today. the smiths. triple shot depresso. not my normal self. slumbering baby. droolly face. mr. sunshine. mr. social butterfinger. mr. moody pants. wide awake.
scene: interior of a small car driving down the highway, mid day, with four twenty somethings or another. the victims before. shot from the point of view of one of the passengers in a camcorder.
credits roll over footage, with no sound, while song plays. the song leaving an uncomfortable feeling in the stomach of the viewer after experiencing the past story. the credits blinding white and occasionally bleached out by sun and other bright light.
before the song ends the footage stops, from camcorder being broken, and the song ends thereafter with nothing but a black screen and credits still rolling.
Chris Johanson as a Conflicted Gang Member (hankerchief), 2008 Today Your Love, Tomorrow the World w/ Cornrows (Large heads), 2008 Today Your Love, Tomorrow the World (small heads), 2008
wrong. i spent all of my childhood craving true whiteness. this dude doesn't help with the fact that i never found it.
wtf! #81 out of 105 bands that matter. and m.i.a. was 82. fuck you people who listen tot he radio and vote on these stupid surveys. m.i.a. is shit. long live the order!
get out & support an amazing group of people and their isty bitsy little baby, iceberger gallery. like everything else good in this fucking world it's getting ready to call it quites. sad i know! so get the fuck off your lazy hipster so-called art lovin' ass and go see them before they leave the bay. make them feel special for being special.
Brendan Fowler catches up on 30+ years of Mark Flood, while Aaron Rose gets as much V. Vale. Naomi Harris shows us a lot of America and the swingers she met in the process. Shannon Ebner discusses politics, poetry and photography while cover stars Lizzie Bougatsos and Sadie Laska discuss the intersections of their band, I.U.D., and their separate studio art practices. We also get in touch with the Mega Words Store, Chris Johanson’s record label, Paperback, Wildness and more.
1 lemon 2 cups water 1 small piece ginger some honey
slice a small portion of ginger and boil in water. if you like you can add a little bit of lemon zest. when water is done strain into a cup or whatever and add the juice of half a lemon. let if get all mixed together and shit then add the honey. i stress lots of honey. maybe it'll taste good, maybe it wont. maybe these instructions are right, maybe they aren't you'll see.
so while walking home tonight some stoopid bitch (get it?!) fuckin almost hit me with her ugly fucking car while speeding out of this bars parking lot. wtf. and to boot she was ugly, dude. wtf! she tried to even do the "oh! sorry i didn't see you there, my bad, i'm so clumsy" look with me. no! there was none of that. only my foot kicking her door & me calling her a cunt face jerk bitch. she seemed very shocked and taken back. ugly people shouldn't be allowed to drive.
2 1/2 cups peeled, quartered, cored pears, sliced crosswise 2 cups fresh or thawed frozen cranberries 1 tablespoon lemon juice 2/3 cup plus 1 teaspoon sugar 1 1/2 tablespoons cornstarch 1 tablespoon milk Refrigerated or frozen prepared piecrust
Mix the pears, cranberries, and lemon juice in a large bowl. Add 2/3 cup sugar and cornstarch and stir them into the fruit. Pour the filling into the pie shell. Invert the top pastry over the filling and press the edges together. Trim the pastry flush with the edge of the pan and crimp with a fork. Poke several steam vents in the top. Lightly brush on the milk and sprinkle 1 teaspoon sugar. Bake for 30 minutes. Reduce the oven temperature to 375° F. Bake until the juices bubble thickly, 25 to 30 minutes more. Cool 2 hours.
i really enjoy spending my wednesday nights watching back 2 back dog. i really want to meet him. he's sooooooooooo ridiculous. yet amazing. better yet, "and" amazing.
i'm debating if i'm gonna pull a typical branny move & skip going to the bank and doing laundry and cleaning my room and hanging with a friend for lunch, to go into the city and check out some galleries by myself.. i dont know dooder. i kinda dont have the mullah to be going into the city all willy nilly and shit. fuck u bart. you blow. but i really want to see this show before it goes (http://www.gallery16.com/index.php?page=exhibitions also http://www.jackhanley.com/current.php). i dont know.
-from, me
i really should skip it. my work shirt smells. laundry or inspiring art?