Oh man, I'm getting all lazy.

I had a dream that looked like this once:

Day Four

I'm not gunna lie, Jaicko's new song feat. Snoop is my new shit. I'm a sucker for music that reminds me how awesome cars are going to be.

I'm running out of things in my house to take pictures of. Now I have to get

all bogus-ly creative like it's my social life or something.

Day Three

I gots a flickr, yous guys. BRUCE BRUCE

Christmas o9: thanks grandma?

flying pack of tiny dogs

google images

So it's nearly 3am, and I am watching way to much fucking Animal Planet, and probably smoking way too many cigarettes, although that's hardly alarming.

"You people with hearts," he said, "have something to guide you, and need never do wrong; but I have no heart, and so I must be very careful."
- L Frank Baum, The Wizard of Oz

I want to go to São Paulo.

I think I've always wanted to go to Brazil, but after reading an article in Juxtapoz about pixação, I was entirely sold on the idea. "Pixo or pixo-reto (straight pixo) is the result of doing “pixação”, a kind of graffiti/tag originating from Sao Paulo, (the biggest city in Brazil) that has existed since the early 80s." (Pixo & Confusion)

The youth who do this, pixadores, will scale massive buildings, and sometimes they fall, and sometimes they don't. They'll also invade apartments and galleries. There is a brilliant interview in the Brazil Issue of Juxtapoz, and I have it right here, but the rest of it is plastered on my wall so I will just leave you with these. In the pictures you will see the scale, and in the video you will see the expression.

PIXAÇÃO

A little note: this video is not in english. It's in Portuguese and has French subtitles, so in all honesty I only know a few words of what they are saying. But I don't need to know the language to see the disgust one man's voice after pixadores raid the gallery, and the tone another's voice as he talks about what he does. And yeah, I know it's long, but what the fuck do you have to do right now? Watch the whole thing (:

pixo

CHIHULY EXHIBIT

So it's Nov 2nd, I think, and I already started writing a book for the month of november (nanowrimo). But that's not important, what is important is that I want to get into glass blowing sometime, and that this weekend was alright but still unsatisfactory, and that I'm still unemployed. So I'm just sitting back and sucking in the inspirational multiverse, thinking about baking, and trying to figure out the contents of some bum e pill I may have snorted.

Wisdom teeth are outt. My face is swollen to massive proportions, but I am diggin this vicodin.

And I don't want to sharee. Haha, we will see how shit goes.

This weekend should be the shit, right?

My wisdom teeth no longer exist inside my mouth, and touching my chin makes me feel like petting a fkn dolphin.

(I dont have the source for this. If you have a problem with it, find it for me.)

Anyway, Lately I've been caught up in raging against nazi political bullshit and the ever-dying-but-not-quite-dead hypocrisy of racism. I am very tired about hearing about all of these, and I just wish that for ONCE, just once, someone would try to pass that bs to my face so I can finally get out some of this pent up anger.

I'm waiting for my hair to grow. I'm trying to fight to urge to cut my bangs,

but I don't know how long that is going to last.

Forget the Levi's commercial you think you saw.

Pioneers! O Pioneers!by Walt Whitman
(1819-1892)

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Come my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,
Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes?
Pioneers! O pioneers!
 

For we cannot tarry here,
We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,
We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O you youths, Western youths,
So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship,
Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Have the elder races halted?
Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas?
We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the past we leave behind,
We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world,
Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

We detachments steady throwing,
Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep,
Conquering, holding, daring, venturing as we go the unknown ways,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

We primeval forests felling,
We the rivers stemming, vexing we and piercing deep the mines within,
We the surface broad surveying, we the virgin soil upheaving,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Colorado men are we,
From the peaks gigantic, from the great sierras and the high plateaus,
From the mine and from the gully, from the hunting trail we come,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

From Nebraska, from Arkansas,
Central inland race are we, from Missouri, with the continental
blood intervein'd,
All the hands of comrades clasping, all the Southern, all the Northern,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O resistless restless race!
O beloved race in all! O my breast aches with tender love for all!
O I mourn and yet exult, I am rapt with love for all,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Raise the mighty mother mistress,
Waving high the delicate mistress, over all the starry mistress,
(bend your heads all,)
Raise the fang'd and warlike mistress, stern, impassive, weapon'd mistress,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

See my children, resolute children,
By those swarms upon our rear we must never yield or falter,
Ages back in ghostly millions frowning there behind us urging,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

On and on the compact ranks,
With accessions ever waiting, with the places of the dead quickly fill'd,
Through the battle, through defeat, moving yet and never stopping,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O to die advancing on!
Are there some of us to droop and die? has the hour come?
Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gap is fill'd.
Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the pulses of the world,
Falling in they beat for us, with the Western movement beat,
Holding single or together, steady moving to the front, all for us,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Life's involv'd and varied pageants,
All the forms and shows, all the workmen at their work,
All the seamen and the landsmen, all the masters with their slaves,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the hapless silent lovers,
All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,
All the joyous, all the sorrowing, all the living, all the dying,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

I too with my soul and body,
We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way,
Through these shores amid the shadows, with the apparitions pressing,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Lo, the darting bowling orb!
Lo, the brother orbs around, all the clustering suns and planets,
All the dazzling days, all the mystic nights with dreams,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

These are of us, they are with us,
All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait behind,
We to-day's procession heading, we the route for travel clearing,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O you daughters of the West!
O you young and elder daughters! O you mothers and you wives!
Never must you be divided, in our ranks you move united,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Minstrels latent on the prairies!
(Shrouded bards of other lands, you may rest, you have done your work,)
Soon I hear you coming warbling, soon you rise and tramp amid us,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Not for delectations sweet,
Not the cushion and the slipper, not the peaceful and the studious,
Not the riches safe and palling, not for us the tame enjoyment,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Do the feasters gluttonous feast?
Do the corpulent sleepers sleep? have they lock'd and bolted doors?
Still be ours the diet hard, and the blanket on the ground,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Has the night descended?
Was the road of late so toilsome? did we stop discouraged nodding
on our way?
Yet a passing hour I yield you in your tracks to pause oblivious,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Till with sound of trumpet,
Far, far off the daybreak call--hark! how loud and clear I hear it wind,
Swift! to the head of the army!--swift! spring to your places,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

 

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Acai Berry Tea tastes better every time I drink it. This Monday is bland, which sucks because it is so cliche. Tomorrow is DAY ONE of job hunting. The brutality of San Antonio's economy awaits, and I am going to conquer the fuck out of it.

(picture unrelated.)

 "Every photon that landed on the developing tray of the telescope that took this picture had been traveling for 3 million years before it ended it’s journey. What we see here is what the galaxy looked like 3 million years ago, and 3 million years in the future we will be able to see what it looks like right now. Our Sun formed about 4.5 billion years ago, so if there are any planets 4.5 billion light years away from us, they are right now seeing the explosion that created our solar system. Even the light from our own sun is 8 minutes old before it reaches us."

-- Fuck Yeah, Space!

How's that for a beautiful mindfuck? I'm considering moving over to tumblr.

I haven't posted in a while because my only camera is out of memory, and I haven't been scouring the internet as much these days. I hope that doesn't go the same route as television went; I can't watch it for shit. So boring.

W Magazine

Anyway, Marissa inspired an idea to double up the use of this blog as a kind-of-public-CD-documentation-thing. I tend to burn a lot of them because I have too much free time, plus, I need more music in my life so this would be a great way to shove it down my lazy throat.

@this week: Long and slow. Thursday night me and my sister combined our knowledge of faking sick to make fake barf for her to pour on the floor. It was brilliantly disgusting, and you can still smell it in the upstairs bathroom. We then proceeded to get blown and just laughed our balls off the rest of the night. Friday was a barbiturate and tequila party that I soaked up, and then it was just between my sister and I, a j, and a swingset. It's like I'm back in middle school or something.

If there is any website that gives me mindgasms for the future, it's The Selby.

"the selby features photographs, paintings and videos by todd selby of interesting people and their creative spaces"

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 Marie Claire USA август 2009, модель Matta, фото Ruven Afanador

I've been kind of hung over all day. My second (fall) semester of college starts tomorrow, which would be cooler if I didn't hate english so much. My drawing course definitely makes up for it though, because shopping for art supplies is the shit. I've been ruining all of my good paint brushes using them to put on eyeshadow.

Going to the Texas State Fair soon. (:

I found that better way to spend my time, through my growing need for more punk music.

dickheads

Here are some of the websites I bookedmark'd today:

• Killed By Death Records 
• 7INCHPUNK 
• dressed for the h bomb 
• Garage Punk 
• Inside my brain 
• Ozark Punk Rock 

Other than that shit is pretty ballsy. I'm never drawing as much as I would like, and I burn way too many CD's. But it's all good. Tonight I'll be balancing a base kid mini reunion with 40's, menthols, and hopefully a decent amount of dank.

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(218): it only takes four glasses of wine for me to ride an elephant with a stranger.


I'm In Love With a Stripper came on the radio while I was smoking fags in the van, and really it was the highlight of the day. That's kind of when I knew that there had to be some new, better way to spend my time.

When shit gets ridiculous, roll the cheapest j ever.

Audrey Hepburn

I'm in the process of finding something not ridiculous to do to fill up all this texas time I have. Because really, one texas day is like one earth year. I think I'm going to become a recluse and fold origami cranes all day until I'm 80.

Bowie. 1969

Updating for the sake of updating, you guys. I'm not really sure
on how to use this blog anymore. I have arsty faggit options.
Ideas?