the girls at dawn

I’ve been stressed out at work and found a lo-fi all-girl indie band composed of three attractive 20-year-olds and felt super creepy looking at their photos and marginally less creepy listening to their music on this blog before. [link] And now: http://www.myspace.com/thegirlsatdawn SORRY EVERYBODY!! It looks this happens about once a summer. Check this space [...]

Scrape the Morning off the Chassis

The internet’s a great place to keep a personal webdiary. I have a huge collection of tautologies and truisms and blandishments and banalities and unlocked toilet bowl cleaners and associative riff-clusters and kraut-rock anthologies and “pretentious marijuana nightmare reveries” (Proust), fake gold. And on the day you finally get the morning campfire lit without thinking [...]

Fine

Scrolling through Alan Horn’s wonderful selection of “The End” film stills (on Dennis Cooper’s blog), I thought, “I could look at these forever.” Then they kept going, and going, and going, and I thought, “OK. That’s enough. FIN!”

Letter to the New Yorker, 4/25/10

To the editor: I read Dana Goodyear’s profile of the chefs behind the Los Angeles restaurant Animal (“Killer Food,” 4/26/10) with pleasure. A few responses came up in the wake of my enjoyment of the piece, however, and I’d like to share them with you, mostly as a form of procrastination as I messily scarf [...]

Wednesday & Saturday

I know at least three couples who live on Linda. One of the couples isn’t romantic. They’re just roommates. This is an absurd statement, negated by a billion bands, and just one: Sly and the Family Stone. (As if I needed to add: Shuggie Otis? I’d even argue that Suicide has soul. Not to mention… [...]

Month

—I drove by you this weekend. You were standing alone in the Castro coughing and wheezing, bent over an exploded Sunday New York Times. —I was having an attack of some kind, not asthma [A month later] —Is it true that you’re blind? —No, I’m sighted, but my vision is impaired, it’s ailing, it’s flagging [...]

Terrible mote.

MOM: I haven’t had any coffee in three days DAD: Me neither MOM: I know — because we are the same person!! DAD: I wish a person would  come over and touch my face MOM: A woman? DAD: Anyone. A cartoon ostrich. Sure, a woman. MOM: I’ll come over and touch your face DAD: It’d [...]

“fuck you”

Deb pondered the irony—maybe it was irony. Was it merely an “inversion”?—that the “important” things — economics, politics, war — were boring to read about, while “unimportant” things — fluff pieces in the health press, pop trivia, rock journalism — were really fun to read. Was this the same principle that made exercise difficult, that [...]

suburban caffeine death fantasy

RICO: Sucks that we’re not allowed to complain anymore. PIMM: Me too. RICO:  Just to confirm: we decided that blogging is funny and ‘grand’ but that to write a sustained performance destined for ‘print’, like a novel or a book-length unstageable play, you have to “rose at 5:30 a.m. to write and often stayed up [...]

sculpture

check out this sculpture I made I definitely think the drop-cap is “a little high” it woke up high “hahahhaha” sorry etc