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Wrench Monkey. Vol - 1

2010-07-08T12:42:00.007-04:00

So somewhere along the way, both my rear signal lights stopped working. The little brass connector thingy fell off - so I re-stripped the wire and reattached it. Then I reconnected the wire to where I assumed it went and presto!... umm.. Only the right one works. After a few jiggles - both lights quit all together. Hmmm, I may have grounded the one light by accident. Today's Lesson? Never assume anything with electrical wiring. I need to figure this out pronto, because honestly? Hand signals at 120 down the DVP isn't one of my greatest ideas...

My right muffler still runs way hotter than my left, which could mean a variety of things. A cpl cylinders runnin too rich/too lean...blah, blah, blah. What's strange is that all headers run equally hot which (again assumptions here) should mean all cylinders are runnin fine. It's only when i touch the muffs (hehe) do I notice a disparity in temp.

One of the right axle nuts is damp with oil. Wouldn't be a problem, if all four retaining nuts were oily, but nope, it's just the one. Which means, something, somewhere is leaking. (sigh) The primary suspect is the right front fork, since now, when i go over any major bumps, a previously unheard rattle emits from up front. Hopefully, when i rebuild the front brake this weekend, I can tackle and solve this problem as well

Leaky nuts, cool muffs, screwed up wiring, bouncing tach needle... sometimes, when faced with lists like this, I daydream about one of these , or these - in all their new-world-technology glory. But when it comes down to it, I really wouldn't have it any other way - because, let's face it, can this beast really be my 'beau' if she dosen't cause me at least a little grief??

Ton-up.

Deux Roues Mayhem

2010-06-24T12:34:00.003-04:00

Yes, I finally got myself a two-wheeled, rip roarin, ton-up machine, but that doesn't mean I've lost my affinity for fixed.

I've just got to remember to stop looking at my (non-existent)side mirror when whipping around on le bicyclette.

Absenteeism

2010-06-22T13:39:00.005-04:00

In case you've been wondering why the hell I haven't been posting much of late, I'll fill you in.
I've been a little busy with this:

BOOM!

To the Rest of You:

2010-06-01T15:22:00.003-04:00

"Next girl, will be nothing like my ex-girl(s)..."

Leave it to The Black Keys to get me posting again.

Legacy.

2010-03-10T13:36:00.004-05:00

Went last night to check out the new Alice in Wonderland flick by Burton. My opinion of the flick? Well, when the clip below was the highlight of the entire cinematic experience, you can surmise what I thought of the main attraction...

My anticipated film of the year, bar none. Oh,and to boot? The soundtrack and score produced by Daft Punk.

Ace.

This Too Shall Pass.

2010-03-09T15:50:00.011-05:00

We all know these lads from that brilliant treadmill video (and if you don't, follow that link pronto). Well now, these same guys have gone above and beyond, upped the ante, and produced an equally amazing - if not better - music video. Peep it below - it's just too damn good to miss. And the title? Just as equally, brilliantly fitting to those who know...

(You can also catch the inspirational source video here.)

This Old Game.

2010-01-22T11:01:00.019-05:00

It’s raining and you’re home early because the night is finally over. But your phone keeps buzzin'. They want you to come back out. You’re still half dressed and the alcohol is running through your veins, but you know the night is done. You’re sure of it. It’ll only be cocaine and some weird iPod mix if you go back now. It'll only be empty introductions and people hanging out in their precious, little too-cool-for-school cliques. Out of boredom you’ll hook up with some pretty young thing that you’ve never met before - Someone witty that you started a conversation with - Someone flashy, whose outfit is on-point - You always do. You guys will be in the roomate-that’s-gone-for-the-weekend’s room/kitchen/bathroom and you guys will be makin' out and you’ll notice that her makeup will have mostly come off and that she's starting to look her age. But by then she’s already topless and she’s trying to be "all woman”; trying to “take control”. She's doing things that she learned from her long-term, ex-boyfriend - who had it all wrong. You tune out and you're thinking: “Really? This again? I wonder if the sun's up yet?” and feel the sudden crash from the realization that This. Is. Not. It. The cab driver will have just started his shift when you hail him, and in the back seat you will try and rationalize that this is really “living” after all, and that those highschool bullies, now with their overweight wives and bratty kids, wish they were in your shoes right now. But none of that really matters, because when you get home your bed feels oh-so good. It hugs you into your passageway of sweet, blissful sleep. And thank God it’s raining and you’re home early because the night is finally over. But your phone keeps buzzin'. They want you to come back out. You're still half dressed and the alcohol is running through your veins, but you know the night is done.

Excerpt from ‘L.E.S. Artistes (The Cassius Kent Memoirs)’

Daily Routine.

2010-01-11T16:36:00.004-05:00

Currently Reading: Wonderful Wizard of OZ (still...), Haroun and the Sea of Tales (a re-visit)

(just finished): The Game

Currently on Repeat: Wolfgang Amedeus Phoenix, Enter the Wu-Tang, Return to the 36 Chambers...

Just Watched: Avatar (thumbs up), Sherlock Holmes (thumbs down) and Push (cut off my thumbs - it was a sick day, forgive)

Urban Geek.

2010-01-07T13:07:00.003-05:00

This came via chat this morning and it's simply too good not to post.

Evan Roth's newest project - Graffiti Analysis 2.0 - involves motion capturing artists at work and then converting the process into computer code. The code (which he has dubbed, Graffiti Markup Language, or GML for short) is then used to create a visualization of the graffiti calligraphy in motion; a kind of "behind-the-scenes" look at how the art is created.

The purpose of this project? In Evan's own words: "Building the world's largest open archive of graffiti motion data."

Way Cool.

(Thanks Shaheed)

It was a Date.

2009-12-29T22:11:00.014-05:00

I've already told you previously, I love the French. Here is yet another reason: shot in 1976 using a single take, C'etait un rendez-vous is a short film documenting a bumper-eyed view of a high speed drive through the streets of early morning Paris. It's shot in real-time, in real traffic, using a Mercedes-Benz 450SEL with blatant disregard of all traffic laws. The high revved engine notes + the heel-toe downshifts + bombing towards Arc de Triomphe and racing along Avenue des Champs-Elysees = absolute ace. And the clincher? The final shot, at the steps of Sacre Coeur Basilica, with the cityscape as the backdrop. Of course it's about a girl...

It's always about a girl.

Makin Bread.

2009-12-18T16:19:00.010-05:00

Year 33 (which coincidently, was the jersey number of my childhood hero) is starting off right rad. A grand party to celebrate (okay, a winnebago isn't everyone's idea of grand - but amongst peeps - it felt it), righteous gifts, and now: a raise, annual bonus and a promotion! (yes, I'm tooting my own horn) Granted, it's more of a lateral promotion than an outright vertical one (with only a slight wage increase), but I ain't complaining. So now my official job title is : Mobile U.I. Designer.

Say huh? Well ,this is an example of what I be doin', when i'm hustlin' during the day:

I really, really dig designing for this thing. Out of all the platforms -BB, Java, Symbian (oops sorry, shoptalk) - iPhone is mad fun. And to think, that when I roamed the hallowed halls of post-secondary, my job didn't even exist...

"Jeez, this IS the future!"

(click pic for higher rez)

Foxy.

2009-12-18T11:05:00.004-05:00

The attention to detail - extraordinary.

The humanizing idiosyncrasies of each character - charming.

Wes Anderson (of Royal Tenenbaums fame) really outdid himself this time.

Utter genius!

Go Ahead. Kill Yourself.

2009-12-17T09:25:00.009-05:00

This week's edition of the Eye contains a brilliant piece about committing Facebook Suicide (something that I did ages ago). Penned by Chandler Levack, it contains some absolutely poignant gems:

"...logging on makes me break into a cold sweat, as if I could never measure up to the persona I’ve created."

"I came to realize that I couldn’t see the point of interacting with people in real life anymore, because I already knew everything about them. Better yet, it was what they wanted me to know... My Facebook profile was cooler than me anyway."

And finally giving insight into why she thinks people adore FB:

"Facebook offers the promise of fulfilling friendship, without the risk. You are in touch without ever having to be. You are interacting with thousands alone."

But with resolve, the author intends to leave her virtual life behind, and does, opting for a life:

"with real conversation(s) and friendship and no more unflattering pictures. One where people use grammar accurately and aren’t always bragging about making soup from scratch all the time." (sound familiar?)

I propose you jump ship as well.

Let the revolution begin.

On Point.

2009-12-15T18:23:00.003-05:00

I'm still in slight awe over the awesomeness that these longhorns represent.

PJ definitely set the bar high this x'mas season.

Super fly!

Birthday Brunch.

2009-12-14T20:23:00.024-05:00

Awoke one year older (thirty-three, bitches!), full of emotions, soaked in alcohol and in dire need of nourishment. Me and the Jo-O duo decided to hit up the spanking-new-to-the-hood, Hoof Cafe, housed in the former location of The Chelsea Room.

Little did we know, we were in store for a major slice of gastro-heaven.

Jo's plate: Cinnamon Toast, smothered in apricot marmalade and creme fresh, topped with a slab of foie gras (yeah, you read that right).

O's plate: Ploughman breakkie, complete with fresh mustard, salami, boar sausage, prosciutto, riopelle cheese, goose butter pate (i think), toast and pickles

My plate: suckled pig eggs benney on tea biscuits with a side of spiced pork rind arugula salad.

Absolutely divine. My vacay starts at the end of this week and since i'll be frequenting during the day often, you can expect the XL version of me in the New Year.

And, as if I couldn't get enough, I was treated to lovely late dinner at the parent resto, Black Hoof, which happens to be directly across the street. (thanks Pet!!)

Glorious Gluttony indeed!

A Take Away Show.

2009-12-11T16:12:00.007-05:00

Impromptu musical acts performing in random locations around the city while a crew records the events as they happen.

Fuck, I love the French.

Catch the rest of the clips here
(thanks Sai)

House of Cool.

2009-12-04T13:54:00.004-05:00

Old friends. New friends. Lost friends. Found friends. Drunk friends.

Handsome boys and pretty girls alike - all gathered to celebrate House of Vintage's new rad-tacular locale - in Parkdale, next to one of my go-to watering holes. (drunk, impulse purchases anyone?)

Yes, 'tis the season, it seems, and if last night's revelry was any sort of measure - it will be a grand holiday season indeed.

Daily Routine.

2009-12-03T14:15:00.004-05:00

Currently Reading: The Game, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

(just finished): The Great Gatsby

Currently on Repeat: The xx, anything by the Black Keys, Blacroc, Life After Death

Currently watching: Californication (obvi.)

(just finished): Terminator Salvation (boo), Black Devil Doll (ummm - holy fuck. As in "Holy fuck, I can't decide if that was amazingly awesome", or "Holy fuck, that was eyeballs-fall-out bad.")

Tune in Tokyo: The Second Coming

2009-11-27T10:21:00.007-05:00

I remember the scene clearly. 19 years young. Fresh outta high-school - immersed fully in all things "alt-rock" and "grunge". Family trip to visit the relatives in London. Wandering Soho and hearing the words:

"Dubstep" and "Garage".

What would follow next, would be a nearly decade long love affair with all things electronic.

Apparently, word on the beat: dub-step is mounting a comeback. My 2 cents? If it sounds anything like the tune above...

Bring it.

(minus the illicits, this time around)

Big Trouble.

2009-11-22T17:43:00.005-05:00

I was trying to come up with a be-jillion Asian joke openers, when I realized it'd be much better if you all just showed up and joined in on the revelry.

Fan on the decks, Esther promoting and I'll be tending bar.

Oh, and some weird Irish man might be hangin round too...

(Yut ding ho ho wan, ah!)

bonus pts. if you can translate

Baby Hui's

2009-11-18T12:02:00.005-05:00

Yea, you read that right. But don't worry - I ain't no baby daddy.

I think Baby Huey's should replace their namesake with my adopted surname because, since I now work there, it'd be clever - no?

Yea, you read that right: I now work there.

Starting this Fri.

Come visit.

Sir Auerbach.

2009-11-11T11:35:00.008-05:00

An early show with the man & the Fast Five at the Phoenix.

Reezo, the General, myself and enough blues to fill a bulk-buy, prairie, denim store.

This man is legend!

(pic courtesy blogTO)

Been there. Done that.

2009-11-03T10:40:00.005-05:00

People come in and out of the scene like seasons. When we haven’t seen someone in a while, we know that we’ve probably lost them to an overdose… or a relationship. When these new relationships start, it’s always with the best intentions that nothing will change. But slowly and gradually it happens. The new couple starts to leave the parties earlier and earlier, until eventually, they start hosting dinners at home instead. People bring wine and they talk about their little projects. Like the one’s they’re developing together: a catering business or a clothing store or a fashion line - and they talk about how they’ve started going to the gym and they’re doing cardio and that they have an awesome personal trainer with a Russian name. They’re being more “productive”. They’re “growing up”. Eventually, there are less dinners, or rather, the kids “not-in-relationships” get invited less and less and the lovely couple suddenly disappears. Off the radar, just like that, and the party people stop trying to call, and everybody’s life just goes on.

And it’s always when we least expect it, you know, when we’ve finally found peace with our new dancing partners for “Lust For Life” and Arcade Fire and when we have new people to do ~~Patron~~ Jager shots with, that one of them re-appears again with a brand new haircut and some cute clothes telling us how they really lost themselves in that last relationship. It was good, they don’t regret it, but ~~New York City~~ Toronto isn’t made for settling down. They can’t wait to re-connect with themselves and their old friends again. But, you know, it’s never as comfortable as the last time around. There are too many new faces. The party names have changed. The DJs are mixing harder, stronger, faster. And after the over-emotional, over-compensating hugs that last as if we were Vietnam war vets reunited, they realize that they have changed too and that they have nothing in common with the new regime.

Excerpt from ‘L.E.S. Artistes (The Cassius Kent Memoirs)’

Musical footnotes.

2009-10-23T11:48:00.008-04:00

I absolutely love it when the minds at ingenious advertising firms execute clever, creative installations. What makes it even better though, is when a large, global corporation embraces this creativity to push their brand, without marketing a specific product. The brand identity behind the concept is still there, but at least the company is not relegating to the "buybuybuy because we want to sellsellsell" paradigm that so many others endorse.

Now if i could just find that "Billie Jean" sidewalk...

I'm not a bird.

2009-10-22T11:16:00.004-04:00

I tweeted.

A grand total of two times.

Then I also realized how much of a twat i felt like after tweeting, so I promptly quit.

I'll stick to my guns. Please and thanks.

Temper. Temper.

2009-10-21T10:24:00.008-04:00

I prefer leggy, svelte, cheekboned specimens - that is a given. And what better week to make the acquaintances of these types, than TFW? However, I eschewed all things fashionable, to see these guys jam again...

Yeah, I still think their debut studio album is...well, a touch too studio, but their live shows???

Hot. Damn. (cue water-drumming, feet-hustling, jam session here)

The Horseshoe: free(!), loud and packed. Rush Hour represent! The ability to pick-up ("Mate, has it really been four years?!?") and Jameson and Dial-a-bottle and wax nonsensical in a shitty hotel room...

Too bad there wasn't a gay man's bare bottom in sight.

(and the award for the most-random-bump-in goes to... Echo & The Bunnymen WTF?!?!)

I got fixed.

2009-10-19T10:33:00.006-04:00

No, no not the kind that I've been contemplating, as of late, but in fact, the other kind...

Started in little Italy and headed north - Crawford, Roxton and everything in between to (almost) Dupont. Looped back down to College and Dufferin where I picked up SharkvsBear. We trekked down Sorauran/Ronces, over the Gardiner and to the waterfront, where we made our way to the Humber Bridge. We doubled back and came up through the CNE gounds, eventually ending up at Trinity where we split to go our separate ways.

My only complaint about the whole endeavour?

God damn - I should've done this way sooner...

Canine Desires

2009-10-14T16:31:00.010-04:00

A creative re-imagining...

You can catch Iggy's original here.

(thanks rickles...)

Forever Young.

2009-10-05T10:31:00.005-04:00

A weekend where I re-captured my youth by ingesting letters of the alphabet, two nights in a row. Seemed like such a brilliant idea at the time, but in (the oh-my-god-i-can't-believe-i-feel-like-this) reality? Not so much. But then again, that's the beauty of hindsight, isn't it? Hopefully, this will be a lesson well-learned. But somehow I feel, as per usual, I'm going to receive a big, fat, red, capital "F"...

Friday night - complete with requisite draped hooded getup - I ventured well outside my geographic comfort zone to the KoolHaus, to witness this:

Then onto Saturday - where after what seemed like a blink of rest - (and a massive endurance of Chinese brunch with the 'rents) - I tackled Toronto's annual, all night art-fest: Nuit Blanche. I fully intended to make this year's excursion less about the party and more about the "art" - and for the most part I succeeded. My barometer of success?? I actually made it East of Bathurst for once! But yet, eventually, it ended up being about the party after all; the adage "...an old dog, new tricks" - well you can surmise the rest...

Quote of the night? "I'm here with XXXXX and I'm going to deliver babies on his doorstep - that's my art installation..." (thanks J.)

Holy Christ; I suck at this game.

2009-09-29T13:17:00.006-04:00

Yep, that's about right (click for lager pane...)

[courtesy: xkcd.com]

Blakroc

2009-09-28T12:17:00.016-04:00

I've never been a real hip-hop head.

I don't know my Craig Macks from my J-Dillas and sometimes, I can barely discern the difference between N.W.A and P.E. However, I do appreciate the genre enough to publicly bemoan distressed Run-DMC shirts being sold at Forever XXI (are you serious?!?!?)

More importantly though, I do and always have, appreciated the fine art of a lyricist rhyming magical over slick beats, and my affinity towards potently poetic hip-hop is well known - especially when those rhymes are juxtaposed with heavy, genre-bending guitar riffs (insert RATATAT remixes here...)

Which is why, when I came across this tidbit this morning, I simply, literally fell out of my chair...

I.cannot.effin.wait.

Today and probably tomorrow too...

2009-09-28T10:36:00.003-04:00

"No matter how happily a woman may be married, it always pleases her to discover that there is a really nice man who wishes she were not."
-Mary Catherine Bateson

"Tomorrow is a long long time when you've lost your way"
-Phoenix

Gasping for Gaspar.

2009-09-22T10:35:00.008-04:00

I was recently reminded of the French film maker Gaspar Noe, whose latest film (unbeknown to me) screened at this year’s TIFF. Apparently, it seems some things don’t change after all.

As one recent reviewer exclaimed while writing about Enter the Void, Noe’s latest offering- “If the following things disturb you, then you should probably avoid this film: strobe lights, drug use, shaky hand-held cameras, graphic sexuality, sperm, spinning cameras, psychedelic imagery, blood, gay sex, abortion, breastfeeding (and) a graphic auto wreck..”

Hmmm… sounds like a perfect companion to a bag full of kernels. I for one simply can’t wait for a North American distributor to pick up the rights (I’m looking at you, Criterion…)

Oh, and this little clip I’ve included? While it’s not quite up to the normal shockshockshock of Noe’s usual fare --- a long legged beauty writhing around in lingerie playing with her pussy? ---Sorry (j’taime!) and I simply couldn’t resist.

It's a slow day.

2009-08-27T15:23:00.003-04:00

From the "this-is-cool-as-shit" category, I bring you....

This.

Awe-inspiring and totally amazing.

LifeTrack Vol. 1: The Early Edition

2009-08-21T14:24:00.027-04:00

On a not-so-secret, secret patio on the College Strip, the conversation turned to this:

"Make a soundtrack of your life and give it to your friends. This soundtrack could be songs you like, songs you grew up on, songs that tell a story - and it doesn't have to be contained on one disk - it could be spread out across volumes..." (not an actual quote because, seriously, who talks like that?)

Thus, Vol. 1 was born.

I grew up on these tracks, but not by my own accord. These tracks were what my old man listened to; in the family rec room, on long road trips and everything in between. I remember listening to these long before I started purchasing my own tunes (I got a late start) and the tracks give way more insight into his personality, than mine.

But one things for certain: for my old man? He has a pretty solid taste in music...

(this is not a complete list in any way, shape or form - not even close.)

Money for Nothing - Dire Straits

Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics

Message in a Bottle - The Police

Billie Jean - Mike Jackson

Hungry Like the Wolf - Duran Duran

Like A Virgin - Madonna

Everybody Wants to Rule The World - Tears for Fears

Sound of Silence - Simon and Garfunkel

Bullet.Proof: A warning

2009-08-20T14:52:00.015-04:00

“I don’t think you’ll ever love me” she said.

And you know what? She was right.

I wouldn’t love her – at least not in the way she wanted now, if ever. I'm seeing a similar pattern emerging from my quasi-relationships; the inability to move emotionally forward past a certain, specific point.

It’s beginning to look like Cupid might need something heavier than mere arrows for this one.

Don't say i didn't warn you...

"En Garde!"

(Def: en garde (äN gärd') interj. Used to warn a fencer to assume the defensive position preparatory to a match.)

No introduction needed...

2009-08-18T12:06:00.009-04:00

"Hi Ms. Summer 09, so finally nice to meet you"

Common coffee and Sunnyside dips. Followed by freon naps and ventures into District 9*.
Then it was a most Social birthday indeed; complete with requisite summertime vodka melons hoisted over rappin rock n' rollers...
Then the flashiest of Sorauren pads, adorned with an equally flashy crew, reveling to the wee hours of the rising dawn.
And in between it all? Once missed flames finally lit (only to be extinguished all too soon); coupled with melancholy mournings over ones that will never be - no matter how hard I wish from the sidelines (cue befuddled, pre-programmed, pangs of jealousy here.)

Ahhh yes, Ms. Summer 09, about time you showed up.

Glad you could make it.

(if you only see one movie this summer, this should be it - despite what PJ claims...)

There are no words...

2009-07-27T12:30:00.001-04:00

The 11th Letter: The Tale of Two.

2009-07-24T10:22:00.004-04:00

Stolen from Kevin Barnes and re-imagined as a two part play (by me). And apparently that is just the way it's supposed to be....

[Act One]

The past is a grotesque animal
And in its eyes you see
How completely wrong you can be
How completely wrong you can be

The sun is out, it melts the snow that fell yesterday
Makes you wonder why it bothered

I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met
Who could appreciate Georges Bataille
Standing at Swedish festival discussing "Story of the Eye"
Discussing "Story of the Eye"

It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you
How can I explain, I need you here and not here too
How can I explain, I need you here and not here too

I'm flunking out, I'm flunking out, I'm gone, I'm just gone
But at least I author (offer) my own disaster
At least I author (offer) my own disaster

Performance breakdown and I don't want to hear it
I'm just not available
Things could be different but they're not
Things could be different but they're not

The mousy girl screams, "Violence! Violence!"
The mousy girl screams, "Violence! Violence!"*
She gets hysterical because they're both so mean
And it's my favorite scene
But the cruelty's so predictable
It makes you sad on the stage
Though our love project has so much potential
But it's like we weren't made for this world
(Though I wouldn't really want to meet someone who was)

Do I have to scream in your face?
I've been dodging lamps and vegetables
Throw it all in my face, I don't care

Let's just have some fun
Let's tear this shit apart
Let's tear the fucking house apart
Let's tear our fucking bodies apart
But let's just have some fun

[Act Two]

Somehow you've red-rovered the gestapo circling my heart**
And nothing can defeat you
No death, no ugly world

You've lived so brightly
You've altered everything
I find myself searching for old selves
While speeding forward through the plate glass of maturing cells

I've played the unraveler, the parhelion
But even apocalypse is fleeting
There's no death, no ugly world

Sometimes I wonder if you're mythologizing me like I do you
Mythologizing me like I do you

We want our film to be beautiful, not realistic
Perceive me in the radiance of terror dreams
And you can betray me
You can, you can betray me

But teach me something wonderful
Crown my head, crowd my head
With your lilting effects
Project your fears on to me, I need to view them
See, there's nothing to them
I promise you, there's nothing to them

I'm so touched by your goodness
You make me feel so criminal
How do you keep it together?
I'm all, all unraveled

But you know, no matter where we are
We're always touching by underground wires

I've explored you with the detachment of an analyst
But most nights we've raided the same kingdoms
And none of our secrets are physical
None of our secrets are physical
None of our secrets are physical no.

* if you caught the "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" reference - bravo. You are now officially my hero
** are you kidding me? My stomach just dropped from all the awesome-ness

Tune in Tokyo: The Dark Edition.

2009-07-23T10:37:00.007-04:00

I've stood in a thousand street scenes
Just around the corner from you
On the edge of a dream that you have
Has anybody ever told you it's not comin' true?

Farewell my black balloon

(africa)

At least it ain't crack.

2009-07-20T16:45:00.005-04:00

Just fed my addiction this morning.

The sense of elation as I inhale your intoxicating aroma,
my hands caressing your supple curves.

You arrival is not soon enough... ahhhhhhh...

(ps. you're a pervert)

Tune in Tokyo: Pop is Dead

2009-07-06T13:49:00.006-04:00

This is the only MJ related post i will make.

"so many facelifts, his face flew off..."

Nothing cool ever happens here.

2009-06-26T16:02:00.003-04:00

he might be played out (not really), but you can't tell me you wouldn't want to peep this:

Geek chic...

2009-06-19T13:45:00.006-04:00

I'm such a geek. Check out my new favicon! (bonus pts. if you even know what a favicon is. And by 'bonus pts.' i mean 'free beer'.)

KaBlooey...

2009-06-09T10:36:00.007-04:00

More often than not, I'm sure this is how the Sundayscool® congregation feels after a certain member divulges his witticisms on us...

(hint: his name begins with P and ends with J)

We wouldn't have it any other way...

(courtesy the warehousecomic.com)

Tune in Tokyo: Public Service Announcement

2009-06-08T13:28:00.010-04:00

"who shot Biggie Smalls? If we don't get em', they goan get us all..."

Tv on the Radio is making me Telepathe(ic)

2009-06-05T12:02:00.007-04:00

Caught both shows this past week and trying to compare the two experiences would be akin to comparing the Stones and Beatles - can't and shouldn't be done. TVotR (in all their glory) packed an ill-suited (venue wise) Sound Academy. Tunde Adebimpe's mesmerizing onstage antics and the blistering 90 min set was all this head-bopper could hope for. And I'll even un-ashamedly admit: reaching back into the TVotR canon and performing some personal faves was simply genius, because let's face it, who dosen't like to publicly sing along to tunes usually reserved for the morning shower?

Quote of the eve: "Dude, check out the guy with the double popped collars!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (yes that many exclamation marks are necessary)

And how's this for a segue? Watching guitarist Dave Sitek perform one night - to catching an act whose album he produced two nights later - fellow Brooklynites Telepathe. I must hand it to this "we used to be lovers" twosome. Despite being heavily plagued by serious sonic malfunctions (aka technical difficulties), they somehow managed to hype the intimate El Mo crowd into some decent feet shuffles...

And in between it all? I managed to catch yet another show, although this one was of the sit-down, multiplex variety. I'm advising you to get up on Up, Pixar's latest little darling. The characters felt substantial, the storyline was captivating, and the animation impeccable. (Like you would expect anything less) Go see it!

It goes a little sumthin' like this...

2009-05-12T11:48:00.009-04:00

Raybans and Ray-beams. Although apparently, this summer it's actually supposed to be about Frogskins. But does it really matter?? Nay - as long as someone at some point whispers:

"I got mad love for you shorty. That's on the real..."

Wherein I reply: "Yeah? And all I wanna do is listen to boyz II men when I get with you..."

Summer-Summer-Summertime

Keep Pluggin'

2009-05-04T16:34:00.001-04:00

...at least until i can 100% say "I told you so..."

Say Again?

2009-05-04T12:18:00.002-04:00

Shit stomped in more ways than one, two sides of multiplex…
Longing for one, one for another, reminiscing about past others,
letting them all slip through these fingertips…
Bros before h… or wait – is it now supposed to be the other way around?
Then the Loyals reared their regal heads;
Cardinal principles re-polished, testaments affirmed…
And as they say: “The kids? They’re gonna be alright”

So this is why people have kids... (attempt two)

2009-05-01T12:48:00.004-04:00

Since my initial post sorta doesn't make without the video (removed by poster), I give you reason number two for potentially procreating...(like i need to say it: Holy eff!)

oh and btw? I so wanna rock his haircut...

Wicked, this way it does come.

2009-04-06T12:29:00.004-04:00

An odd pairing by a couple of oddfellows,
Followed by the beginnings of strange, strange people.
Amused myself with a few Salvadorian Darlings and one duck named Howard,
But in reality all i really prefer is the company of some bluegrass Beautys.
More than ever, i still feel like this,
But when in Rome.... right?

A name like no other

2009-04-02T11:04:00.006-04:00

I hated my name growing up.

Well maybe not "hated".

More like disliked (esp. when a certain Jedi movie came out in Grade 8)

Apparently though, this guy likes my name just as it is.

About time.

(peep his portfolio...he's quite good)

That's about right.

2009-04-02T09:08:00.005-04:00

Subway ride. Hash browns and breakfast sandwiches. The new Yeah (x3) leaking through my headphones - I read this:

By this age our folks
had fought wars, had kids, built lives.
We're just hungover.
Monuments to our potential
we are paralyzed by all we could do.
Grow the fuck up, right?
It's simple to say.
But then...
Will we still get our ~~cake~~ coke??

(fuck I am restless)

Skin Ink pt. 3

2009-03-30T21:45:00.001-04:00

Pt. 3 because it's my third one.

T-minus 17 days...

Want List

2009-03-27T13:12:00.007-04:00

There's subtle minimalism and then there's these ridonkilous pieces...

Designed by Giuliano Fujiwara (courtesy Selectism.com.... size 44 if you really want me to have them)

The Bellewoods give me wood.

2009-03-25T19:13:00.004-04:00

Kinda crushing on the sound these local boys put out.

Dosen't hurt that Pastor Watles plays a mean axe for these guys as well.

Oh, and that charasmatic lead singer? He's kinda handsome in that "bear" sort of way...

Bellewoods. Bellewoods. Bellewoods.

The birds are chirping, the buds are blooming, and i'm way wasted.

2009-03-19T10:40:00.005-04:00

CMW, fashion week, G-money's back, 4 am last call, yadda, yadda.

wash, rinse, repeat.

If the first week of spring is any inclination, this summer will prove to be epic.

Countless possibilities...

light punch, light punch, back, light kick, hard punch is consuming me a little bit. And if you get that reference? I'm totally buying you a shot the next time i see you at the bar...

OldBoy

2009-02-18T13:29:00.003-05:00

Given the stagnant appeal of most offerings on the big screen and "on-demand" of late, I decided to re-visit a movie that struck a resounding cord with me the first time I saw it. It didn't fail to impress during this second screening either.

Powerful and highly, highly recommended...

The Singular.

2009-02-04T10:39:00.005-05:00

nje, un, ein, uno, um, jedan, en, een, uks, isa, yksi, egy, satu, viens, unu, mot, "yut", ena, bir...

(no matter how you say it, one sometimes is the loneliest number...)

Want list

2009-01-15T13:05:00.011-05:00

will 09' finally be the year?

(it doesn't even have to be a "Vincent". just as long as it's a cafe racer)

March 19th update: *** fucking drooooooool***

Nostradamus ain't got notin' on me...

2009-01-08T15:49:00.009-05:00

I wrote about them here (first) and I don't usually do this, buuuuuuut....

I told you so.

(and yes I'm rooting for them b/c the singer is part Asian...Hello, VHS or Beta anyone??)

March 4th update: (by way of S&M) posted on the interweb here. (i know, but exposure is exposure, right?)

Pro(se before Hos)

2009-01-08T15:11:00.006-05:00

Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things that speak directly to your soul. If you do this your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality non-existent. And don't bother concealing your thievery-celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: "It's not where you take things from-it's where you take them to."

Me ...stolen from Jim Jarmusch

Goong Hai Fat Choi

2009-01-05T15:37:00.005-05:00

I haven't posted in a while and was considering penning a New Year's related post, when I suddenly remembered: I'm Chinese--(see you on the 26th...)

Aesop Rock...err, I mean Fable

2008-12-09T11:06:00.002-05:00

He (meaning Aesop) wrote a pretty good story once upon a time. It was called "The Shepherd's Boy and the Wolf". Perhaps you've heard of it? There are certain individuals who could sure use that lesson...

(being one from the weird name variety, how absolutely rad is 'Aesop'?)

I'm kinda, sorta, always right

2008-11-13T10:37:00.003-05:00

She thinks that this pic isn't particularly hot...

She may have even used the term "tacky".

I beg to differ and (to steal the words of a fellow blogger) think it's "the cat's meow"...

Perhaps i should start shopping for Hawaiian shirts???

Tune in Tokyo: I said it first...

2008-11-06T15:24:00.007-05:00

The Temper Trap are gonna be big. There I said it. I've known this since the moment I first met Dougie (back in 2006 whilst living in Oz, whipping a gay man's bare bottom - true story). I'm not going to try and deconstruct/analyze their music or even try to sell you on their sound. Instead, I'm just gonna let this talented down-under foursome speak for themselves...

And from their 2006 self entitled EP...

The Death of Bloggi... Hey, wait a minute!

2008-11-04T16:23:00.012-05:00

According to an article written by Paul Boutin for Wired Mag, the blog is dead. Effective immediately. Paul argues that blogs are sooooo 2004 (like faux hawks) and personal blogs have become the exact opposite: too impersonal. According to him, the blogsphere is overrun by large, professional, corporate blogs...

"Impersonal is correct: Scroll down Technorati's list of the top 100 blogs and you'll find personal sites have been shoved aside by professional ones. Most are essentially online magazines: The Huffington Post. Engadget. TreeHugger. A stand-alone commentator can't keep up with a team of pro writers cranking out up to 30 posts a day."

Furthermore, he also offers that because of these professional, corporate blogs, the voice of the independent commentator is lost...

"When blogging was young, enthusiasts rode high, with posts quickly skyrocketing to the top of Google's search results for any given topic, fueled by generous links from fellow bloggers. In 2002, a search for "Mark" ranked Web developer Mark Pilgrim above author Mark Twain. That phenomenon was part of what made blogging so exciting. No more. Today, a search for, say, Barack Obama's latest speech will deliver a Wikipedia page, a Fox News article, and a few entries from professionally run sites like Politico.com. The odds of your clever entry appearing high on the list? Basically zero."

But what if you don't care about Google's search index and how your posts rank? Boudin's argument hinges on the presupposition that those who write blogs are in it, basically, for the all mighty search engine results. Personally? I couldn't give a rat's-ass and hadn't even thought about these so-called "search engine rankings" until I stumbled across his article. Someone once asked me why I even bother blogging. My answer is simple: I basically see my blog as a digital log, a journal if you will, documenting the highs and lows of my-so-called-life. It serves as a method in which I can remember things. I look back at my 20's and all those nights and epic times of drunken tom foolery are un-remembered, lost to the folds of my shrinking memory because, well, they were exactly that: long nights and epic times of drunken tom foolery.*

*Note: I use 'drunken tom foolery' as an all encompassing definition; I swear to you that I am not your atypical hooligan fratboy. However, if I were to go into detail about the various substances I have toyed with/abused in my past, it would read like a shopping list of an Asian Triad's chem lab. It's a wonder sometimes how I even continue to function. -(cue Green Velvet)

Furthermore, Boudin also argues that Web 2.0 technologies have also rendered the blog obsolete. Twitter, MySpace and Facebook all make posting rich content much more simple. Why bother with the long form of composition, when you can easily post a few pics, add a snatchy tag and watch the self-inflating comments roll in? "OMG, you're so cute" and " Gasp! Your outfit looks so HOT with your hair". Ummm, no thanks. I actually prefer long-form writing. (maybe it's because I still write cursively?) and I believe that taking the time to compose your thoughts and form complete sentences (in my case quasi) provides more insight into a person's character than any vapid party pic+witty comment ever could. Facebook? More like Fakebook; people's profiles always seem to relay how they want to be viewed in public, not how they actually are. My onceuponatime FB profile? Heck, even I wanted to sleep with myself. And as for Twitter? Well personally, I like to travel beyond the 140 character limit to express my thoughts and emotions.

So call me old fashioned (apparently that's what happens as you age). I write long form. Sometimes cursively. I open the door for ladies and pay for things on the first date (I still call them dates, apparently). And I blog. But as long as the drunken tom-foolery continues (and you know it will), I'll keep posting. And somewhere, someone (hopefully) will be laughing. (or at least pointing and laughing...)

I apologize for this long winded rant. I blame it on my roommate... he made me use my brain. It won't happen again. Promise. Your regularly scheduled programming of pointless accounts of social stumblings and popcprm pop culture will re-commence shortly...

Dear God...

2008-11-04T15:43:00.009-05:00

I know I've been bad.

I know I've abandoned you for sinful, more desirable, worldly vices.

I know I'm the least likely candidate to be named after one of your more divine prophets.

But, please, please, please... If you are still tuned into my turbo, on ANY level at all...

... let the cool, outspoken, charismatic, black guy win.

That's all.

*note: please do not regard this post as insight into my affiliation with any particular religion. The term "god" was used arbitrarily and was only capitalized because it appeared in the title of this post. I am not particularly religious, unless you count the deities 'Single Malt' and 'Ice-Cold 50'. Those I worship on a daily basis.

**Update: Nov 5th - I heard this on one of my usual media outlets... Rosetta sat so that Martin Luther could walk. Martin Luther walked so that Obama could run. Obama ran so that our kids could fly...

Fistful of Feist

2008-11-04T15:14:00.006-05:00

Missed pretty much all of Hayden's opening set. What is with me and constant gig tardiness? The '1-2-3-4' chanteuse has an incredibly serene voice, and her on-stage antics helped make the cavernous A.C.C. seem much more intimate than it actually was (nosebleeds anyone?). Constable Bacon gave me tixs as way of thanking me as I stood beside him when he took the plunge. And while I embraced the opportunity to see old friends, and for the most part enjoyed* the show, I 100%, no-doubt-about-it, still prefer this one...

*and by "enjoyed", I mean "took in".

Burning the Candle at Both Ends

2008-10-30T13:16:00.024-04:00

Early a.m. responsibilities. Late night tom-foolery. And you'd think that would result in one tired, cranky son of a... But it doesn't, proving there's still life in these old bones. Because if not now (as I cling on to the last bastions of my youth), when??

G-money came up with the tix, so the crew went and saw the boys in blue. Now, if you know me, you know my heart lies with le bleu, blanc et rouge, but even I have enough sense not to turn down $200, platinum, rink side tickets. Too bad the 15 dollar beers weren't free as well.
Quote of the night: "You guys are in band, right?" And then, actually, we did try and see a band: Of Montreal. And we were successful. And by 'successful', I mean we saw the last 30 seconds of their encore (covering Nirvana). The best non-showing to a show ever.

(look! Peanut M&M's!!)

And then the next night, Peej and I did a little D.A.N.C.E. There was slight apprehension to this event, as I tend to not do these sorts of things anymore. But I owed Peej a b-day present and this gig was as good as any. Approaching that line, that crowd; hearing the faint rumblings of the basslines inside = instant flashback to the days where i would see Wink, Daft and Sneak on the same bill. And that lofty perch, behind the Parisians giving me a DJs-eye-view? ohmychrist. Thank God I was amongst like minded peers and not in the bowels of that crowd, because the maze that is Circa and its usual denizens were the only blemishes on this otherwise steamy night. Quote of the night: "You're cute and I just had to say hi." or maybe it was "Hey, weren't you guys at the game last night?"

A night of one too many DJs and a handful of cool kids

2008-10-24T22:46:00.007-04:00

The venue was epic; a converted airplane hanger, plane included. And even better? - one of my best friends behind the bar. Score one for the free booze team. Which probably explains why I had to disembark from the train pre-destination this morning, in order to grab some much needed fresh air. I did not, repeat did not want to be responsible for the "vomit comet". And while the raging headache acutely reminded me that as i get older, the hangovers last longer, the memory of Tiga's (whose career I have been following long before he wore his sunglasses at night) uncanny ablity to move these retired danceshoes, bought a giant (albeit queasy) grin to my face. I went to see Soulwax, but pretty much left after Tiga was done; his dirtytechobeats definitely making it...

i heart neon.

ISO 416: sick day edition.

2008-10-22T15:07:00.007-04:00

Today is a sick day. And the 360 is busted. And there is nothing "on demand". And it's been ages since I've posted. So I present to you this little tidbit, from the streets of Saigon.

(as with all, click on the pic to see it grow)

Title: let's go again
Camera: Canon Powershot SD30
Location: Vietnam

So this is why people have kids...

2008-09-24T12:28:00.002-04:00

Almost makes me want one. I said almost...

very autechre/Aphex Twin-ish... and that melody at the minute and the half mark? uh-mazing.

Tune in Tokyo: New Tune Tuesdays

2008-09-23T10:37:00.011-04:00

The new TVOTR drops today. Constable Bacon introduced me to this quintet by way of tickets to their 2006 show. Not knowing who they were (at the time) and not wanting to be one of those people that attend a show without prior knowledge of a band, I went and listened to their album of that fall.

to say i've had my hand in the "cookie" jar ever since is an understatement (and I apologize profusely for the extremely bad pun). Hearing that song, that fall/winter everywhere, didn't hurt much either.

But beyond the atmospheric melodies and ground-grumbling basslines; beyond the falsetto vocals that merge seamlessy with post-punk sensibilties, lies lead singer Tunde Adebimpe's ability to write insanely fecund lyrics.

Taken from "Young Liars" (one of TVOTR's ultimate...):

well it's cold and it's quiet
and cobblestone cold in here
fucking for fear of not wanting
to fear again
lonely is all we are
lovely so far
but my heart's still a marble
in an empty jelly jar

(followed by)

someday suppose that my
curious nervousness
spills into prescience
clairvoyant consciousness (oh my christ)
i will be calmer than cream
making maps out of your dreams

(FOLLOWED by)

but will psychic ability
clinch the nativity
or simply diminish the flinch...

This is not a grammar/linguistics lesson and i'm not even going to attempt to identify the various literary techniques present, but seriously? C'mon... what normal person possesses the ability to pen such things??

Which is exactly why TVOTR are not normal (phew)...

Which is exactly why you should give them a little (okay, a lot) of your undivided attention...

The new album. Seriously.

StreetCar Nuisances

2008-09-22T10:28:00.003-04:00

courtesy of xkcd.com

50 dead men walking

2008-09-11T10:44:00.005-04:00

Minus the walking. That's how I feel. But that's what happens when the Moet is free; as is the Stella; as is the Kettel One, and you have early a.m. responsibilities. And to think, once upon a time, this castle was someone's house. But during a night where the shrinking hemlines were inversely proportionate to the towering stilhettos; and where blazers and button downs were in abundance - I'm grateful for pointy tips, fedoras, punched in leather, vintage heels and Jeremy Scott.

(booyaakasha)

Roybotic NYC

2008-09-10T12:07:00.003-04:00

As you may or may not know (or should it be, as you may or may not care?), it's fashion week in NYC. I'm not even going to pretend to write about it here; no hemlines, no designer bylines, no models, no fabrics, no patterns...nada. If you really wanna read up on it (and all things pertinent in the fashion world) I highly suggest this blog. Written by one of my homies, it is by far, my first and foremost destination for all things fashionable. More often than not, I find myself quoting directly from the author's musings in order to impress pretty girls and boys alike.

Thanks Roybot, for making me sound infinitely cooler than I actually am.

(if I had an entourage, you'd so be my stylist)

Synecdoche

2008-09-10T10:42:00.004-04:00

My TIFF cherry got popped.

While I have always embraced this fair city's film festival (c'mon, who doesn't love 4am last call?), I have never really attempted to catch an actual festival flick. 1 part apathy, 2 parts usually-wandering-the-streets-drunk, the shitstorm that surrounds these films and their screenings usually flies outside my social radar. "It'll come out on DVD, eventually" I always tell myself, as I offhandedly browse the lineup of films. So when i received a text from Peej last night reading:

"Got two tickets for a movie at 8:30. Down?"

I figured, "meh; why not? It'll be like going to the multiplex... and for free!".

ummm... hardly so.

The lineup. (where are they putting all these people?). A speech by Kauffman. Phillip Seymour (kinda bigger than I thought). The Elgin (the local multiplex this ain't). And then there was the actual movie. Kauffman's directorial debut, produced by Spike Jonez... i'm not even going to attempt to describe it, lest I give away spoilers (which I would have to, to even start dissecting this film). Let's just say, if you are familiar with Kauffman and his work(s); well then, this is classic Kauffman (and then some). Go. See. This. Movie.

The two parts drunkedness will always be there, but I think the apathy may have vacated. It's not 4 yet? Awesome... who wants a round?

Is it cliche to ask: "Am I'm too old for this?"

2008-09-08T14:08:00.006-04:00

I didn't TIFF. I didn't v-fest. However, I did abuse 4am last call. And I paid for it in the morning. I broke my bank account and felt wholly un-rejuvinated at the end of the weekend (please refer to title of this entry). But at 10 am, Monday morning, I sat at my desk and saw this in my in-box:

You're annoying because I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOU!!!!

you suck

:)

... and my day was infinitely better.

At Some Point, We All Need to Buckle(r) Down

2008-09-04T11:08:00.001-04:00

I really wish I brought the camera for this one...

A store opening where the Belvedere flowed freely (I'll take mine with a splash of Perrier, thanks - why do these things always insist on serving concoctions that barely pass as consumable?) The outfits were marginally better (ok I lied; there were some decent ones... esp. you Peej in that 3/4 length suit jacket. My birthday's at the end of the year, thankyouverymuch. Holy Fuck jammed (and they jammed good); people ate (and the food was delicious) and the crowd mingled with each other like only those accustomed to these sorts of things could.

Overall, a $50,000 budget well spent. When's the next???

photo credit: yours truly

Tune in Tokyo*: Erlend Oye edition

2008-09-02T12:24:00.003-04:00

Erlend Oye has long been on my radar since he released a stellar addition to the DJ Kicks series back in April 2004. Although there seems to be two musical sides to this sonic phenom (Kings of Convenience vs DJ/Remix/Producer) it is definitely the latter of the two musical identities that I have an affinity towards. His melancholy lyrics and haunting voice, coupled with danceable beats, ideally play as a soundtrack to my existence. His work is the premiere installment in Tune in Tokyo; an area where i share tracks that move my mood (if not also my feet).

ps: Please, please, please check out his a capella cover of "There is a Light that Never goes Out" by The Smiths. Remixed with Royksopp's "Poor Leno". Epic.

(* The title of this segment is an ode to Constable Bacon)

A weekend in St Thomas: Photo Essay

2008-08-26T10:45:00.003-04:00

tussled sheets. a kilted Scotsman. renovated train stations. tan tuxedos and bronze perforated shoes.
the past, present and future. hot tubs, pools, rose and cherry jubilees. train tracks and one too many...

oh. And there was a darling wedding as well...

congrats, A Squared, congrats...

Crtl, Alt, zzzzzztttt.

2008-08-11T13:10:00.002-04:00

My 'puter is busted. No. I mean b-u-s-t-e-d. I know a slice or two about these things, but i have absolutely no idea what i did. It's beyond the blue screen of death. Even the pro (aka. "my brother") was like : "cool! what the hell did you do?!?!?" (He gets excited by these things, where as I generally like to curseandscreamandrantandchuckitoutthewindow. My photos, my art, my music.... shit.

those viruses; they like to camouflage themselves amongst the the foliage otherwise known as "gay porn". serves me right.

(needless to say, I might not be posting for a while)

Bling, Bling,Ka*ching

2008-08-08T13:02:00.001-04:00

I recently got a promotion and raise @ my soul-sucking day job*.

I guess (for now) that makes it my "soul-sipping day job".

...and yes, I'm in a new tax bracket...

* please see the disclaimer here

Sunday's Cool: Road Trip Edition.

2008-07-23T10:06:00.001-04:00

The class got split up for this one...

Rain. tardy chauffeurs. mini riots (complete with storming the barricades). excess drink tickets. DIY deep - v's. "umm, is that pee?". broken lexus'. best DD reward. ever. floor pass outs (x2) and Chromeo DJ's.

Wash.Rinse.Repeat.

(oh yeah, the hip hop was pretty dope too...)

ISO 416: Tilt-Shift edition

2008-07-23T00:05:00.001-04:00

Taken from atop le effiel tower, gay parie...

Tilt-shift affect applied in Photoshop.

"Funny you mention, Paris..."

Title: Godzilla Would Have so Much Fun
Camera: Canon Powershot SD30 (yes a point and shoot)
Location: Paris (duh)

Welcome to Sunday's Cool

2008-07-22T22:53:00.002-04:00

Sunny skies. brunch. Pastor Watles. 14 hours at one notorious intersection. many, many pints. being cut from work for being too drunk (not me). arguing over sofas. extracted molars. mac n' cheese n' cornflakes. amethyst crystals and crazy, crazy spirit particles.

Who's the Baby?

2008-07-15T14:54:00.000-04:00

Woof woof woof arf arf grr woof oowwwoooooooo woof arf bark bark bark woof arf whine whine woof arf arf bark bark woof.

"muurrrooowwwrrrrmmnnngg"

(those of you that know p-dog, totally get that last one)

ISO 416

2008-07-10T18:45:00.001-04:00

Every once in a while, I like to pretend that I know a thing or two about shutter clicks and apertures. I blame this entirely on a subconscious desire to connect with an unknown biological father, who apparently, was quite an accomplished photographer... uh, kidding...sort of. ISO 416 (pretty clever, huh?) is an area where i will post pics (i took) which you may or may not care about, since art (aka. "what constitutes as good photography) is all pretty subjective anyways.

Title: Quelle heure et 'til??
Location: Financial District
Tool: Canon Powershot S3 IS

Art Fart: Death by Skyline

2008-07-10T18:07:00.001-04:00

Rummaging through old files, I stumbled across this piece I did way back in Winter '07. It's the last 'free will' creative process I've had that isn't tied to my soul-sucking day job*. It kinda makes me sad to think that staring all day at a computer screen hinders my ability to be creative outside of work. (excuses, excuses, i know...)

click on pic for a full frontal view.

*discalimer: I actually, kinda, sorta DO like my day job. I just used this particular term to make me seem more angst-driven and tormented. I actually lead a rather cushy life**

**depending on who you ask...

Virgin Territory

2008-07-10T14:34:00.000-04:00

This is some stuff about stuff, which may or may not amount to much....stuff. So stuff it.