"I felt like William Burroughs"

It is true, my friend is very sick. I would be extra worried if he did not have such a good boyfriend taking care of him. This is the note, below, he sent me to let me know what was going on. I find his choice of words and expression, poetic and funny. I think he would understand. He's going to be fine, by the way, and has quit smoking by using the patch. He says when he feels a need to smoke, he rubs the patch like a little genie bottle, then feels better.


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Smoking is a bitch folks! I tell my teenage friend she is preparing herself for a long stay in a cigarette prison if she keeps messing around with them. I wouldn't have listened either. I mean, I didn't.

Pixies play Doolittle

So far only Euro dates but I'm sure they'll be coming around here.

Let's just hope Kim has gulped the usually-required 12-months of meds down easily and successfully, so as not to zombify her loving fans like a little monkey gone to heaven. Again.

Elliott Smith's Car

is for sale.

I hope that whoever buys it, knows that awful sad vibe will rub off on them and they too will stab themselves in the heart with a 5" long blade.

The indescribable

uhhh. uh. um.

... . ... . .... ..
um.

yeah.

A question never expected

An answer produced.


(And it's all true! I didn't have enough character space to add...ON LSD. Also, that might have tarnished me as a witness. FYI, No one can hallucinate what my friends and I saw that day, we simply had more trouble processing it.)

Burning Man/Not Burning Man

My arm

This is one of my favorite body parts. This part right here.

Fuck Shit Up

The Jones' previous post made me think of this song, below, "It's Saturday," if only because they share a line "Let's fuck shit up." The idea of "fucking shit up" when expressed so simply really strikes that feel-good chord, that rebellious spark, that something exciting in folks, doesn't it? Or is that just me?

Great lyrics by the great John S. Hall.
"It's Saturday"

I want to be different, like everybody else I want to be like
I want to be just like all the different people
I have no further interest in being the same,
because I have seen difference all around,
and now I know that that's what I want
I don't want to blend in and be indistinguishable,
I want to be a part of the different crowd,
and assert my individuality along with the others
who are different like me
I don't want to be identical to anyone or anything
I don't even want to be identical to myself
I want to look in the mirror and wonder,
"who is that person? I've never seen that person before;
I've never seen anyone like that before."
I want to call into question thevery idea that
identity can be attached
I want a floating, shifting, ever changing persona:
Invisibility and obscurity,
detachment from the ego and all of it's pursuits.
Unity is useless
Comformity is competitive and divisive and leads only to
stagnation and death.
If what I'm saying doesn't make any sense,
that's because sense can not be made
It's something that must be sensed
And I, for one, am incensed by all this complacency
Why oppose war only when there's a war?
Why defend the clinics only when they're attacked?
Why are we always reactive?
Let's activate something
Let's fuck shit up
Whatever happened to revolution for the hell of it?
Whatever happened to protesting nothing in particular, just
protesting cause it's Saturday and there's nothing else to do.

Fake connectedness and other modern mistakes

what i've been trying to say for some time...but written here by someone with the necessary vocabulary, expanded ideas and clarity of thought.

merlin mann says it all and more.

"There’s nothing wrong with fucking shit up every single day. But you have to bring some art to it. Not just typing."

Jerry Garcia Barf-orial

first we get a notice in the mail from the Town of Fairfax and it's telling us of a new "Gerry Garcia" (kill me now) memorial under construction in our wacky town. i love the wacky of our town (the biggest store is called rainbow fabrics and it's more like a hoarder's extra storage space)...and i love the idea of a jerry garcia memorial...but this? NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!! (video below, very funny).

Double D

it's hard to believe but believe you must: Duran Duran sold out the Fillmore and did it fast. yeah, the Fillmore's small, but so is Duran Duran...i THOUGHT.

so it was with surprise and a shrug of the shoulders when i went to buy tickets after much deliberation...and found i couldn't.

enter my friend, the divine ms. M. after contacting her "three strongest hooks within the infrastructure of the system (crew, mid, top)," she found us tickets and we're sliding into our black spandex minis already.

(just kidding. i never wore spandex. knickers with knee socks and ruffled shirts, yeah.)

it's been 25 years since i first saw them and i can scarcely believe it.

(equally difficult to believe is the sold out $70 face-value tickets!! i traded the divine ms. m a sweet anthropologie dress for mine. phew!)

Warming the Catckles

i guess this is actually my dream job. "total harmony."

thanks to A.d for sending this in.

Tom Green's Sandwich

is about to make me go find myself a max's.

loving the always absurd tom. excellent news today, finding tom and his own internet show.

STILL save Ferris

taken june 7, 2009 in marin county.

DJ WHATEVER

guy wants to blast my most intolerable janet jackson, i want to blast his most intolerable dead kennedys ("does it not speak directly to me?" berkowitz asked).

it's a tough job. but someone has to play a song.

>>>>>>>>>>>>

Soup is Good Food by the Dead Kennedys

We're sorry
But you're no longer needed
Or wanted
Or even cared about here
Machines can do a better job than you
This is what you get for asking questions

The unions agree
sacrifices must be made
Computers never go on strike
To save the working man you've got to put him out to pasture

Looks like we'll have to let you go
Doesn't it feel fulfilling to know
That you the human being are now obsolete
And there's nothing in hell we'll let you do about it

Soup is good food(we don't need you any more)
You made a good meal(we don't need you any more)
Now how do you feel(we don't need you any more)
To be shit out our ass
And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash
Were sorry
You'll just have to leave
Unemployment runs out after just six weeks
How does it feel to be a budget cut?
You're snipped
You no longer exist

Your numbers been purged from our central computer
So we can rig the facts
And sweep you under the rug
See our chart? unemployment's going down
If that ruins your life that's your problem

Soup is good food, etc.
Were sorry
We hate to interrupt
But its against the law to jump off this bridge
You'll just have to kill yourself somewhere else
A tourist might see you
And we wouldn't want that

I'm just doing my job, you know
So say uncle
And well take you to the mental health zoo
Force feed you mind-melting chemicals
Til even the outside world looks great

In hi-tech science research labs
It costs too much to bury all the dead
The mutilated disease-injected
Surplus rats who can't be used anymore

So they're dumped (with no minister present)
In a spiraling corkscrew dispose-all unit
Ground into sludge and flushed away
Aw geez.

Soup is good food
You made a good meal, etc.
We know how much you'd like to die
We joke about it on our coffee breaks
But we're paid to force you to have a nice day
In the wonderful world we made just for you
Poor rats, we human rodents chuckle
At least we get a dignified cremation
At yet
At 6:00 tomorrow morning
It's time to get up and go to work

Fairfax Hippie Fair

a cool car:




it's a sign:


purchases (necklace + ring = $25):


turned out alright.

WAM BAM!!! THANK you Sonic Youth

their new record starts out with...well, picture that eternal image of pete townsend windmilling his guitar...and you've got an idea of the eternal power behind the sonics' new record, The Eternal.

it shreds. then it continues to shred, song after song. then the shred shreds the shred that shredded the shred.

if you love punk rock death valley 69 noise that makes you smile deep in your heart pounding bass and beautiful melodies in the middle, in the eye of the party...then buy it now.


(how i will survive this show without spontaneous orgasm is a mystery to me at this moment. they will build not just their usual wall of sound but an ENTIRE HOUSE on this tour. not one to miss. Oakland still on sale!)

Laughing all the way to the Banksy

awesome smart-ass mofo makes new pieces, puts in museum. no works are for sale and banksy funded the whole thing himself.

his vision couldn't fall closer to my own.

MAN! that guy. smart.