November 2009
15 posts
All You See Is...
October 2009
1 post
Dr. Dre as a child, in an interview when asked, “Do you have a gurl?”
September 2009
14 posts
It’s slightly entertaining going through the events that have taken place throughout my week and predicting which ones I will ramble on about when I am drunk
i hate everything and avoid everything this week. this is my prediction. don’t leave me a voicemail i won’t listen. i wish i could project this message to my therapist. when will i ever learn time management. it’s not even like i procrastinate so much as i have SO MUCH FUCKING SHIT to do. can i just quit school for 2 weeks. and get drunk. this is going to be a drunk winter.
Dually last night was a testament to my assumption that to gain cred in the art world it is completely acceptable and probably behooves you to sleep with a slimy grimey nasty ass motherfuckr or something to that degree. gross not me
Do not fuck with me lest you wish to beckon my implacable wrath
Is it still okay to be goth
this past weekend
was made of mushrooms and cans of watered down beer. i only took part in the latter.
it was strange, and it was alright. we found a guy passed out on the stoop with blood on his legs, he didn’t move. a spare tire was situated next to him. claudia and i carried him onto the staircase and we identified who he was. jose called the cops in a state of (collective) impulse, then “cancelled...
i miss los angeles every day. who would have thunk it? never thought i was the type who would like L.A. because of the superficial vibe that permeates the hills. however, i basically negated all the perceptions i had once had of it. it’s not that. it’s mexican labor workers, it’s watermelon trucks and old women selling hand woven hats, it’s street blocks that don’t...
August 2009
8 posts
sometimes i write
if you were still here i’d invite you to my home
and i would lay rulers on my stoop instead of doormats
to measure the veracity of your steps
in fact i might have to back track
because the words would fall out of your mouth with such imprudence
like a snail inching across a razor blade unharmed
and we might sit eye to eye
no amount of blood could be spilled outward
it was...
“a toast, tonight wedrink to numbers, a set of graphs tables and formulas that...”
“It’s not the fact that you’re white; you just need a hobby.”
– Jose Garcia
quick mental note of films watched this week:
gigantic
the visitor
sherman’s way
penelope
July 2009
11 posts
continue to hit and miss. i lost my wallet last night, belligerently drunk. in an effort to find it i repeatedly kept calling it. by calling it i actually mean i kept dialing my own cellphone number with said cellphone in an effort to find it. yeah, i don’t know, either. i tried my hand at making mixed drinks behind a bar at this condo party.
we headed back to marz’s because her...
this lamb
i gave in and made this. hopefully it will function as some type of key point for me to archive what i find and what i like. i’m not one of those people who posts ~artistically inspiriational~ photos but i want to post about shit that catches my eye.
i’ve been listening to a lot of prefuse 73 today and i came across his blog. he produced an ep for this L.A. female duo called...