Friday, June 29, 2012

fuck you carly rae, this is the song of the summer.

hey shawty lemme hollaatchu

the blog LIVES

I finally figured out how to update my facebook to my twitter AND my blog. I just had to link my blog to my twitter and my Twitter to my Facebook and download all the corresponding apps on my phone and coordinate my passwords. Now I just need to get my Instagrams to post to my blog because instagram only reposts to facebook and twitter so if I want my pics to show up on my blog id have to repost them on blogger which would could cause a re-repost on my Twitter and facebook...and the last thing I want to be is redundant.


....maybe I should start a Tumblr...
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#themostfuckedupthingyouwillwatchtoday

Sunday, June 10, 2012

moonlight kingdom

Union square. This is what's happening....tourists sharing cigars with a stranger. Tweaker huffing computer duster. Late bloomers playing Magic the Gathering. Black punks. OWS. Couples.
Photo bombing. Japanese people. A guy playing trombone. A guy taking pictures. A guy playing guitar. People coming.people going. People standing. People sitting. Reading sleeping walking talking. People with dogs. "I love this time early in summer...when its still new for them"
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Friday, April 13, 2012

Pretty Lights - Finally Moving

All These Things I Do...

I Do For Love by Morris Stegosaurus






I saw this poet perform his poems at the Nuyorican Poets Cafe on the lower east side in a pre- 911 world
I sat at the bar that served only beer and wine and told him how much I enjoyed his performance and he sold me this self published collection...I think it was $10. (Edition 5 - Susan Lucci Press c. 2000)

http://www.nuyorican.org/

Here is an excerpt from one of my favorite poems from this collection

from Intercosmogalactic Warlord Cantata of Love

"...I am the last Fig Newton in an otherwise pedestrian box of Fig Newtons - the one stuck way at the bottom that you can't get out no matter how you wiggle your finger, until that glorious moment when it POPS out and you eat it, and the fruit is so much fruitier and the cake is so much more incredibly cakey than you ever imagined it could be, even in your most decadent, extravagant, baroque, rococo fantasies and you practically burst with fruity and cakey and cakey and fruity satisfaction and delight and I, I am that Fig Newton to you - oh it's true, it's true: a cookie is just a cookie,but I am your fruit! And your cake."

Friday, March 30, 2012

oh 2006...

Duh. I have a blog

So I kinda forgot I have a blog...but yet here it is.
Oh this technological age we live in - it is hurly burly and full of all the things we forgot and have yet to know.

I hereby ressurect you, dear blog.
Eventhough my readership is non-exisitent here to fore.

I read some Vonnegut the other day and came acros that thing he says about writing with a specific person in mind to read it. I guess I havent had one of those in mind in a while. So maybe I'll just write what I want to read...
Yeah, thats the ticket.

Thank you Mr. Jonathan Schwartz

as always, she was late

What we talk about when we talk about love

This.







& this.