parle a ma main

2012-02-15T19:22:00.000-08:00

2012-02-12T11:00:00.001-08:00

2012-02-11T20:15:00.001-08:00

times when reality is thinner, installment one.

2012-02-07T08:53:00.000-08:00

sidewalk. springtime. 4:30pm. cloudy. might rain. breeze. grass moves. gravel sounds.

maybe not though.

2012-02-04T20:06:00.001-08:00

i will go to central park tomorrow morning.

2012-02-04T19:38:00.001-08:00

business venture #74: imp(i)erealism.

2012-02-04T19:10:00.001-08:00

remember that time i wanted to open up a frozen treats stand inspired by famous communists called hammer and (pop)sickle? okay well now i want to open up a pie stand called imp(i)erialism where we will only sell pies that are named after famous conquerors and/or imperialists. here is the menu:

ghengis pekhan
charlemagne meringue
ashokanut cream
corchess
pizarrhubarb

all pies will be served a la mode with a scoop of atilla vanilla.

2012-02-04T16:14:00.000-08:00

the english language should have fewer rules.

2012-02-04T15:29:00.001-08:00

2012-02-04T15:26:00.001-08:00

thoughts on photographing living things.

2012-02-04T15:15:00.000-08:00

i don't like taking photographs of people or animals. i like taking photographs of rocks and plastic and graffiti because these are more or less concrete. these are things that will last. these are things that are meant to last. people, animals, mobile living things, are meant to exist fluidly, fleetingly. the present exists for a few seconds at best, and to try and preserve those few seconds is not something i fully understand. in a way, it seems reminiscent of frankenstein; it's trying to make immortal that which is inherently mortal. and that, specifically, i suppose, is what i find difficult to understand.

thoughts on why shopping malls exist.

2012-02-04T15:11:00.000-08:00

we buy things so we're not alone in a room with ourselves. that's why it's scary being minimalist. see also: that's why i am minimalist.

i drank like seventeen cups of coffee today.

2012-01-22T15:23:00.001-08:00

things nobody asked me but this is the answer.

2012-01-22T14:44:00.001-08:00

interviewer: do you know what your brain is made up of?

me: yes. corn syrup, sugar, modified corn starch, dextrose, water, gelatin, tetrasodium pyrophosphate, artificial flavor and blue 1.

interviewer: if i'm not mistaken, those are the ingredients in marshmallows.

me: yes.

2012-01-16T06:40:00.001-08:00

2012-01-12T10:00:00.000-08:00

i can see it's all happening and nobody knows.

2012-01-09T22:09:00.000-08:00

new years eve playlist s'il vous plait!

2011-12-31T08:09:00.000-08:00

assuming you're french and a fan of my musical taste and in need of a new years eve playlist, you may have found this choice of a title appropriate. otherwise, please ignore. okay now that i've gotten that off my chest, let's get cracking on forming your tune selection for the evening. i am attending a house party in which my ears will be at the mercy of the host, but if you plan to do something more lonesome like spend the night by yourself on the roof of a building that overlooks an urban skyline (see also: this is what i would ideally be doing), this may be right up your alley. and so:

blue jeans-lana del rey
i still don't really know who lana del rey is or why i should care and/or shake my fist at her. i do know that i enjoy her music, though, even if the music video that everyone was so jazzed about for 'born to die' was one of the more terrible things i've ever seen. if i were celebrating new years eve in the desert huddled around a burning trashcan, i would most definitely choose this as the opening track. i would also probably do a lot of shifty sideways glancing at the other people standing around the trashcan. they would be wearing fingerless gloves and we would all look unhappy as a group. and we would probably throw 2011 in the fire and give it a lot more importance and attention than it really deserves. see also: i still went grocery shopping and sat down in 2011.

i go deep-jim rivers
this is what i would listen to while getting dressed and trying on three thousand different outfits and realizing that i have nothing to wear. and i'd also realize i didn't even really want to go to this party, or maybe i did though, i wouldn't be sure. so i would sit down and stand up and pace and repeat and i'd finally end up going to the party. it'd be a decent time.

in the dark places-pj harvey
this is what i would listen to if i were looking in the fridge for more beer but then got distracted by all the weird condiments in the side of the door.

mer du japon-air
this is what i would listen to if i got invited to a party where all the men were wearing black suits and had five o'clock shadows and bright white teeth (you would never see them smile with their teeth, but you still would know they were bright white). they would not be wearing ties. the lighting would be greenish, and you would be in a swanky apartment full of floor-to-ceiling windows. see also: i would never get invited to this party unless i was reincarnated as an earring worn by a female party guest. she'd be wearing a long dress, probably red.

with every heartbeat-robyn
this is what you would listen to if you were stuck in traffic in the ten minutes before midnight. it would still be possible to arrive on time, but that window of opportunity would very quickly be closing. you'd be bouncing your knee and and chewing your nails and gripping the door handle. you wouldn't tell us if you got to the party or not, but we would assume the best for you.

coastal brake-tycho
i would listen to this while confetti was falling and champagne bottles were popping in a mix of slow and fast motion.

goodbye-ulrich schnauss
i realize this may be overkill as i posted the youtube video just a few days ago, but this is definitely the kind of song that i would like to be listening to at the stroke of midnight in a crowded room of happy strangers. in this scenario i would also be invisible, and the music would drown out all celebratory sounds. as an aside, i also think this song would make a lovely movie trailer for an action-drama.

high school lover-air
more air! see also: air is a very good new years eve band. anyway, this is what you would listen to at around 4:47 in the morning. everyone would be passed out, and there would be empty plastic cups and bits of colored paper littered on the coffee table and the ground. you would be sitting in the middle of the couch. someone spilled a drink on the cushion to your right. you'd be hunched over with your head in your hands because you just realized you forgot something really important like your wallet or your kid in 2011. and now that it's 2012 you can't go back through the door to retrieve the thing you left behind. you probably try to pour yourself a glass of champagne to feel better about this horrible error, but all the bottles will be empty apart from a few droplets. so you sigh and return to your former head-in-hands position.

flowers bloom-high highs
maybe you listen to this closer to 6 in the morning, probably near the edge of some woods in the backyard. the sun is coming up but the sky is that terrible gray and yellow colour that makes your stomach feel cold. you realize that all your attempts at successful resolutions for 2012 are futile, but you feel okay about it.

ambitions-donkeyboy
this is playing as you leave the party in the morning. you high-five everyone in slow-motion. somebody's got marker on their face.

signs: a work of nonfiction due out in 2012.

2011-12-30T14:30:00.000-08:00

for more details, see right here: if you've been following my blog at all for the last month and a half or so (which i always assume no one has) then you'll theoretically have noticed i've been a little quote-heavy in my posts. i've been doing a lot of reading of the historical/philosophical/political sort, and certain notions have stuck out to me regarding the theory that western civilization is (and has been for a while) in a state of decline. my intention isn't to rain on anyone's parade with these sometimes heavy musings, but i think it's important to recognize the signs that we (i think, anyway) could in fact be heading toward a metaphorical cliff, partly so that we don't end up having a looney-tunes-coyote-esque realization that it's too late. and although i don't know that they're reversible symptoms, either, the effects are, perhaps, able to be slowed. i'm not saying the world is going to end tomorrow (although the mayans might think so), or even in our lifetime, but looking ahead is never a bad idea.

so. where i'm going with all of this is that i was just inspired (and i mean JUST inspired fifteen minutes ago while walking to the grocery store) to start collecting these ideas from historians, philosophers, etc. that i come across and compiling them in a series of booklets entitled "signs"...i don't know how many volumes there will be; i plan to continue stumbling upon new sources of enlightening information as i continue reading new literature. the basic concept, though, is to have each one consist of several quotes or ideas i find notable, and then to accompany them with relevant images that i intend to create with photographs or magazine cutouts. if you'd like to receive the first installment of "signs", i'd be glad to mail you one for free. just email me your address (megan@brightestyoungthings.com) and i'll send a copy your way once i've completed it. otherwise, you can keep an eye out for more "signs" sans visuals right here on the blog. in the meantime, hope everyone's squeezing in the rest of their 2011 goals before we turn over a new leaf in 2012.

2011-12-30T11:10:00.000-08:00

"unspiritual, unphilosophical, devoid of art, clannish to the point of brutality, aiming relentlessly at tangible successes, they stand between the hellenic culture and nothingness. an imagination directed purely to practical objects was something which is not found at all in athens. in a word, greek soul--roman intellect; and this antithesis is the differentia between culture and civilization. nor is it only to the classical that it applies. again and again there appears this type of strong-minded, completely non-metaphysical man, and in the hands of this type lies the intellectual and material destiny of each and every 'late' period. pure civilization, as a historical process, consists in a progressive exhaustion of forms that have become inorganic or dead." -spengler (1918)

2012: the year of the real mattress (?)

2011-12-29T11:05:00.001-08:00

2011-12-28T11:54:00.001-08:00

don't look back. never look back. i mean it.

2011-12-28T11:43:00.000-08:00

bukowski on toenail clippers and shoes.

2011-12-28T11:32:00.000-08:00

"you know, somebody ought to invent a decent toenail clipper. i´m sure it can be done. the ones they give us to work with are really awkward and disheartening. i read where a guy on skid row tried to hold up a liquor store with a pair of toenail clippers. it didn´t work there either. how did dostoevsky cut his toenails? van gogh? beethoven? did they? i don´t believe it.

...strangest thing, i think, after people die is looking at their shoes. that´s the saddest thing. it´s as if most of their personality remains in their shoes."

(september 30, 1991)

2011-12-27T15:13:00.000-08:00

"mankind, however, has no aim, no idea, no plan, any more than the family of butterflies or orchids...these cultures, sublimated life-essences, grow with the same superb aimlessness as the flowers of the field." -oswald spengler (1918)

with every christmas card i (don't) write...

2011-12-22T09:35:00.000-08:00

let me preface this by saying that i fully support the right to send an annual christmas card. what i don't support, however, is that small (and/or large) percentage of people who abuse this right. everyone knows who i'm talking about here. they're the people who use the christmas card as an opportunity to write short novels about why their lives have been so fantastic for the last twelve months, and they do it to 1) make you feel inferior, and/or 2) make themselves feel better about living in places like kansas. if you're unsure of who i'm referring to, you're probably that person. you can double-check by asking yourself how many times you write the word "blessed" in the body of the card; the minimum is usually at least three times.

ordinarily the christmas card from hell is a non-issue for me; i've been giving friends and relatives the address of the dunkin donuts down the block for as long as i've lived in my current apartment. however, i was visiting someone yesterday and not one but TWO of them arrived in the mail. naturally we had to read them in a variety of dramatic styles including but not limited to oprah's "please welcome (insert special guest name here)" voice. (i highly recommend doing this as it helps lessen the unpleasant side-effects that christmas cards from hell tend to induce, which can range from migraine headaches to violent bouts of nausea.) and since i'd forgotten the true agony that is reading a ten page document about endless triumphs and impossible feats, i was slightly taken aback. i realized that these christmenaces must be stopped. and i realized that the only way to do that would be to one-up them in my own christmas card. so i got writing, and here is what i've got so far:

"well, can you believe another blessed year has gone by? how fortunate i am to have been so blessed; i can only hope you have been as blessed as i these last twelve months. and i bet you are wondering what i have been up to all year, so i will tell you.

i've had my fair share of adventures since last holiday season (perhaps most notably a hang-gliding excursion off the coast of narnia), but despite all the jet-setting, i've settled in nicely to the new york city lifestyle.

i live in the very first apartment in brooklyn (and possibly the world) to be constructed entirely from cotton candy (a material that is famously bedbug resistant, and which provides excellent lumbar support), and on tuesdays i play badminton with woody allen on the ceiling of the guggenheim.

my main mode of transportation around the city is the garfield balloon from the macy's thanksgiving day parade, but sometimes anna wintour and i split a town car when ballooning conditions are exceptionally windy.

with regard to my dietary staples, i have a magical banana split dispenser in my cotton candy apartment, so i mostly eat those all day every day. coincidentally, i also have a rare condition where i can't get fat.

in terms of intellectual growth, as of yesterday i am fluent in seventy languages, the most recent addition being xhosa. i've also discovered the formula for gold, and i'm currently in the process of single-handedly resolving the euro crisis.

i was recently elected mayor of new york city but i politely declined the offer. instead, i sing opera at the met and get manicures three times daily. i could keep going on and on, but i'm running late for a private tour of outer space that was arranged for me by justin bieber.

again, hope your year has been most blessed. blessed be. ta!"

i encourage everyone to write these kinds of christmas cards as a form of nonviolent protest. no more yuletide braggarts, thanks. oh and also, for the record, i only wish that your sneezes are blessed.

2011-12-21T09:52:00.000-08:00

how do you like and/or dislike my new blog header? see also: this was a rhetorical question. the photo is a close-up of the moss on a rock i sit on sometimes in central park. (coincidentally, the moss is named kate, and it has a similarly questionable reputation.) i took the picture with a kodak 35mm disposable camera on saturday at about 7:30 in the morning after a period of roughly sixty-five hours' consciousness. and now you know it.

there's (not) a bluebird in my heart.

2011-12-21T09:51:00.000-08:00

2011-12-20T18:20:00.000-08:00

people go to the circus. to magic shows.

2011-12-20T10:46:00.000-08:00

2011-12-10T06:25:00.001-08:00

must be able to work independently.

2011-12-07T16:35:00.000-08:00

"everything is indeed permitted if god does not exist, and man is in consequence forlorn, for he cannot find anything to depend upon either within or outside himself. he discovers forthwith, that he is without excuse. for if indeed existence precedes essence, one will never be able to explain one’s action by reference to a given and specific human nature; in other words, there is no determinism – man is free, man is freedom. nor, on the other hand, if god does not exist, are we provided with any values or commands that could legitimise our behaviour. thus we have neither behind us, nor before us in a luminous realm of values, any means of justification or excuse. – we are left alone, without excuse. that is what i mean when i say that man is condemned to be free." -jean-paul sartre (1946)

a country that's somewhat not affecting us.

2011-12-05T15:34:00.000-08:00

2011-12-04T16:28:00.001-08:00

chronicling a compulsive liar part three.

2011-12-03T08:09:00.001-08:00

"i was never particularly inclined towards mathematics. in the first place, i found something about the shapes of the numbers to be a bit off-putting in general, which, when they were positioned next to each other in even the simplest equation, caused me a variety of unpleasant physical side-effects, ranging from migraine headaches to fits of laboured breathing. i found the entire subject intolerable on the whole, and i was excused from further advancement starting as early as the third grade.

i'm told mathematical studies are highly applicable to a range of disciplines, right down to the most everyday tasks. it is, however, still beyond me why one would wish to calculate the square footage of a room, the final price of a pair of trousers on sale, or at what point train a will meet train b if they are both traveling at a velocity of x, y, and/or z.

despite my aversion to the field of mathematics, i wouldn't say the issue is an irreconcilable one. if mathematicians and other numerical enthusiasts would simply abandon the deplorable techniques of pythagoras and fibonacci, instead focusing on how to calculate more worthwhile figures, such as the degree of sarcasm hiding in a seemingly-friendly remark, or the projected amount of gray hairs i could expect by the time i turn forty-three, then i would gladly take up the subject with a renewed fervour.

as it stands, however, i find there to be no other option but to continue to abstain from mathematics in its entirety, even on a most basic level. so to answer your question, although it's a bit of an understatement, i suppose maths would qualify by default as my least favourite subject in grammar school."

religion is the opiate of the masses.

2011-12-02T21:24:00.001-08:00

2011-12-02T09:21:00.000-08:00

"what happened was a slow and gradual change, a shifting of values in the consciousness of men. what seemed to be all-important to a greek of the classical or hellenistic period, or to an educated roman of the time of the republic and of the early empire, was no longer regarded as vital by the majority of men who lived in the late roman empire and the early middle ages. they had their own notion of what was important, and most of what was essential in the classical period among the constituent parts of ancient civilization was discarded by them as futile and often detrimental." -m.i. rostovtzeff (1929-1930)

2011-12-02T09:17:00.001-08:00

2011-12-01T18:41:00.000-08:00

BUT ISN'T THERE AN IPHONE APP FOR THAT?

2011-11-29T18:22:00.000-08:00

"fortunately for mankind, the more useful, or, at least, more necessary arts can be performed without superior talents or national subordination; without the powers of one or the union of many. each village, each family, each individual, must always possess both ability and inclination to perpetuate the use of fire and of metals; the propagation and service of domestic animals; the methods of hunting and fishing; the rudiments of navigation; the imperfect cultivation of corn or other nutritive grain; and the simple practice of the mechanical trades. private genius and public industry may be extirpated; but these hardy plants survive the tempest, and strike an everlasting root into the most unfavourable soil...since the first discovery of the arts, war, commerce, and religious zeal have diffused, among the savages of the old and new world, these inestimable gifts have been successfully propagated; they can never be lost." -edward gibbon (1781)

game over, future generations!

this thing that didn't really happen to me.

2011-11-27T16:30:00.000-08:00

one time i woke up in an alternate reality where all the major religions lost to animism. ordinarily that wouldn't have been so bad, except for that i was fined for having too many picture frames in too small a space. at least i wasn't arrested like the guy next door, though. he got charged with toaster cruelty. twenty-five to life.

dud genies installment three.

2011-11-27T16:26:00.000-08:00

I GRANT YOU THREE KNISHES.*

*not considered a dud genie by people who enjoy knishes.

dud genies installment two.

2011-11-27T16:25:00.000-08:00

I GRANT YOU THREE DISHES.*

*i would choose three china saucers.

dud genies installment one.

2011-11-27T16:24:00.000-08:00

I GRANT YOU THREE FISHES.

2011-11-26T16:56:00.001-08:00

imaginary friends have imaginary ends.

2011-11-26T16:33:00.000-08:00

thank God; he's an excellent scapegoat.

2011-11-23T20:01:00.001-08:00

indigenous peoples installment two: the ainu

2011-11-23T14:27:00.001-08:00

who: indigenes thought to be descendants of the jōmon-jin people.

where: japan and russia.
language(s): variations of ainu which, today, are spoken by fewer than one hundred people. the ainu languages have no written system, and they differ slightly from japanese in terms of syntax, vocabulary, morphology, etc.
culture: traditionally, the ainu did not shave after a certain age. both men and women had the same length of hair to the shoulders, and women tattooed their mouths and forearms. men primarily ate with chopsticks while women used wooden spoons.
dwellings: reed-thatched huts with central fireplaces and no partitions.
clothing: robes of varying lengths and other garments spun from the bark of elm trees. earrings were worn by both men and women, and in winter the people favored animal skins for warmth. for important ceremonies, men wore a wooden crown called a sapanpe, while women wore an embroidered headband called a matanpushi.
law: traditionally, capital punishment and jailing were not used to reprimand criminals. instead, violators of the law were beaten, or in the case of murder, were subject to having their noses and ears cut off and/or tendons in the feet severed.
diet: the ainu fished, hunted and gathered seasonal game and plants, which were then typically either cooked, smoked or dried for preservation and placed in storehouses. common proteins included bear, fox, salmon and deer.
religion: many are now practitioners of christianity, russian orthodoxism and buddhism, but animism is the traditional religion of the ainu people. animistic ceremonies frequently involved "sending back" the spirits of killed animals.

doomed to spend thanksgiving shaking hands.

2011-11-23T13:43:00.000-08:00

2011-11-23T07:18:00.000-08:00

"this type which at present is to be found everywhere, and everywhere imposes his own spiritual barbarism, is, in fact, the spoiled child of human history. the spoiled child is the heir who behaves exclusively as a mere heir. in this case the inheritance is civilisation- with its conveniences, its security; in a word, with all its advantages. as we have seen, it is only in circumstances of easy existence such as our civilisation has produced, that a type can arise, marked by such a collection of features, inspired by such a character. it is one of a number of deformities produced by luxury in human material. there might be a deceptive tendency to believe that a life born into a world of plenty should be better, more really a life than one which consists in a struggle against scarcity.

such is not the case, for reasons of the strictest and most fundamental nature, which this is not the place to enlarge upon. for the present, instead of those reasons, it is sufficient to recall the ever-recurrent fact which constitutes the tragedy of every hereditary aristocracy. the aristocrat inherits, that is to say, he finds attributed to his person, conditions of life which he has not created, and which, therefore, are not produced in organic union with his personal, individual existence. at birth he finds himself installed, suddenly and without knowing how, in the midst of his riches and his prerogatives. in his own self, he has nothing to do with them, because they do not come from him. they are the giant armour of some other person, some other human being, his ancestor. and he has to live as an heir, that is to say, he has to wear the trappings of another existence.

what does this bring us to? what life is the "aristocrat" by inheritance going to lead, his own or that of his first noble ancestor? neither one nor the other. he is condemned to represent the other man, consequently to be neither that other nor himself. inevitably his life loses all authenticity, and is transformed into pure representation or fiction of another life. the abundance of resources that he is obliged to make use of gives him no chance to live out his own personal destiny, his life is atrophied." -jose ortega y gasset (1930)

control the food; control the people.

2011-11-23T06:04:00.000-08:00

2011-11-21T09:33:00.000-08:00

I AM NOT AFRAID OF PLANETS, EITHER. either.

2011-11-19T19:52:00.001-08:00

chronicling a compulsive liar part two.

2011-11-16T07:46:00.000-08:00

"some people will tell you they were raised by wolves. i won't tell you that, but i will tell you i was raised by rednecks.

you see, i was left outside a grocery store on a mechanical pony. you know, the kind that costs a quarter and you never really think about where it's manufactured or why the saddle looks the way it does. that kind of mechanical pony. so anyway, i was left learning how to ride the thing sidesaddle since it'd been conveyed to me that this was the ladylike way to go about it; although at age five it was unlikely that unladylike behaviour would've merited public scrutiny, especially of the grocery store variety, i wasn't comfortable taking any chances.

well, time elapsed and nobody did come back for me. i kept practicing my technique, but after the quarter ran out it got a little difficult to double-imagine what riding an actual pony would be like. and then, just as i started to wonder if this was in fact a mechanical pony or a mechanical horse, a redneck family sauntered over and began describing the superiority that a nascar vehicle had over nearly all other forms of transportation, including my now stationary mechanism. they made some fairly good (albeit unsolicited) points, leaving me no choice but to adopt their views as my own. seeing as we were now united on such a defining issue, it became clear to me that it would be impossible to go back to my former life.

fortunately they extended me an invitation to come join their family; they'd recently acquired an extra lawn chair in a particularly lucrative dumpster diving excursion, but with no one to fill it up, the fixture lacked true purpose. apparently this rule did not apply to the corpses of cars that littered the front lawn, of which i counted at least nineteen before i remembered that was as far as i'd gotten in terms of numeric sequencing. to this day, i have only progressed to the number twenty-three.

my new redneck family did not, to my surprise, have red necks. they did, however, have an abundance of canned beverages, ranging from beer to mountain dew. (as an aside, the only spiritually heightened experience i've ever had followed the consumption of approximately twelve gallons of mountain dew in a span of seven minutes, and i would highly recommend it for enlightenment provided you're not a diabetic.) other dietary staples included a variety of game procured from both the lawn and the road, as well as barbecue potato chips and cheese curls that, over time, turned my fingers a permanent shade of orange.

my wardrobe was fairly extensive considering the lack of funds in my new redneck family. by some stroke of luck, goodwill was never short on t-shirts advertising places i'd never been and concert tours i'd never attended; as a result i became a master at spelling a variety of words and phrases including 'las vegas' and 'jesus saves', earning me consecutive awards and titles as the school spelling bee champion.

my redneck brethren and i had quite a bit of free time on our unwashed hands, during which we liked to shoot things and chew tobacco and not cut our hair. i gradually forgot about my real parents and instead filled the new vacancies in my memory with all sorts of vital information, including a plethora of swear words and how to draw a confederate flag. i never did get to test out my sidesaddle technique on a real horse, but i can assure you that i've mastered the art on an ATV, an experience i'm sure my real parents would have never afforded me. so yes, to answer your question, i guess i do believe in fate."

indigenous peoples installment one: the saami

2011-11-16T06:39:00.000-08:00

who: nordic indigenes.
where: the northernmost parts of sweden, finland, norway and the kola peninsula of russia.
language(s): variations of saami including akkala and kemi, both of which are now extinct.
clothing: gákti, a dress-like garment worn by both men and women at different lengths. traditionally made from reindeer leather and sinews, but more recently featuring wool and cotton materials. details like colour and pattern can reveal where a person is from, marital status, family history, etc. gákti can be worn with belts, ponchos, hooded jumpers (sweaters), leggings and boots.
livelihood: fishing, fur trapping, reindeer and sheep herding.
art: duodji, handicrafts that combine artistic aesthetics with functionality.
religion: traditionally shamanism, but more recently lutheranism, eastern orthodoxism, etc. the old beliefs recognized the importance of connection to the land, animism and the supernatural.
diet: local ingredients including reindeer, moose, sheep, fish and berries. berries are especially important due to lack of vegetation in extreme climates, the cloudberry being a staple variety. smoking and drying meat and fish is a common practice for food preservation.

2011-11-14T09:27:00.000-08:00

Japanese Ash - Black Box from Space Holiday Rocks on Vimeo.

and also.

2011-11-11T17:48:00.001-08:00

this, probably. i mean yeah i guess so.

2011-11-11T17:41:00.001-08:00

2011-11-08T08:46:00.000-08:00

kinds of toes: pota. toma. mosqui.

2011-11-07T16:50:00.000-08:00

things that i would like for christmas this year.

2011-11-07T16:40:00.002-08:00

1. FUR
2. socks.
3. this mao zedong watch i saw at the chelsea flea but it cost like $50 and the guy selling it didn't speak english so i couldn't tell him how lovely he looked to make him sell it to me for $5 instead. also i didn't even have $5 at the time though.
4. that's all.

2011-11-07T16:40:00.001-08:00

MAY THE DIVORCE BE WITH YOU.

2011-10-31T20:26:00.003-07:00

a nutty place called montrealmond, pecanada.

2011-10-31T20:26:00.001-07:00

time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures. in one of them i am your enemy.

2011-10-31T20:24:00.001-07:00

JAPY JALOWIN [see also: bruja(ja)]

2011-10-31T20:13:00.000-07:00

leaves are leaving, trees are left.

2011-10-25T19:57:00.000-07:00

2011-10-11T20:54:00.000-07:00

2011-10-06T09:17:00.000-07:00

think dakota fanning has a dakota fanclub?

2011-09-13T20:16:00.000-07:00

i don't. think so, that is.

you know what? dep is rip in spanish.

2011-09-13T20:15:00.001-07:00

i bet they both end up sounding the same though.

no more shapes. down with shapes.

2011-09-13T20:13:00.001-07:00

2011-09-13T14:32:00.001-07:00

i think i have an ear infection or something.

2011-09-13T14:27:00.002-07:00

2011-09-13T14:27:00.001-07:00

2011-09-13T14:24:00.000-07:00

S Y N D R O M E S // M O T H E R from The Golden Filter on Vimeo.

2011-09-06T05:31:00.000-07:00

things i wish chuck norris named his children.

2011-08-23T02:42:00.000-07:00

stego
tyranno
bronto

bless me father for i have (wiscon)sinned.

2011-08-23T02:41:00.001-07:00

totally fonduemed or whatever.

GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT

2011-08-03T18:03:00.001-07:00

strange case of dr. freckle and mr. hide.

2011-07-20T11:09:00.000-07:00

by robert louis steven(sun).

business venture #73: hammer and (pop)sickle

2011-07-19T09:51:00.000-07:00

i think my calling in life may be to open a small business devoted to the creation and sale of communist-inspired frozen treats. the menu would read something like this:

-tito torpedo: popsicle w/ different flavoured layers to represent each of the former yugoslavia's historic regions. symbolic, no?

-eskimao pie: just like it sounds; a chinese-style eskimo pie. aka probably chocolate-covered green tea and/or red bean ice cream on a stick. maybe a chopstick, even.

-ho chi minht chipwich: mint chip ice cream between chocolate chip cookies. kind of like banh mi in ice cream form. only not at all.

-marxibon: just like a maxibon, only more communist. ps i don't actually know what that would imply.

-konstantin chernenkone: plombir ice cream shoved down inside a wafer cone, obviously.

-frozen leninade: frozen lemonade fit for the bolsheviks. probably with some red swirls for maximum commie colour representation.

-che parfait: roughly a zillion layers of argentine gelato interspersed with dulce de leche. might throw in some alfajor crumbles for good measure.

-nicolae ceausescoop: scoop of something romanian-inspired, like tuica-flavoured ice cream.

AND SO ON AND SO FORTH.

kinds of tables: coffee. vege. hux.

2011-07-11T16:24:00.000-07:00

oh yeah this happened to me too one time.

2011-07-11T15:38:00.000-07:00

anthem du ichinichi (jour in japanese)

2011-07-10T16:33:00.000-07:00

lonely highway-zoo nee voo

also, everything is ridiculous, really.

2011-07-09T21:03:00.000-07:00

i walked around chinatown for hours today.

2011-07-09T21:02:00.000-07:00

anthem du (multiple) jour(s)

2011-07-09T21:01:00.000-07:00

gentle roar (mylo rmx)- niki & the dove

my pillows are always looking up at the sky.

2011-06-25T17:30:00.000-07:00

everyone everyone everyone ever.

2011-06-25T17:26:00.001-07:00

anthem du jour (for now, anyway)

2011-06-20T09:28:00.000-07:00

celestica (alcala's ambient reprise)-crystal castles

i'd create a summer playlist if i weren't in denial.

2011-06-20T09:12:00.001-07:00

that it's summer, that is. or is it?

beatz and bleepz: the last dance edition.

2011-06-19T16:08:00.000-07:00

okay so these don't really qualify as "last dance" songs in the traditional sense, but as it's the end of the weekend i figured i'd still attempt to give you some last minute jamz to finish out with a bang. or a fizzle, it's really up to you. anyways, if your ears suffer from the same rare condition called "disclectrica" that mine do, then you may find the following tunes helpful to wind down your sunday funday:

she's got two hearts (ghosts of venice rmx)-bit funk

intercity-rimer london

chase (mjolnir rmx)-barretso
nightcap-jeeks

the anthem-zedd

i don't mind-expomusic

flashback (dublin aunts' cosmic disco departure rmx)-calvin harris
eskimo boy (vanguard rmx)-strange talk

i wish i had a fur coat. but really though.

2011-06-12T09:30:00.000-07:00

jesus and other diseases.

2011-06-11T19:25:00.001-07:00

smoking and microwaves will kill you, you know.

2011-06-11T18:58:00.000-07:00

but do you know what else will kill you? living. by default.

so this is a real thing that exists or something.

2011-06-05T19:07:00.000-07:00

JELLYFISH LAKE from Sarosh Jacob on Vimeo.

2011-06-04T18:04:00.000-07:00

IL NE SAIS PAS OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT

2011-05-30T21:10:00.000-07:00