September 2010
37 posts
August 2010
42 posts
Art, as something that is only interesting to the degree to which it shows human...
– Chandler Burr, You Or Someone Like You
We moved to Horoscope Thursday but couldn't bring...
TAURUS
April 20-May 20
Emotions can be so awkward, but being intimate with people requires them. The healthiest way to emotionally connect with your peeps is by being clear about your limits. Communicate them directly and lovingly. (SFBG)
“What is the source of our first suffering?” wrote philosopher Gaston Bachelard. “It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak. It was...
i meant to say for what it’s worth i’m sorry for what i am about to...
– from “the lost book”, Truong Tran
New Social Networking Site Changing The Way Oh,... →
“According to sources we feel really, really sorry for, Foursquare works by allowing users to “check in” from their present location, whether it be a bar, restaurant, nearby magazine stand, or man, this piece would be perfect to hand over to that schmuck Dan Fletcher at Time magazine right about now. By “checking in,” users can earn tangible, real-world rewards. For...
Things: emotional opposites of the excitement of...
Discovering ant trails all over your almost vacated apartment.
Split rim strip threatening your already unstable tube.
Overflowing pot of barley onto the stove.
Sobriety.
Moving apartments over two. entire. weeks.
Today is too beautiful for tumblr. But will work for: hauling around bookshelves, Sylvia Plath, fond/farewells, the Doves, concocting.
Also, random: I’m looking for a copy of So Much For the City by the Thrills and cannot find it anywhere. Autumn band, guys! California nostalgia! BritPop! Any help?
So what may, Horoscope Wednesday? (ON FRIDAY...
TAURUS
April 20-May 20
Adding more crap into a fouled-up situation gets you piling stuff on top of stuff. Don’t mask problems, correct them. Take the time to innovate your answers. Be like Mr. Sinatra and do it your way — come what may. (San Francisco Bay Guardian)
If your home is like a museum, a staid assemblage of fine memories, I suggest you shake things up a bit. If your imagination...
Kill the baby boomers and their baggage.
In moving I realize:
The majority of my possessions are either t-shirt or paper based (drafts and notebooks because I'm paranoid park)-
The necessity of actually mailing letters-
Ranking behind t-shirts and paper are matchbooks and boots-
I still need to possess less-
My personality can be summed up in the box full of one winter coat, three femme-day dresses and one copy of 2010 GQ/three copies of editorial intern tenure FHM.
Faith is something like this, I imagine. Not of God. But of a pen or a brush...
– from “There Are No Names For Red”, Chris Abani
2 tags
Lunes Laundry List
I am lucky to know people on farms where their lovely dried chipotles just make the succotash that much better.
After actual laundry, I now realize at least 70 percent of my clothes are t-shirts… that I can’t wear during work hours. Note to self: invest in suit jacket.
Lease: signed. Books: crawling into boxes.
There is, in fact, the strangest pleasure in watching my brain come to...
3 tags
Adults make goals (adolescence makes them...
Siouxsie and the Banshees. Lunch con la madre. Lease tomorrow. The Skylark. Reign August in or she’ll buck ya.
What are you doing, hanging out with Horoscope...
TAURUS
April 20-May 20
“You can catch more flies with honey than vinegar” is an old-school way of saying that you should play nice and make inroads with others instead of stubbornly enforcing your influence. Win others over to your team with kindness. (SFBG: STOP IT)
When they say “Go with the flow,” what “flow” are they talking about? Do they mean the...
Todas las manas voy
a preguntarle al romero
si el mal de amor tiene cura...
– In Search of Duende, Federico Garcia Lorca
Dear apartment on 21st, I want you.
Dear HuffPo, I’m over you and please stop publishing the whiny death gasps of dinosaur center-men so as to continue to keen books and writers death knells. Junot Diaz can kick your ass.
Dear Lorca, I don’t even know what to say. There aren’t enough smelling salts in the world. Fuck me.
Dear ivory tower, you haven’t won yet.
Cleaning all kinds of casitas today. Someday I’ll find an acceptable image of self. Finding isn’t as hard as making.
Off the docket: rose (in old salsa jars, no less), thrice-risen foccacia (it is exactly as satisfying as it was supposed to be), The Reader, Patrick Rosal, peach cobbler lessons, drafting, The Acorn, Debussy, capsaicin masochism, one honk, one “DAMN,” an...
5 tags
(this is, as all, part of a movement) so: 3: Slow
Would it have stopped with summer
the days bust, no boom no or run. The fireworks sparsely populated, stridently anticipated only the stink of smoke, faint throbs velvetly ringing around the skull the damper pedal of it murmurs out, falling away, falling away. But we cannot forget, or stop, or accept the last raining days of this, not with fortitude or steel to drive from the sheets. ...
Satisfying saying, Yes, I'm reading Lorca
Saturday. Duende meets the WSJ. Half-Assed Migas (but still awesome). Zig zag apartment hunt.
Fast biking, the old gang. Salt brownies + Red Hot Ranch + Coors + Makers + Sweet French Fry Man.
Calm dog. Balmy day. All the hipsters are pissing their money away at Lolla (I’m not jealous. Maybe). Each girl in denim Daisy’s and stupid ripoff racist “indigenous”-esque headbands...
Yes, I know it is Friday.
Horoscope Wednesday takes back burner to power struggles that honestly mean so little.
Oh, retrograde shadow. It is so very nice to see you again.
Weekend. Calder. Inception in 3-D. Free museums. Bikes. Yes.
How 'bout dem apples, Horoscope Wednesday?
TAURUS
April 20-May 20
You are so not in control, Taurus. Life may feel like being in a roller coaster with a blindfold on, but don’t despair. Go with things instead of bracing yourself against every turn. Life is easier when you stop fighting it. (SFBG)
In her 1960 song This Bitter Earth, Dinah Washington sings, “If my life is like the dust that hides the glow of a rose / What...
Bam chicka bam chicka boom boom boom sha-lang sha-lang boom sha-lang sha-lang...
– Metric, “Monster Hospital”
(I ride my bike to this a lot lately, and also Patriarch on a Vespa and feel sort of old and riled up and generally sullen and also fiesty and also over.it.)
7 tags
The chorus is tired, I am tired
Tempering this summer are tiny circles of purgatory that I mostly ignore because I find them humbling or useful, stern and irritating reminders to not let the months get to my head. Summer is impulsive, and supposedly swollen with so many moments that are supposed to be beautiful and poetic. I could spend all my pennies at outdoor patios and have sex with people met through the internet and you...
Wicker Park Fest One (Won? No, definitely not)
[C and C-Los navigate the detritus of hipster six corners to battle their way to the Hood Internet]
Me: I love checking women out shamelessly.
C-Los: They're straight. I hate that you play that game.
Me: YOU WANT A HIPSTER QUEER HAIRCUT YOU GET TO BE QUEER EYECANDY FOR ME.
Unison: WE'RE SO COOL.
[Note: Absolutely had the obnoxious pretentious meta-we're too cool to be here, we want to be cool enough to be seen here, we want to be cool enough to eyefuck and grin at other cool kids, we want to dance to feel cool, we don't want to dance because we're too cool for school, thank God ironic hip-ness gets to be defined by poverty these days, and yes, please pass me another Miller Lite-time.]
from "Dirge" by Frank O'Hara
Strophe
Seven salvages kissed the dust. Dust has a pleasing flavor Anything tastes good if you’re used to it. Marian Bipple stayed stitching till the date of her death. A girl can live if she doesn’t try too hard. Dust is someone’s saddened bones. Seven salvages kissed Marian’s pelvis Antistrophe A girl can keep her bones whether she wants to or not. It was...