Halloween.
The best holiday aside from christmas.
Usually I take this time of year very seriously but somehow this go-round I didn't. Well, to make a long story short I have yet to make my costume.
I think this year I'm going to be a piece of 16mm film. I have tomorrow to make it. Wish me luck.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
16, ink and paper.
Recently I have been painting on 16mm with some calligraphy ink. I was working on this piece of white paper (to keep my desk clean) and I was surprised at how beautiful it had become. Accidental art. My favorite.
Key Food
I saw this buying cereal:
I felt bad for the guy who had just bought the "Mediocre Tasting!" box last week.
I felt bad for the guy who had just bought the "Mediocre Tasting!" box last week.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Real fancy, eh?
I wanted "A Journey" to really stand out.
After trying desperately to make an attractive banner in Photoshop, I admitted defeat.
Then I saw a pen and a piece of paper and said "oh hey, I remember those!" and drew a picture. Just like the good old days.
Sometimes keeping it real is the only way to go.
After trying desperately to make an attractive banner in Photoshop, I admitted defeat.
Then I saw a pen and a piece of paper and said "oh hey, I remember those!" and drew a picture. Just like the good old days.
Sometimes keeping it real is the only way to go.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
AAAAHHHHH!
Tonight I was hit with a sudden wave of anxiety.
I realized that the computer literally sucks my emotions out and replaces them with shitty(er) ones.
Whenever I'm online it I constantly check my mail, respond to my mail, check my facebook, check the headlines, check the blog, check other blogs, check youtube subscriptions, check the headlines, check my email, respond to my email on and on and on and ON.
Well: fucking A.
I need to relax from the cyber world. Sit down, drink some chamomile and read a good book.
Night.
I realized that the computer literally sucks my emotions out and replaces them with shitty(er) ones.
Whenever I'm online it I constantly check my mail, respond to my mail, check my facebook, check the headlines, check the blog, check other blogs, check youtube subscriptions, check the headlines, check my email, respond to my email on and on and on and ON.
Well: fucking A.
I need to relax from the cyber world. Sit down, drink some chamomile and read a good book.
Night.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Lets go outing!
In honor of J.K. Rowling's annoncing that the character Dumbledore is gay, authors, writers, and even actors across the world have been inspired to let their creations live open and comfortably.
Here are a few I thought were worth mentioning:
1. Bullit
To many, Steve Mcqueen's character is the paragon of badass copness. To me, he's a fairy.
I mean, lets look at the guys outfit. Creme colored turtle necks? Not to mention he's married to one of the most beautiful women in the world but we never see them do the deed? Comeone. What really sold me was a deleted scene I saw in which Bullit refers to his Mustang as the "olive green ford".
2. Tony the Tiger
The cats got a red stole.
3. Francis Buxton
This one really supprised me, but the more I think about it the more sense it makes. Anyone remember the bathtub fight between Pee Wee and our hero? Well, an easy ten minutes could have been cut out of that. It's almost as if Francis WANTED to grab crotches and tumble underwater intwined in Pee Wee's arms. He also had a very, very good taste in decor.
4. John Mclane
I could not believe my ears when I heard John Mclane was gay. Though it leads to some plot holes (as most of the films are fueled by his love for his wife and children) I'm still proud of him for coming out. Let Mclane remind us that no matter which way you swing, you can always swing via telephone lines over a huge explosion and land barefoot on shards of glass.
5. Klaatu
Aparantly under his suit was a leapord print pair of panties.
6. Willow
Turns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer"'s Willow is gay...wait a minute...
7. Sam
This was the most shocking. All I can say is I'm glad Sam got out of Vichy France when he did. A gay black american surrounded by Nazis? Hey, Sam, can you play "Let's get the fuck out of here"?
Well, I'm happy to live in a world where fictional characters, who's sexuality have little or nothing to do with the plot progressing at all, can live comfortably with who they are.
Here are a few I thought were worth mentioning:
1. Bullit
To many, Steve Mcqueen's character is the paragon of badass copness. To me, he's a fairy.
I mean, lets look at the guys outfit. Creme colored turtle necks? Not to mention he's married to one of the most beautiful women in the world but we never see them do the deed? Comeone. What really sold me was a deleted scene I saw in which Bullit refers to his Mustang as the "olive green ford".
2. Tony the Tiger
The cats got a red stole.
3. Francis Buxton
This one really supprised me, but the more I think about it the more sense it makes. Anyone remember the bathtub fight between Pee Wee and our hero? Well, an easy ten minutes could have been cut out of that. It's almost as if Francis WANTED to grab crotches and tumble underwater intwined in Pee Wee's arms. He also had a very, very good taste in decor.
4. John Mclane
I could not believe my ears when I heard John Mclane was gay. Though it leads to some plot holes (as most of the films are fueled by his love for his wife and children) I'm still proud of him for coming out. Let Mclane remind us that no matter which way you swing, you can always swing via telephone lines over a huge explosion and land barefoot on shards of glass.
5. Klaatu
Aparantly under his suit was a leapord print pair of panties.
6. Willow
Turns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer"'s Willow is gay...wait a minute...
7. Sam
This was the most shocking. All I can say is I'm glad Sam got out of Vichy France when he did. A gay black american surrounded by Nazis? Hey, Sam, can you play "Let's get the fuck out of here"?
Well, I'm happy to live in a world where fictional characters, who's sexuality have little or nothing to do with the plot progressing at all, can live comfortably with who they are.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Having cool shit is so hard sometimes...
Steve Jobs, you have failed me.
I have spent so much money on your stuff in my life and I love you.
But hey, my man: nice job building a Laptop that DOES NOT FUCKING WORK.
This thing turns off whenever the hell it wants. When it decides to stay on I hear it's loud death rattle and it gets so hot that, really, there is no witty way of putting it. It just gets really fucking hot and it shouldnt because it's supposed to be on my lap.
I refuse to go to the "Genius Bar".
The people at the "Genius Bar" can kiss my ass.
The people at "Tekserve" can kiss my Macbook where it hurts and make it feel better. Whatever they have to do...
Apparantly I'm not the only person with this problems.
Hundreds of websites devoted to this computer's terribe performance have sprung up in the past few months. Thousands of people post and read them on the regular.
With numbers of this magnitude, could it be possible that early week Macbooks are defective?
Well, if it is, let's hope Mac has a huge ass recall so I can get a new computer and wipe my ass with this one.
I have spent so much money on your stuff in my life and I love you.
But hey, my man: nice job building a Laptop that DOES NOT FUCKING WORK.
This thing turns off whenever the hell it wants. When it decides to stay on I hear it's loud death rattle and it gets so hot that, really, there is no witty way of putting it. It just gets really fucking hot and it shouldnt because it's supposed to be on my lap.
I refuse to go to the "Genius Bar".
The people at the "Genius Bar" can kiss my ass.
The people at "Tekserve" can kiss my Macbook where it hurts and make it feel better. Whatever they have to do...
Apparantly I'm not the only person with this problems.
Hundreds of websites devoted to this computer's terribe performance have sprung up in the past few months. Thousands of people post and read them on the regular.
With numbers of this magnitude, could it be possible that early week Macbooks are defective?
Well, if it is, let's hope Mac has a huge ass recall so I can get a new computer and wipe my ass with this one.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Happy birthday, Klaus...
Today is Klaus Kinski's birthday.
Had he not died in 91' from a busted ticker and untamable rage, he would be 81.
Him and Werner were on fire for a little while. No one could touch them. In fact, to this day, Kinski's style has yet to be replecated. Part of me hopes a young cutting-edge actor will tap into Kinski's adroitness. Another part of me dosen't.
Klaus: Who the hell knows where you are. All I ask is that you don't start too much trouble.
Ah, fuck it.
Go nuts.
Had he not died in 91' from a busted ticker and untamable rage, he would be 81.
Him and Werner were on fire for a little while. No one could touch them. In fact, to this day, Kinski's style has yet to be replecated. Part of me hopes a young cutting-edge actor will tap into Kinski's adroitness. Another part of me dosen't.
Klaus: Who the hell knows where you are. All I ask is that you don't start too much trouble.
Ah, fuck it.
Go nuts.
$2.50?
If you take the train, you know the MTA is planning another fare hike. Well, really, this type of thing is not something I usually bitch about. I mean, I don't have to pay for the train anyway because of my student metro card and even if I did two bucks out of my pocket is not the end of the world. At all.
However, today I had my face in a tall man's armpit, my crotch nuzzled against a fat woman's bottom and some asshole leaning on my backpack like I was his personal stanchion. It was here in this bizarre yoga like train ride, it dawned on me:
"Do they really expect me to pay more for this?”
Are there no other options? Like, what about expensive tolls on the bridges and tunnels? Oh yeah. Did that. Didn't we just have a fare hike? Yes.
I guess this town is just one expensive cluster fuck of the rich and the poor. Still, both groups gather on the 6 train and bitch about .50 cents.
Beautiful.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Notes taken in Health (9:45):
His breath smelt of whiskey,
fingers of cigarette butts.
Yellow tar stained his fingernails,
his teeth,
eyelids and tonsils...
He's rotting these days.
Worms just made it into his brain,
skin smells
turning grey.
Waiting in line to cash a scratch-off everyone sniffs round', think:
"What's that smell?"
He hears their thoughts. He always could
No one seemed to care. They ignored him, him listening to them not listening,
he was convinced he could help mankind,
or that he was a scientific miracle at the least,
but that was a long time ago.
Now he's rotting in line with the other living corpses. Dead but not enough to take it lying down...
He died a while ago. Roun'd 14. Woke up one day and his life was different...
It became a big wait.
The feeling of sitting in a waiting room, the smell...
It was with him from the morning to the night, day after day,
forever.
He knew what he was waiting for but didn't know what it was called.
It was a feeling.
Maybe not.
There were no words to describe it. None that he knew.
Maybe somewhere,
someone did.
But chances are Cats like that don't hang around the local OTB.
So he waits in line,
rotting.
fingers of cigarette butts.
Yellow tar stained his fingernails,
his teeth,
eyelids and tonsils...
He's rotting these days.
Worms just made it into his brain,
skin smells
turning grey.
Waiting in line to cash a scratch-off everyone sniffs round', think:
"What's that smell?"
He hears their thoughts. He always could
No one seemed to care. They ignored him, him listening to them not listening,
he was convinced he could help mankind,
or that he was a scientific miracle at the least,
but that was a long time ago.
Now he's rotting in line with the other living corpses. Dead but not enough to take it lying down...
He died a while ago. Roun'd 14. Woke up one day and his life was different...
It became a big wait.
The feeling of sitting in a waiting room, the smell...
It was with him from the morning to the night, day after day,
forever.
He knew what he was waiting for but didn't know what it was called.
It was a feeling.
Maybe not.
There were no words to describe it. None that he knew.
Maybe somewhere,
someone did.
But chances are Cats like that don't hang around the local OTB.
So he waits in line,
rotting.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Werner, I tried.
Today I saw something disturbing on "Break.com", which is just another video site that shows people faceplanting, vomiting or getting kicked in the go-nads.
I don't know why I watch these videos. Really, the reason I visit the site is to read the comments left by ignorant, racist, self centered fools who (and I hate to stereotype here) all live down south.
Today I was shocked to see that a clip from Werner Herzog's "Even Dwarfs Started Small" made the homepage.
They took a scene of a laughing Dwarf and a camel, pulled it out of context and shat allover Werner's shit (not to mention all the copyright laws they broke).
So, me being the Herzog fan I am wrote a comment. I told them at Break how foolish they were, and that their ignorance has insulted the film and art worlds alike. This is what the fine people had to say to me:
"I think its great that they did! I got a good laugh and was able to make a witty comment. I also got to read a douche bag comment from you and reply to it telling you how bad you suck."
"The only thing that "makes me blue" was your long ass post"
"Yeah good one ass chump, fucktard! "
"well ... you're a douche."
Ah, god bless America.
And bless you too Werner. Bless you too.
I don't know why I watch these videos. Really, the reason I visit the site is to read the comments left by ignorant, racist, self centered fools who (and I hate to stereotype here) all live down south.
Today I was shocked to see that a clip from Werner Herzog's "Even Dwarfs Started Small" made the homepage.
They took a scene of a laughing Dwarf and a camel, pulled it out of context and shat allover Werner's shit (not to mention all the copyright laws they broke).
So, me being the Herzog fan I am wrote a comment. I told them at Break how foolish they were, and that their ignorance has insulted the film and art worlds alike. This is what the fine people had to say to me:
"I think its great that they did! I got a good laugh and was able to make a witty comment. I also got to read a douche bag comment from you and reply to it telling you how bad you suck."
"The only thing that "makes me blue" was your long ass post"
"Yeah good one ass chump, fucktard! "
"well ... you're a douche."
Ah, god bless America.
And bless you too Werner. Bless you too.
Monday, October 8, 2007
But wait, theres more!
You think I'm the only one who looked like an asshole as a kid?
Oh no.
My buddy Ludwig rolled deep in it too.
If only we knew how many beautiful women would be in and out of that house drinking stellas and taking no prisoners.
Oh no.
My buddy Ludwig rolled deep in it too.
If only we knew how many beautiful women would be in and out of that house drinking stellas and taking no prisoners.
Friday, October 5, 2007
TIME MACHINE TIME
I came across this.
I remember now how great it was to be a kid.
It seems like I was high all the time without having to pay any money.
You like that, I got a WHOLE lot more coming.
Godspeed.
I remember now how great it was to be a kid.
It seems like I was high all the time without having to pay any money.
You like that, I got a WHOLE lot more coming.
Godspeed.
Tomorrow it all ends.
After months of my ball busting tomorrow I take the SATs.
I can't even comprehend the hours I have spent cooped up inside practicing in increments of 25 minutes as the world partied without me.
Well no more shall I have to select between Friday or Saturday to live a little.
Raj Mahal? OH YES.
When? EVERY SINGLE NIGHT.
So my dear friends, wish me luck.
Tomorrow night I'm going to paint this motherfucking town red.
Who's with me?
Hail to the king, baby.
I can't even comprehend the hours I have spent cooped up inside practicing in increments of 25 minutes as the world partied without me.
Well no more shall I have to select between Friday or Saturday to live a little.
Raj Mahal? OH YES.
When? EVERY SINGLE NIGHT.
So my dear friends, wish me luck.
Tomorrow night I'm going to paint this motherfucking town red.
Who's with me?
Hail to the king, baby.
Monday, October 1, 2007
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