1. natural light in my bathroom.
2. The Big Pink and the boob party that is their album art.
3. the opposite of festering, whatever that would be called.
4. Merz Apothacary/cheap red clay
5. the day isn't over yet
Saturday, October 31, 2009
the bad dreams
"seems we both build up these fantasies of our desires in our heads and try to manifest them in other people all the while disregarding the true reality of the relationships we involve ourselves in."
-my best ex
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
oversaturated, overstimulated, words are hard today.
broad.cast.
13 years, still evolving and even more engaging. i won't have grandchildren so i can't tell them about this band when i'm old but whatever the equivalent of your grandchildren would be, they will hear about them over and over and over and over...
and one measley, bad picture of All the Saints, opening for A Place to Bury Strangers. (ATS>APTBS in this round, more on that, probably at the year end wrap up b/c the APTBS record has been played to and from work every day for the past 2 weeks meaning i like it a whole lot).
13 years, still evolving and even more engaging. i won't have grandchildren so i can't tell them about this band when i'm old but whatever the equivalent of your grandchildren would be, they will hear about them over and over and over and over...
and one measley, bad picture of All the Saints, opening for A Place to Bury Strangers. (ATS>APTBS in this round, more on that, probably at the year end wrap up b/c the APTBS record has been played to and from work every day for the past 2 weeks meaning i like it a whole lot).
crunch time
lovely morning spent in the trenches:
ready to be put together:
bouquet of sorts:
trying to put together so many projects before the holiday season fully hits. and let's see how consignment will work? stay tuned.
***photos of finished products soon***
ready to be put together:
bouquet of sorts:
trying to put together so many projects before the holiday season fully hits. and let's see how consignment will work? stay tuned.
***photos of finished products soon***
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
cosmic clipboard: October
GAVE ME SOME THINGS TO THINK ABOUT; NOTHING MORE, NOTHING LESS:
The average middle class person alive today has more goodies than the kings and queens of times past. In fact, even during this time of economic retrenchment, most of us have a higher standard of living than 99 percent of all the humans who've ever walked the planet. In pointing this out, I don't mean to discount the suffering of those who've lost their jobs and homes. But I think it's helpful to keep our collective deprivations in perspective. Similarly, I like to remember that no matter how much our personal trials may test us, they are more bearable than, say, the tribulations of the generation that lived through the Great Depression and World War II. Keep this in mind, Sagittarius. As you wander in the limbo between the end of one chapter of your life story and the beginning of the next chapter, it'll really help to stay conscious of how blessed you are. Halloween costume suggestion: a saint tending to the needs of the dispossessed and underprivileged.
"Jazz music is an intensified feeling of nonchalance,” said playwright Francoise Sagan. Keep that in mind during the coming week, Sagittarius. Whether or not you actually play or listen to jazz, do whatever's necessary to cultivate intensified feelings of nonchalance. It's extremely urgent for you to be blithe and casual. You desperately need to practice non-attachment as you develop your ability to not care so much about things you can't control. You've got to be ferociously disciplined as you transcend the worries and irritations that won't really matter much in the big scheme of things.
In 1968, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn finished his book The Gulag Archipelago, a scorching indictment of the oppression that he and his countrymen suffered under the totalitarian regime of the Soviet Union. Banned for years, it was never formally published in his home country until 1989. Even after that, the new Russian government tried to control the teaching of history by suppressing texts like Solzhenitsyn's. This year, all that changed. The Gulag Archipelago became required reading in Russian high schools. At last, the truth is officially available. (Maybe one day the equivalent will happen in the U.S., with alternate histories by Howard Zinn and Noam Chomsky and James Loewen finding their way into the curriculum.) I celebrate this breakthrough as a symbol of the events that are about to unfold in your personal life: the long-lost truth finally revealed
The coming week will have something to offend and agitate everyone -- except you. Whines and moans and yelps will ring out across the land, even as you're emanating poise and aplomb. You may be tempted to brazenly exploit everyone's vulnerability and seize control of your corner of the world, but I think that would be shortsighted of you. A better strategy for capitalizing on your advantage would be to dole out large doses of mercy, making sure that the people who will be important to your future don't lose their way.
The average middle class person alive today has more goodies than the kings and queens of times past. In fact, even during this time of economic retrenchment, most of us have a higher standard of living than 99 percent of all the humans who've ever walked the planet. In pointing this out, I don't mean to discount the suffering of those who've lost their jobs and homes. But I think it's helpful to keep our collective deprivations in perspective. Similarly, I like to remember that no matter how much our personal trials may test us, they are more bearable than, say, the tribulations of the generation that lived through the Great Depression and World War II. Keep this in mind, Sagittarius. As you wander in the limbo between the end of one chapter of your life story and the beginning of the next chapter, it'll really help to stay conscious of how blessed you are. Halloween costume suggestion: a saint tending to the needs of the dispossessed and underprivileged.
"Jazz music is an intensified feeling of nonchalance,” said playwright Francoise Sagan. Keep that in mind during the coming week, Sagittarius. Whether or not you actually play or listen to jazz, do whatever's necessary to cultivate intensified feelings of nonchalance. It's extremely urgent for you to be blithe and casual. You desperately need to practice non-attachment as you develop your ability to not care so much about things you can't control. You've got to be ferociously disciplined as you transcend the worries and irritations that won't really matter much in the big scheme of things.
In 1968, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn finished his book The Gulag Archipelago, a scorching indictment of the oppression that he and his countrymen suffered under the totalitarian regime of the Soviet Union. Banned for years, it was never formally published in his home country until 1989. Even after that, the new Russian government tried to control the teaching of history by suppressing texts like Solzhenitsyn's. This year, all that changed. The Gulag Archipelago became required reading in Russian high schools. At last, the truth is officially available. (Maybe one day the equivalent will happen in the U.S., with alternate histories by Howard Zinn and Noam Chomsky and James Loewen finding their way into the curriculum.) I celebrate this breakthrough as a symbol of the events that are about to unfold in your personal life: the long-lost truth finally revealed
The coming week will have something to offend and agitate everyone -- except you. Whines and moans and yelps will ring out across the land, even as you're emanating poise and aplomb. You may be tempted to brazenly exploit everyone's vulnerability and seize control of your corner of the world, but I think that would be shortsighted of you. A better strategy for capitalizing on your advantage would be to dole out large doses of mercy, making sure that the people who will be important to your future don't lose their way.
Friday, October 16, 2009
he shoulda/woulda killed me
october 5, 2006
given Kozelek's "no cameras please" stance i don't know how in the hell he didn't kick me in the face. my face that was planted in my fists, held up from the elbows, elbows rested upon the stage, right there in front of him. had a recent conversation about his distaste for documentation of his shows and remembered i had all of these. what REALLY set him off was a pair of slinky black underwear that were launched at him mid-set from a feral young lady fan. he had to stop, too shaken up, because he thought a bat was flying at him. as a result, did not want to board the bone train with that lady AT ALL.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
strip-appropriate songs.
have never done so myself (professionaly), but if i did...
("the polaroids ignite upon seeing their subject"...love that line. love the idea of anything set ablaze from excitement, etc.)
a modern, subdued version of the original. still a panty dropper:
for reference, the original:
also makes me want to drive down chicago streets in the middle of the night with the alternating glare/darkness/glare/darkness of plotted steet lights passing through the windshield. possibly makes me want to actually commit to smoking. gross.
("the polaroids ignite upon seeing their subject"...love that line. love the idea of anything set ablaze from excitement, etc.)
a modern, subdued version of the original. still a panty dropper:
for reference, the original:
also makes me want to drive down chicago streets in the middle of the night with the alternating glare/darkness/glare/darkness of plotted steet lights passing through the windshield. possibly makes me want to actually commit to smoking. gross.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
06 october 09: osterman beach, torrents, penpals
planes lined up to land at o'hare:
impossible to not walk myself to death tonight. too perfect.
hopefully by the end of the night i'll have mastered torrents and can actually listen to Deathprod instead of listening to my computer reject the files with a "ding".
having a consistent, physical, taste the paste and don't paper cut your tongue pen pal is proving to act as free therapy. i especially like that his typewriter punches out the o's through the paper entirely. some snap it must have. i think i can hear it.
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