Saturday, May 2, 2009
"STREETWEAR IS THE WORST. ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU CALL IT STREETWEAR."
Double dipped by CURBS ONLY at 3:51 AM
DON'T CALL YOURSELF AN ART CURATOR, IF YOU CAN'T EVEN CURATE YOUR OWN FUCKING BLOG
Double dipped by CURBS ONLY at 3:34 AM
really. fags. as much as i don't give a fuck about what people do to each others' dicks and buttholes, it does bother me when assholes try to start shit with me. especially when a group of weird guys try to hit up one of my best friends for a cigarette by trying to utilize their weird, androgynous, appeal to caress her shoulders for a loosey. to which she's physically weirded out and uncomfortable. it's fucking creepy even before you know their sexual orientation. so why should it be any different what they end up revealing themselves as.. a bunch of gays? oh so you want to be treated equally yet you wanted to be treated differently when girls intially find you just as creepy as any other group of males on the corner of manhattan and driggs invading their space? and then you continue to take it personally when i call you the fuck out on being a creep regardless? to which you retort i need to bleach my hair again? and then i perpetuate by calling you a bunch of faggots that need to fuck off? why don't you try not treating everyone else like they love being touched by your peens.
the best part is that as over as it all seemed to be when we got to my friends borrowed pick up truck, a solid block later, one of these still "offended" assholes tried to run an additional block out of his way to ash his cigarette on the passenger side window at the stoplight. it's a good thing it wasn't a toyota corolla otherwise i would have figured my ass out of the passenger side.
the funny thing is that i had a feeling one of these kids was going to run up on us with some bullshit. i even mentioned it beforehand as a possibility but immediately dismissed it verbally as an obvious paranoia. i guess i wasn't as paranoid as i thought i was? it's funny when that happens. because you realize that as an oblivious, unknowing, paranoid being, you too, can sometimes be accurately intuitive.
the point of the story is that, popeye's jambalaya is apparently back and always drive big trucks in brooklyn that you're actually familiar with operating, so you can run assholes over, bears or not. and i really don't care if anyone's offended by me, because i'm offended almost everyday. i'm actually offended by the fact that some people out there feel they have the legal right to feel less offended than others.
Friday, May 1, 2009
1:13AM Friday morning. There are several things I never noticed about my apartment before. One of them being that I never realized how graphically I can hear my upstairs neighbors having sex. Or at least how frequently he does. One night I noticed a rumbling, intense, vibration coming from above my room. It was so fucking weird. like a slow, weird galloping sound which eventually progressed into a full throttle kentucky derby. Gross!! it usually lasts a tormenting ten solid minutes of hardcore mattress bouncing. I wish nobody would have sex because I like forgetting that it exists when I'm alone in my room thinking about ways to fall asleep. Which is like every night. BOOOOOOOO!! Thank God for these radio shack headphones.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
SHINE A LIGHT
not trying to be a hater but i heart skate mom stickers? i don't know about that. and trust me, i've seen pregnant girls trying to do manuels off of embarcaderro. sketchy business.
halsey and tracey. tracey, future i heart skate mom?
last weekend was super hot. in the eighties. it's been predominately 50 or so degrees which isn't as bad as the 30's, but really though, kind of dying for some consistent warm weather.
andreas in town! a whole bunch of sf lurkers were at the bar. The place was fucking packed, I just sat by the door all night. You'd literally see somebody one minute and never see them the rest of the night, people were just getting sucked into weird unseen portals.
zoe. I take really flattering photos of people. But it's okay I was actually take a photp of the wooden beer box.
billy rohan out and about. he was ny1's new yorker of the month this month for running high school physical education skateboarding classes. pretty dope, new yorker of the month. billy's communally rigged spots like 12th and a are definitely better to have around than nothing at all.
lurker lou feelin' himself
i forget that guy's name (sorry) but i used to see him skating berkeley/alameda all the time. he asked me how long i lived here and i said 4 years. crazy, four fucking years already. he then replied something like "good for you." he didn't say it in any particular way, but i couldn't help but think, "wow, is it good for me?" i guess i'm better off, i've learned a lot of things and have met a lot of amazing, genuine people in my four years here so maybe he's right.
Indorf as a really long, long haired.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
MY WEIRD CORNER
my other, other life at vogel's apprenticing for men's footwear and equestrian boots. I started apprenticing here maybe a year ago and it was like being in a candy store. three floors of machines i'd never seen before, and boisterous men, hammering and stitching away at uppers. there is nothing like being able to see things created in front of you that remind you of what is possible. A majority of these guys make shoes for the practicality of it as an occupation skill. Whereas I came into it differently. Given the cultural circumstances. As an American, being able to even explore the world of shoemaking has been far removed from any traditional platform of industry, or even as a practical avenue of fashion.
My weird corner. Working on some patterns. Working on a bottle of water.
Mr. Lee peepin' his lotto tickets. He kept telling me of the various ways he'd spend his millions. All ways included never working again.
David and Mr. Lee having a whale of a time!!
COMIC BOOK FANTASIES
Who watches this stuff anyway? Miss USA. I tried watching a bit of it on Hulu like a week ago, but it was really painful. the redundancy of a tanned sea of endless legs swathed in Jessica Simpson bikinis. However, one thing is for certain. There will always be some non political correct answer that gets so blown out by the media because it is usually entertaining to see and hear spontaneous sentence building and opinion forming. Last year it was the chick that responded to the lack of maps question like a fucking idiot. But it's probably funnier that people expect NPR's All Things Considered from their answers. Secretly, I think we all feel a little bit better seeing our own stereotypes of beauty pageants being verbally reaffirmed. But even more secretly, I kind of hope for the day some chick proves me the fuck wrong. Because let's face it, these girls are the ultimate underdogs. Obvious examples of social standards of beauty, yet jokeable to millions. It's actually kind of sad. You can't help but think the millions of people that pay attention to this kind of shit have already prejudged the content.
Anyway, apparently, Miss California was given the gay marriage question and dropped the politically correct ball like the bible thumping American she is. People say it costed her the crown, but who cares. In real life, outside of NBC, people drop the ball everyday. Ultimately, the issue of gay marriage is totally relevant, just as much as the economy, jobs, and everything else that highlights our current society. This guy Perez Hilton who is an openly gay celebrity blogger was so pissed at her answer he called her a bitch and cunt post-show out of his own intense dissatisfaction of her answer. Yeah pick a fight with a religious pageant queen, there is nothing already fundamentally flawed in your anger fueled approach to pin a bigot on national tv.
Though her answer was a giant grammatical fumble and she used terms like " opposite marriage," it was still an answer that reflected her honest opinion. I continually don't understand why people get so upset when they play with nationally televised matches, and expect not to get their civil liberties burned in front of them?
I also think it's a bit ridiculous to funnel that much anger into a potential Miss America. If Miss America should represent the United States accurately through her being and thoughts, she would be looking ten times more fucked up, and sounding ten times worse. This is not Switzerland where literacy is like 100%. This is fucking America, people need to lay off the Disney endings and learn to deal with other peoples opinions. Otherwise, you can take on the whole fucking world, one anti-gay, pro life, anti-room temperature orange juice motherfucker at a time.
MY ANKLE IS FUCKING KILLING ME. IT'S 825 AM AND 73 DEGREES.
Double dipped by CURBS ONLY at 8:46 AM
Monday, April 27, 2009
ANN ARBOR, Mich., April 24 (UPI) -- A Michigan teacher guiding students around the University of Michigan campus was attacked by an irate squirrel when she tried to help one of its young.
The teacher, from Detroit, spotted the squirrels Thursday as she ushered her students through a campus tour, The Ann Arbor News reported Friday. She noticed the young squirrels were not in their nest and a crow was eyeing one that appeared to have been left behind.
The teacher, whose name was not reported, first tried to shoo the crow away from the squirrels and then to draw the mother's attention to the danger. The mother squirrel instead turned on the teacher.
Diane Brown, a spokeswoman for the Detroit Public Schools, said the teacher fell while running back to the bus to get away from the angry squirrel. The animal bit or scratched her ankle, but the teacher was able to get up and escape.
the title of this article was " UNGRATEFUL SQUIRREL ATTACKS TEACHER." I'M SURE THE WOMAN APPEARED AS A CRAZY BEAST, POUNDING ON HER CHEST TRYING TO EAT THE SQUIRREL'S BABIES. UNGRATEFUL? IT'S A SQUIRREL. NEXT TIME LET NATURE RUN IT'S COURSE. YOUR ANKLES WILL BE SAFER IN THE LONG RUN.
Double dipped by CURBS ONLY at 1:27 PM