Saturday, March 19, 2011


Saw this posted on facebook. Skater beef! Billy Rohan vs. Fronandez vs. Random Glitter Ghoul

Throwing in a Beach Boys youtube, since someone posted this as well. And I guess as cool as it is to say things like "fuck this life" and "fuck my life" , I'll just say the beach boys can ease the edge of a $100 subway fine.

Thursday, March 17, 2011


Wednesday, March 16, 2011


Wait bitches like this go to UCLA and don't even know the difference between China and Japan? Did someone say Political Sci theories? The only worthwhile epiphany this girl could get in a library is to put a shirt on or that layers of make up doesn't actually make you look better. I'm sure her mom taught her how to say "Ching Chong Ling Long Ting Tong" because that's what all nice American moms teach their nice "All American" daughters. And let's never assume that out of the "hoards of Asians" that are let into UCLA, none of them are actually from the United States. Best retort to this youtube below. Did I mention best, hilarious, retort below?


Craft of the Day: Boyfriend Bookmarks

1 photo
1 awl
1 piece of discarded string

Cut out your favorite part of the photo.

Using your awl, poke a hole through the top, preferably the beanie your boyfriend is wearing and not his forehead. Use
working bookmark at will.

Currently reading "Just Kids" by Patti Smith. Awesome. Thanks to a suggestion from my friend Katie. Below is an excerpt from the book.

" I was wearing a long rayon navy dress with white polka dots and a straw hat, my East of Eden outfit. At the table to my left, Janis Joplin was holding court with her band. To my far right were Grace Slick and the Jefferson Airplane, along with members of Country Joe and the Fish. At the last table facing the door was Jimi Hendrix, his head lowered, eating with his hat on, across from a blonde. There were musicians everywhere, sitting before tables laid with mounds of shrimp with green sauce, paella, pitchers of sangria, and bottles of tequila.

I stood there amazed, yet I didn't feel like an intruder. The Chelsea was my home and the El Quixote my bar. There were no security guards, no pervasive sense of privilege. They were here for the Woodstock festival, but I was so afflicted by hotel oblivion that I wasn't aware of the festival or what it meant.

Grace Slick got up and brushed past me. She was wearing a floor-lenth tie-dyed dress and had dark violent eyes like Liz Taylor.

"Hello," I said, noticing I was taller.
"Hello yourself," she said.
When I went back up stairs I felt an inexplicable sense of kinship with these people, though I had no way to interpret my feelings of prescience. I could never have predicted that I would one day walk in their path. At that moment, I was a gangly twenty-two-year-old book clerk, struggling simultaneously with several unfinished poems."

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

According to a Facebook post from Butch Japan president Kenn Sakurai, both dogs were found alive in Mito, Ibaraki, thanks to the efforts of Japan Earthquake Animal Rescue and Support, and are currently in the care of a local shelter.

Why is there no looting in Japan?

By Ed West World Last updated: March 14th, 2011

The landscape of parts of Japan looks like the aftermath of World War Two; no industrialised country since then has suffered such a death toll. The one tiny, tiny consolation is the extent to which it shows how humanity can rally round in times of adversity, with heroic British rescue teams joining colleagues from the US and elsewhere to fly out.

And solidarity seems especially strong in Japan itself. Perhaps even more impressive than Japan’s technological power is its social strength, with supermarkets cutting prices and vending machine owners giving out free drinks as people work together to survive. Most noticeably of all, there has been no looting, and I’m not the only one curious about this.

This is quite unusual among human cultures, and it’s unlikely it would be the case in Britain. During the 2007 floods in the West Country abandoned cars were broken into and free packs of bottled water were stolen. There was looting in Chile after the earthquake last year – so much so that troops were sent in; in New Orleans, Hurricane Katrina saw looting on a shocking scale.

Why do some cultures react to disaster by reverting to everyone for himself, but others – especially the Japanese – display altruism even in adversity?-via

Japanese residents queue up in an orderly fashion outside a 7-Eleven; despite limited access to basic necessities, there has been no widespread looting after the catastrophic Japanese earthquake and tsunami. Photo: Corbis

I can only imagine that in the United States, our scope of social etiquette is typically illustrated as below. Maximas getting smashed during keggers is all the reason you need to give someone to become their own natural disaster.

Monday, March 14, 2011



Breakfast in the hotel. Delightful croissants that had this creme brulee crunch to the bottom. Loads of powdered sugar and fruit jam too. Food is good.

Buy books.

I was pretty into this Italian awning. I always think- hand painted signs and decorative awnings are underrated.

Serious shadow walking..

I think the Angel of Death is broke and posing for pictures outside the cathedral in Milan. Here, tourists mock
his misfortunes.

Super church in a church. More pictures next installment.

I guess the hustle around these parts is shoving popcorn kernals in your hands so dirty birds can flock all over your being. You can see here, a relentless hand that would not go away.

This is my "I'm by the statue" pic.

Exiting Italian Nuns

Deez streets

Fancy doors that lead to more doors

Neutral colored Streets; so hot right now

Streetwise, you get the idea. Old world charms. You won't catch any puke green house paint
jobs here.

Those iron window bars have seen medieval times- maybe medieval vampires and warlocks?

At the shoe show in Rho, on the outskirts of Milan.

Carnival of Limbs

I appreciated the fact there were public clocks all over Milan. The fact that I brought a broken watch to travel, made this a convenient reality.

United Colors of Pants