February 2012
32 posts
Photophile: Monday to Thursday
Kate Moss decked in Supreme. Gimmee that simple tee. These ads are posted up all around the Essex—Rivington—Eldridge—Allen—etc. sect in the Lower East Side. Went to this new favorite spot that Stephen took me to one time. I was buying time before going to meet up with my friend Benji for a show that his friends were putting on. This time I chose the flavors Honey...
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Art Review: Will Ryman, Anyone and No One...
There are a lot of eccentric things you can do with a paintbrush. Use it to sweep the dust off the tops of crown molding corners (handy). Use it to disturb your sleeping cat (cruel, but effective). Use it to secure your hair in a samurai top knot (kawaii desu ne?). Use it to baste your dehydrated turkey (desperate Thanksgiving hysteria). Use it for art (and not in the way you would think). Let’s...
Dad + Mom y Casa de Bandini
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Midweek: Froggin' Throats--Lenten Blues--Wednesday...
Shan and I are starting to feel scratchiness in our throats when we wake up in the morning—a pretty typical itch at the end of February. I haven’t reached full phlegm-mode yet. You know, the kind where you’re stumbling out of bed at three-thirty in the morning in a coughing fit to spit mucus into the sink? I’m hoping my homemade humidifier (a medium-sized pot of boiling...
Photophile: Death by Audio
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Iconic Rather Than Grounded
“How do postmodern issues differ from modern ones?
It’s ‘the vision thing’ as Bush the Elder put it so famously. But in order to undersetand what that means, progressives need to look in the mirror. Bush’s original phrasing betrayed his own lack in terms that were easy to mock; quoting was enough. But quoters got a way with implying, just by quoting, that, unlike...
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recherché postmodernism
A literary genre typified by a strong contrast between elaborately absurd prose, plotting, or characterization and careful, detailed investigations of real specific social phenomena.
Valentine's Day Recap
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Something Stirring--Don't Know Quite What
I was chatting with Dad on the phone last night and we were talking about what sort of plans I might be thinking about this summer and he remarked that it would be nice to come home and relax on the beach all summer, no? And I thought about it and the idea sounded very dreamy and lovely, but if given too much time under the sun and in the water and in the sand…I’d go mad I should...
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Music Review: Rules (2009) by The Whitest Boy...
The first time I grabbed a hold of The Whitest Boy Alive’s music I was fifteen and eager to listen to any mixed CDs the stoner crowd at my high school slipped me in Mrs. Kuebitz’s Spanish class. The boys who gave me these mixes were already burnouts in their mid-teens and they spellbound me. They were like perpetual jokers, without fear of consequences and no real feelings—if they had any, they...
PhotoPile: Park Avenue Breakfast--Marvin From...
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I Believe in Your Victory | This Will Destroy You
There stands the glass, that
There stands the glass, that will ease all my pain, that will settle my brain, it’s my first one today.
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“A Democratic Spirit is one that combines rigor and humility, i.e., passionate...”
– David Foster Wallace
Early February in Photografias: School, Soul...
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Horrible and Unrevised Version, Will Revise in...
“This instrument can teach, it can illuminate; yes, and it can even inspire. But it can do so only to the extent that humans are determined to use it to those ends. Otherwise it is merely wires and lights in a box. There is a great and perhaps decisive battle to be fought against ignorance, intolerance and indifference. This weapon of television could be useful.”
These are the words of American...
Taken by Rachel Manning from 8 February 2012 ///...
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7 February 2012
We’re going out to a show tonight in Williamsburg though we sure aren’t acting like it! We’re setting out in a half hour and I’m still hunched over the end of the bed, an empty bowl to my right (it was recently filled and emptied of curried cauliflower and brown rice), with jeans and a mediocre sweater on. I’m tres excited, but weirdly calmer than usual before a show!...
Taken by Rachel Manning from 2 February 2012
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Scavenging For Bright Ideas
I can’t seem to come by any good ones lately. I’m not even aiming for any type of bright idea, either. Just anything that comes along will do fine to liven things up a bit. I feel like I’m grabbing at air right now. It’ll probably be good that I’m getting back into doing creative things again now that I have the time. I couldn’t resist and bought an identical...
Taken by Haley Manning from 4 February 2012
The public has adjusted to
The public has adjusted to incoherence and been amused into indifference.
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Try Not To Be The King Of The Eyesores
People are getting too serious out here. I know far too many people who are painfully self-aware of their actions and stricken with the fear of their consequences. It would be ignorant for me to declare that negating worry and the weighing of outcomes is a true solution, because it would be impossible to even try to undertake such course. The solution I would seek would be to first determine what...
1 February 2011
I had a good dream last night. It was a montage of all the good times back in CA—laughing with Hannie, brunches on the patio with Mom + Dad, that time last summer when Eri, Greg, and I drove to Del Mar to test out the skim boards and grabbed burritos at some random beach shack, or over this recent winter break when Greg drove me out to Mission Beach in his white jeep with our longboards...
January 2012
46 posts
Moche Valley, Chimu
Moche Valley, Chimu
Getting the watercolor set out tonight for the...
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25 January 2012
Jumped the gun and went to see Girl With The Dragon Tattoo (2011) in theatres before reading the book. Alex and Shannon were all for it so I figured I’d go too. I didn’t have any expectations for it really, but I walked away calling it disturbing, intriguing, stimulating, wild, and frightening. I’ve got a copy of the book wedged in one of the stacks of novels sitting under my...
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North Country Blues
Come gather ’round friends
And I’ll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron pits ran plenty
But the cardboard filled windows
And old men on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty
In the north end of town
My own children are grown
But I was raised on the other
In the wee hours of youth
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured
As the years...
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Pining for----
The drear outside is making me dream about the days when my Dad finally gives into my Mom’s coaxing to start up a wine vineyard (which absolutely must happen)…the air will be warm and dry and on a good day there’ll be a breeze blowing with thin, ribbon-like, wispy clouds in the sky. The best part of all will be the sunshine making everything look like it was created in a lovely,...
I've been neglecting you, TUMBLR...been too lost...
http://www.pinterest.com/littlenia
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20 January 2012
I do believe that I am quite tired of talking about metaphysics. After a while it all blends into a din of doubt and confusion on the proper reason for the existence of things and I find my eyes rolling at the entire conversation of it because really, what does it matter? I am not saying that it is unimportant to try and understand the fulcrums of our being, but one can only take the reductionary...
From When Mazetti Came to Town
Morning With the Little Buddy
So here’s the story: We were playing Peter Pan, and little Henry was supposed to be one of the lost boys named Tootles, looking down into the Mermaid’s Lagoon (huge pile of pillows) to jump in for a swim.