Lousy T-Shirt

This weekend I saw TV on the Radio perform and regained my faith in music. Later on I celebrated my friend's birthday while celebrating my faith in beer. Sadly, this is all I have to show for it.

You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having

One of these days, Bjork is gonna call me for a video shoot. And then you all will be sorry!


Professor! What's another word for pirate's treasure?


You mean I can't read newspapers and send text messages to my buds? But, look at my eyes. They're MAGIC!


The beautiful people! The beautiful people!


They weird part about this, is that this is a parade in my neighborhood, but really it looked like 5 days in Little Five Points all in one.


I'm sorry Ambre. But in order to keep rocking my world I'm gonna need to get to know the inside of your mouth better.
More to look at this way.

I know. I know. I know.

This isn't much of an update, but I did make this.

I was looking for a job and then I found a job

Sorry it's been a minute but my summer has been like a Morrissey song, complete with dramatic ambiguity and androgynous dancing, but other than that check out the Flickr.

...And heaven knows i'm miserable now.

New Trash

Here's a few more from the ongoing, freestyle cardboard series. I'll gladly sell these for tickets to The Dark Knight.

Jumping on the bandwagon

A few months ago I bought a new bike. Now, I don't really know much about bicycles, but a few months back, a friend of mine who rides a fixed gear told me it was the way to go. It seemed to make perfect sense to me, being that the whole single speed/gear aspect appealed to simple needs in a bike. When I bought my bike, it was not only a single speed but also had a flip-flop hub, meaning it was a free wheel on one side, or fixed gear on the other. After riding my little ghetto whip as a free wheel, I switched the hub and tried it "fixie." The perpetual motion felt really strange at first because of the constant pedaling, but at the same time it felt like it really made sense, and I actually felt a little more in control of what I was doing.
In my hipster-hideout of a neighborhood, it's pretty easy to see that fixed gear bikes are the new skateboard. Being as that I am already part of the coolest kids on earth club, I really wasn't psyched about joining into a new trend and having to deal with being a noob. In addition to not being an already 10 year veteran of fixies, I would have to endure comparing Italian Vintage parts, tight pants and blah blah blah. I would probably feel an awful like that kid from the movie North Shore:

So yeah, it's just a bike. What's the big deal? After watching the DVD Mash SF I saw this clip, and it totally make sense.

I am totally ready to bail down some hills, and eat pavement! Also, watching that video made me want to listen to M83 again... Or rather at all. Their albums didn't make much sense to me when I listened to them in the past. But now I get it. Their music sounds so much better while involved in near death experiences. Drama Rock and Bikes might be my Modus Operandi for the rest of summer! Or at least until I get laughed out of Reynoldstown because my cut-off jeans aren't short enough.

New Trash for Old

A little while back I collected a lot of scrap paper from previous and failed projects and started working on really quick collage/paintings without much thought, just to see how they turn out. These two I'm pretty happy with.

Am I Psychic?!

Earlier today I was at the Post Office, when a few people in front of me I noticed a girl with a tattoo of a circus seal. It looked just like this:

Same pose and everything, only this appeared to be the only tattoo that was visible. I love interesting and comical tattoos and really wanted to ask her about hers, but stopped because: A.) Maybe it's symbolic to her time working for PETA, freeing circus seals and bringing it up, will dig up horrid tales of PETA missions gone wrong. and B.) In about 23 seconds I won't care about it anyway.
So at about the 22.5 second mark of my attention span, a woman behind me asks me about my tattoo, which is based off of this:

I give her a simple definition and continue buying my stamps. (Geez, I kinda sound like an old lady... At the Post Office mid morning, buying stamps) So for probably the next few hours I'm going to work on my psychic abilities. If I don't post any results before the end of today, it means they worked and I am now in the future... Where internets and common sense no longer exist.

Not Much

Thursday's TooMuchMarioKartGottaCleantheHouse Playlist:

Portishead - Third


Clark - Turning Dragon


Liars - Liars


Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Is Is


TV on the Radio - Young Liars


Felix Da Housecat - A Bugged Out Mix


Coldcut - Journeys by DJ: 70 Minutes of Madness


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It's a nice day.

So here's a video of Radiohead doing a cover of Ceremony by Joy Division.

Start! Goal?

This is like a month old, but for my birthday, Sasha got me this really cute and ka-razee action figure. He comes disassembled and made out of paper:

That is what the front of the package looks like. Then I turned his package around to get some more info on the little guy:

I really couldn't make out any of this, but from what I gather, he enjoys taking vacations and is often unsure about reaching goals. I assume as much about myself, so I figure me and Paper Plane Robot have a lot in common. Also, he looks good chilling with the rest of my vinyl posse.

Also, this sporting young lad.

As you can see from this other paper robot, this one is enthusiastic about soccer and he is sponsored by Coors.

Speaking of vinyl, I used to have a faux-career* long ago as a DJ, but haven't done it in quite some time. Anyways, this video brings back a lot of memories and has really put the bug in me to drag out the ol' 1s and 2s and start making mixtapes... (cough) I mean mixes in varying formats from CD to MP3, podcast, etc. again.


* By faux-career in DJing I meant that I put in all the work of a real DJ if not more, but never cared enough to follow it as a commercial prospect because I refused to do requests, weddings or your kid's shitty middle school dance. WTF is Serato anyway?

The Wraith

No, not The Wrath as in "Star Trek: The Wrath o' Khan," but the The Wraith as in overlooked bad ass movie from the 80s. While on holiday in Maui, my brother asked me if I remember a movie about a hot rod that challenged other dudes to races and then killed them as revenge. Wait here's the IMDB version of what I just said:

Packard Walsh and his motorized gang lord and terrorize an Arizona desert town, where they force boys to drag-race so they can 'win' their vehicles. After they beat the decent teenager Jamie Hankins to death, dragging him from his girlfriend while they made love, a mysterious power creates Jake Kesey, an extremely cool motor-biker, who has a car which makes invincible. Jake befriends Jamie's girlfriend Keri Johnson, takes Jamie's sweet brother Bill under his wing and manages what sheriff Loomis couldn't: eliminate Packard's criminal gang the hard way...

This wasn't Charlie Sheen's first movie, but aside from Major League, this is the toughest he's ever been. He hardly speaks, he dresses like a porn star, and he gets to make the love with Sherilyn Fenn. Oh, I should also mention that he's an alien who kills people with his car! I really do miss the anything and everything goes imagination of movies from the 80s. Maybe next week I'll talk more about awesome movies from the golden age of cable TV cinema. For now here's a montage that I wish I created which puts The Wraith in a nice little, leather vest of a package. Please to enjoy.

Ever Given Yourself A Stranger?

Sorry I've been away for so long. I have been out of town or busy and while I was being a stranger, I saw the movie The Strangers. Ironic, huh? Nope. Just dumb. I could go on about that, but there is more to rant about later. In the meantime/in between time here's some images from my recent trip to Maui.


Maui, Hawaii

Spring Fever

Got my season pass for Six Flags over Redneckapalooza. Seriously, this theme park is like the Funnel Cake of the human race. Pictures coming over the summer.

To Be Young and In Love

Is this the real life

Is this just fantasy

Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see...


So yeah, the best reason to own a Wii landed this weekend. This game brings back memories of staying up really late, listening to drum & bass records and burning fools on the 150CC circuit. That's Pro Status to those too interested in parties & bullshit. Nothing has brought me more adventure, laughter, drama, sheer terror and pure anger like this game, and now I get to share it with Miss Von. I was a little hesitant at first that she might not like it, considering you not only have to drive, but also do battle with Italians, Sea Creatures and babies, but she got the hang of it. The great thing about Mario Kart is that there is always a certain point, much like falling in love with a human that something ignites, sparks fly and you know you've found the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. For Miss Von it was when she was close to the finish line, something had sabotaged her progress and she began yelling repeatedly, "F*ck You! F*ck You! F*CK YOU!!! She was in love and their was no turning back.

I care because you do

This weekend Sasha and I bought some new bicycles. They didn't have the luxury tandem model with the added La-Z-Boy Chair for a pug dog, like we asked. Sasha, did however get the Cadillac of Cruiser Bikes.

And I got what was later explained to me as "The Ultimate Hipster Bike." I really wasn't looking for street cred in the white belt mafia, but I did want something that was, as I put it "Murdered out and fast as hell."


Also, I'm making a limited edition set of prints to sell for cheap. The design itself, will be the same, but each sheet of paper will be given its own "Invisible Touch," like the Phil Collins song, to make each one unique. More on that soon.

Be a good person and buy my bike!

At Work Again

Where every day is certainly NOT like Sunday.

Early Spring Motivation

This was taken from this month's issue of Wired.

Political Humor (not mine)

Today at lunch I was sitting in traffic, because in the part of town I work, that's what people do to spend their lunch breaks. They sit in traffic. While I was on the way back from 1 mile, 45 minute drive to get gas I saw possibly the dumbest and least humorous bumper sticker ever. The sticker was attached to a Range Rover and read "I'm not voting for Monica Lewisnky's Ex-Boyfriend's Wife for President!" I'm sorry, who aren't you voting for? Personally I found that sticker to be offensive to the english language as well as D grade comedy in general. It's an incredibly asinine way for Old Farts in Range Rovers to say "I'm not voting for Hillary Clinton," which by the way, nobody cares who you aren't voting for! I have a pretty low tolerance for bumper stickers in general, but this was one hurt. The only thing I think that could have made the sticker comical was having a sticker next to it, that reads "Vote YES on dead horse beatings!"
A Monica Lewinsky joke in 2008? Really?! Should I maybe join this band wagon of bumper humor with a sticker that reads, "Who would vote for a woman whose husband didn't inhale!" or maybe I can start a throwback bumper sticker trend with zingers like, "Don't look at me, I voted for Dukakis!" Either i'm on to something or I dropped the plot completely.

Busy

I've been busy with my own little campaign of perpetual awesomeness, but probably my largest task has been redoing my signature. I'm pretty sure i'll be going with this one:

But it might not fit on most bar tabs. We'll make it work.

Ever Heard of Vertigo?

Well there ain't nowhere else to go.

Detail:

Corey Worthington - Teenager of the Year

Had the film, Fast Times at Ridgemont High been made today, the character of Jeff Spicoli would have been based on this kid from Australia, Corey Worthington. Is he a teen brat as News.Com Australia is reporting? Or is he the teenager of the year, as I am reporting? Watch the report and find out.

"I'll say sorry, but i'm not taking off my glasses."

Old Donations

Back in November, there was a group show at Mint Gallery to donate a series of 4X6 inch paintings. Here was my contribution.