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July 31, 2004
July 28, 2004 Happy Birthday Lisa! Generate a scandal. I just did this one: JIM
C. INDICTED FOR TAX EVASION, MISAPPROPRIATION OF FUNDS Oh, that Daily Show. Liz sent me this link for a group of people who have been snatching up pink clothes at the GD. July 27, 2004 Jim M, in collaboration with his friends Larry and Bram just finished this righteous comic book entitled "WHAT ARE YOU VOTING FOR?" And while they only printed a limited number, you lucky kids can see and read the whole thing on line. Pass on the link and for gods sake, register to vote! Oh, and don't vote Bush! Or Jim M. will kick your motherfucking asses.
July 26, 2004 Siren wrap up. We went, we drank, we got sunburn. I paid very little attention to the bands and lots of attention to what freaks were wearing. Monte was working the bar in the VIP section, so my favorite point of the evening was getting in the bathroom line, politely yelling over to Monte for beer and having it brought to me in line. That is service, my friends. Most likely you have seen this already - but if not you can check out the "this land is your land" spoof at jibjab.com. But I bet you didn't see "I gave my cat an enema." Or that monkey who has taken to walking upright. Since when is boys not tucking their shirts in rebellious fashion? I could not name a guy that I know that has tucked his shirt in the past 10 years. That NY Times, always on the cutting edge. New: self cleaning clothes. I'm down. Certainly beats "hemp" clothing - the benefits of which I have never been quite clear on. So they are made of pot, but you can't smoke them and the material itself looks like an earth toned gunney sack. And, I repeat, you can't smoke it. Jen and I were once standing on the street late at night and were invited by complete strangers to a "slow dance party". We did not attend. This sounds even more creepy. Oh and just for the record, last night's episode of Six Feet Under completely made up for last week's episode in which I found myself yelling at the screen "get the hell out of there!" "don't go towards the guy!" "now's your chance to get out of there asshole" as if I were in a public movie theater watching some bad Friday the 13th installment. Bullshit man. I'm just looking for straight up death, sex, and exitentialist questions on life. Six Feet Under may do drug depictions better than any other show and last night was right on the money. Although, I will admit I was shocked to find out there was a drug out there I did not know about. Lock your kids up, AMT hits the streets. July 19, 2003 Siren was fun, although I didn't spend any more than five minutes watching any band. I ran around and took pictures of people I didn't know...like this girl who was wearing a pair of shorts that I became obsessed with.
Or random people's feet
Or this half naked gentleman who was kind enough to pose for me.
July 16, 2003 What is with all this time I have on my hands to post this week? It's almost embarassing. Quick links: Watch Danzig get a deserved beat down. New York Dolls bassist Arthur Kane dies. Figure out what your friends and acquaintances are making. Note to self: fast food cook not the career opportunity I was looking for. The Assistant is flat out funny. Siren Festival tomorrow, rain or shine. Hopefully shine. July 15, 2004 The 89th season of the Real World - Real World San Diego - ended this week. And I just have to say, it was great. Even the girls got arrested this season. I don't know how any other cast will surpass this particular one. There will have to be gun play. MTV could shoot it somewhere in VA where packing heat is completely legal. BTW: What happened to the rape allegations at the San Diego house? That story just dropped off the face of the earth. Atkins is soooo over. American's search for a new magic bullet - bulimia considered as a replacement. I think bulimia is so late 80's/early 90's that it is hot again. I also heard Aisha Tyler got hated on for doing bulimia jokes. I like Aisha Tyler. Vice's Photo Issue. My favorite photos that ran in Vice were Ashkan Sahihi's " The Drug Series". They don't seem to be up there anymore however. When I was searching for them I found these fun shots of actual drugs, then this scary duo of a meth addict. Then I just started looking up photographers I like, like Ryan McGinley and Nan Goldin. Now you see how my mind works. Fascinating, is it not? July 13, 2004 Sitting around the house.
The bands on our arms I have christened "the cuff". I wear one at my office to cover the tattoos on my forearm. That pink one on Jenny is my office cuff. But she just brought me the white one with black polka dots as a present, so now I have a variety to choose from. The guys in the office down the hall call me Allen Iverson. I didn't get it before, but apparently he has tattoos that were deemed obscene by the NBA and also has to wear a cuff to work too. And an entire arm band as well. So I guess I am lucky.
Speaking of tattoos, this is my new one:
What makes it so amazing is that it is cover work and it looks so pretty and non- muddy. The end. July 12, 2004 I have been feeling sorry for myself all day for having worked the majority of the weekend, unable to enjoy the beautiful weather we had, instead chained to my computer, partially blinded by staring into a moniter for too long. Slightly dramatic, but nonetheless true. But y'know, it was nothing compared to what C-Lo went through this weekend. (Yes. We are back to this. I had seriously pulled myself back off the subject, but the news...it just gets more bizarre by the day. And honestly, this would be as intriguing a tale of decent into madness if some random neighbor of mine was leading this life. Of course, then it wouldn't be all over the internet and thus, I wouldn't be subjecting everyone else to my obsession...but just run with me, ok?) So here it is: Courtney wanders the streets of New York, bumming cigarettes off of strangers, later is taken from her apartment on a stretcher offering only the cryptic words, "Why?" and "Help.", is taken to Bellevue and a bench warrent is issued for her arrest in LA. I've been to Bellevue before... only to visit of course. Really. I used to bartend at this club, that shall remain nameless, that had a very swift cocaine business operating at the time. And to make a very long story short: Willy, the guy who was distributing to the patrons, either was hitting the stash too hard, or had disrespected his superiors... I have never been clear on which, but the next guy up in the organization ...and it is very kind of me to refer to this as any kind of organized anything, as it was more a bunch of scary, thug-like, not-so-bright dudes with drugs, but they did have a hierarchy...Anyhow, this guy Panama came in and broke Willy's leg in three places. And they took Willy to Bellevue. Up until that point, I thought Bellevue was just a big psyche ward and a threat from parents as to where you would end up or where you would drive them one day. But I guess Bellevue is also where they take you when you have no insurance. The good news is, I went to visit Willy there and it was not as dirty or scary as I thought it would be. And his room had an amazing view over the East River. Prime real estate, I tell you. Fun club-working story in the Times. Not the seventies, folks. Let's stop it with the crime wave. Trouble at the Real World house in Philly. Hmmm...does that sound like the lamest Real World assignment ever? Does anyone really want to live in Philly, even for 6 months? Even in a luxury Ikea/Urban Outfitters styled apartment? Reminder for the garage show...I'm there. July 8, 2004 "I didn't think it was physically possible, but this both sucks and blows." - Bart Simpson Yup, its been one of those days... Good lord... I love to travel and had a great time hangin' in the country last weekend, but coming back to work after a vacation SUCKS. Did I mention I finally picked up some Rap Snacks while in Chicago? They were honeydew cheese flavor and NASTY. Jim pointed out to me that Bel Biv Devoe was on the package and thus they were probably from 1994. Totally worth it though. Jim drove Kev and I to Virginia and back. He has been having this crazy allergic reaction to all things plastic, latex and nickel, and it turns out those compounds are in a million things that we all use daily. Things like the pole you use to hold yourself stable on the subway and the steering wheel of a car. So by the time we got to VA, Jim's hands were all broken out in hives and red welts. Poor thing had to wear gardening gloves on the way back, as both my brother and I can't drive. I do have a license that was issued by the state of Virginia, but they will obviously let anyone drive. Jim tried to teach me to drive once and it turned out a little like this. Job predictor. My perfect title: Evil Boss. Take that as you will. I've gotten a whole bunch of people to try this lip shit that Anne gave me and they all instantly regretted it. So much fun in one little package, it's amazing. Best DWI defense ever: I was not drunk, I was "over-served". The mug shot is hot too. Best dive bar name ever: Filthy McNasty's. Does your ketchup support democrats? July 6, 2004 In Sperryville, Virginia to celebrate the 4th. Population: 1,312. Don't quote me on that - I just found that fact on the inernet two seconds ago. But that's cool right? That's like the population of our block in New York.
There were many dogs there. Lucy was the meanest of the bunch.
This chicken was living behind the restaurant we went to one night. It didn't like me and pecked me on the ass as soon as my back was turned.
And there were also slugs - Just hanging off the outside of the house, creeping the shit outta me.
Kevin spent some time riding around on a kid's mini bike.
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