the rich sediments into the present, projecting them into the future.
in watching the moon she acquired the certainty of the expansion of time by depth of emotion, range and infinite multiplicity of experience.
it was this flame which began to burn in her, in her eyes and skin, like a secret fever, and her mother looked at her in anger and said: "you look like a consumptive." the flame of accelerated living by fever glowed in her and drew people to her as the lights of night life drew passersby out of the darkness of empty streets.
when she did finally fall asleep it was the restless sleep of the night watchman continuously aware of danger and of the treacheries of time seeking to cheat her by permitting clocks to strike the passing hours when she was not awake to grasp their contents.
matt has been warned that he might find me sleeping on the floor beneath the window. been doing it since i was a kid, though i've never been so able to put my finger on "why?". ms. nin gave me an answer, as nature didn't tell me, as nature has no time for questions and actually finds them disrespectful.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
******
so the main event for taylor's 30th birthday was a vacation to the mojave desert/joshua tree, ca area. a bunch of us flew out to LA, then drove about 2.5 hours out to a rental house in the middle of nowhere. tay and phebes met me at brian and stacie's and off we went, playing Ritual de lo Habitual on repeat the entire weekend.
frequent road trips have made us comfortable with the big brotherishness of GPS now.
had lunch at Flore in LA. very recommended. organic vegan plates and a sweet deli inside. maybe one of the best lunches i've had.
this is what we saw for a long, long time from the car.
HUGE strips of windmills.
and we arrived, and took in our surroundings. VW bus becomes integral in later days.
golden rule.
went to the grocery for supplies, and got sidetracked.
got sidetracked by the most worth it supermarket time waster claw machine.
18 lbs. of avocados.
lots of this on the way back.
front porch & fire pit.
lots of this.
my lady.
b. foote, taylor, me.
phebes was in full spirit mu mu mode, mimosa in hand.
stacie!
phebes and taylor in the pool.
this could probably sum up the whole experience.
the moon at my feet, falling asleep.
next day.
i was really hoping taylor would get a nasty sunburn on her face so that even after the face paint wore off, the Adam Anting could be semi-permanent.
the afternoon was spent shooting for (native) American Apparel.
kime didn't bring a bikini that i know of but she brought a clown nose.
yasmine and taylor (and probably stevie nicks in the air).
sunset coming through the sunset.
then we took a big group adventure walk to break and destroy.
yasmine, our guide, and her shepard's staff hanger.
piles of broken glass behind taylor, from taylor in destructo mode.
trying to joust a VW bus.
mounting a VW bus.
trying to flip a VW bus.
no luck.
so we ended things with a trip to Pioneertown and lo and behold....
CRACKER is playing. many laughs at the expense of others found here.
******insert jane's addiction reference here.
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