Friday, May 29, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Slow Mornings
So, Athena has left, and i feel a little floaty and not centered. Even though having someone in your space is difficult, when they leave its weird too, i folded the couch back up and the room feels big. my cats found all their cat toys and they are happy. i miss athena.
after a slow morning of getting myself together so I can write, and not for this blog but for the job that actually pays me- i still haven't started- I decided to surf the net for a bit with my towel on my head like a genie and let my fingers do the work of lazy pilgrims, picking and taking what they please as i let my lazy butt air dry. Granted morning net surfing always feels a little dirty to me, sort of like tv watching in the afternoon when the sun is out- i have weird things like this- i just wasn't ready to start my day yet, i stumbled upon some blogs that shall remain nameless that made me very sad. they are private blogs like mine, not gawker, or jezebel or any other business owned blog, but blogs by girls who just started blogs to show their lives or express some ideas and tell the world a thing or two, all great things. unfortunately the things they choose to focus on really bummed me out. and im not judging or trying to cast a moralistic finger or say, 'you are a woman this is how you should feel, you should be outraged every time you leave the house!' wag wag wag in your face- but sometimes i think i forget that because all of my close friends are feminists, even if they are not self identifying, by virtue of how they live their lives, I assume that we have come to a sort or collective understanding as women that things are not equal and that the fight is not only not over, but has just begun. to read a blog of someone who lives in the same city as me, is not in my personal close social circle but i could definitely play a short game of kevin bacon with and connect to socially through one or two people, in which how you can make yourself a more attractive/appealing person to the opposite sex for no other reason than snagging that man, smacks me of so many different kinds of whats the point? I'm not pointing out one person or one blog, but attitudes about identity should be changing, CHANGE, remember guys? November wasn't that long ago. I read fashion mags, I shave my legs, i judge other girls sometimes too based on things they do out of insecurity or anxiety or whateves- its not cool- i wax my eyebrows and read d-listed, i am NOT perfect, but i think a level of self awareness and self kindness is in order and i feel as though if you truly want to snag the right man, you need to snag the right you and hopefully by the time you find some kind of inner peace and love for yourself, your goals might have changed. I'm talking to myself to guys. We all need to remember who we are.
An internet exchange I had with Jessica, I am really blessed to know super women like her that i get to exchange ideas with-
Jessica:
I think the other thing about Hipster Grifter is that she told people she was dying, but I think the truly seditious thing is that she traded on being like a walking-talking-fucking Vice Magazine readers dream come to life. Skeezy, little, tatted up, hot-ish.
Me:
So many things. First, I think we
actually disagree about hipster grifter. I think the fact that she
lied about cancer is awful and telling of her low down and bile
inducing personality and lord knows i would never ever want to know
this girl, but I find there something truly RIGHT and WONDERFUL and
FITTING and karmaesqe about who she chose to "grift" - whatever that
fucking means. It was as if god constructed the perfect weapon to take
out the self involved, misogynistic, mostly idiot population that is
Williamsburg and it's machine cog of banality and uselessness. As
someone who lived there, there is a definite energy of entitlement
and, as we discussed earlier, Vice-esque bro-ness that lives on those
streets. Like, it's dirty playboy, or Hustler. A new outfit for an old
game. It's basically a bunch or prom queens and football players
dressed up as characters from Pretty In Pink. I know your not a
Hillary lova but some of the most sexist disgusting things i read
about her during the election were posted on free williamsburg and
brooklyn vegan. just horrible shit. Wearing tight pants doesn't mean
you aren't a fucking misogynist- Ninjasonik case in point-
ANYWAY, I think it's wonderful that she embraced all those gross
stereotypes and used them as her weapon of choice. Weather she has
this level of self awareness or not i feel is almost irrelevant. She
exposed something empty and shallow about a group of self important
individuals who fancy themselves- not all, but many times- as more
enlightened than others. I know she hurt real people and thats f-d up.
But it's too delicious for me. Had she just been some random blah
chick it would have been less awesome. Like that movie Dentata, I was
sooo bummed that the chicks vagina grew teeth AFTER she was raped.
Like I wish that a 'slut' or 'ho' or a prostitute would have had
vagina teeth. Just because, because why the fuck not? Does the world
really need some reason for a vagina to not like/attack dicks? Virgins
aren't the only ones who get hurt or need to protect themselves or who
fucking give a shit about your dick. You being the universal you, not
YOU Jessica, obviously.
After I took Athena to the airport i spent the day relaxing and unwinding. i read mags in cathy's wonderful back yard and we talked about sasha grey- dooooont get me started, and then i went to sarahs where she had baked a delicious loaf of bread and then we walked burger by the river. the photo of the mushrooms is for kate.
after a slow morning of getting myself together so I can write, and not for this blog but for the job that actually pays me- i still haven't started- I decided to surf the net for a bit with my towel on my head like a genie and let my fingers do the work of lazy pilgrims, picking and taking what they please as i let my lazy butt air dry. Granted morning net surfing always feels a little dirty to me, sort of like tv watching in the afternoon when the sun is out- i have weird things like this- i just wasn't ready to start my day yet, i stumbled upon some blogs that shall remain nameless that made me very sad. they are private blogs like mine, not gawker, or jezebel or any other business owned blog, but blogs by girls who just started blogs to show their lives or express some ideas and tell the world a thing or two, all great things. unfortunately the things they choose to focus on really bummed me out. and im not judging or trying to cast a moralistic finger or say, 'you are a woman this is how you should feel, you should be outraged every time you leave the house!' wag wag wag in your face- but sometimes i think i forget that because all of my close friends are feminists, even if they are not self identifying, by virtue of how they live their lives, I assume that we have come to a sort or collective understanding as women that things are not equal and that the fight is not only not over, but has just begun. to read a blog of someone who lives in the same city as me, is not in my personal close social circle but i could definitely play a short game of kevin bacon with and connect to socially through one or two people, in which how you can make yourself a more attractive/appealing person to the opposite sex for no other reason than snagging that man, smacks me of so many different kinds of whats the point? I'm not pointing out one person or one blog, but attitudes about identity should be changing, CHANGE, remember guys? November wasn't that long ago. I read fashion mags, I shave my legs, i judge other girls sometimes too based on things they do out of insecurity or anxiety or whateves- its not cool- i wax my eyebrows and read d-listed, i am NOT perfect, but i think a level of self awareness and self kindness is in order and i feel as though if you truly want to snag the right man, you need to snag the right you and hopefully by the time you find some kind of inner peace and love for yourself, your goals might have changed. I'm talking to myself to guys. We all need to remember who we are.
An internet exchange I had with Jessica, I am really blessed to know super women like her that i get to exchange ideas with-
Jessica:
I think the other thing about Hipster Grifter is that she told people she was dying, but I think the truly seditious thing is that she traded on being like a walking-talking-fucking Vice Magazine readers dream come to life. Skeezy, little, tatted up, hot-ish.
Me:
So many things. First, I think we
actually disagree about hipster grifter. I think the fact that she
lied about cancer is awful and telling of her low down and bile
inducing personality and lord knows i would never ever want to know
this girl, but I find there something truly RIGHT and WONDERFUL and
FITTING and karmaesqe about who she chose to "grift" - whatever that
fucking means. It was as if god constructed the perfect weapon to take
out the self involved, misogynistic, mostly idiot population that is
Williamsburg and it's machine cog of banality and uselessness. As
someone who lived there, there is a definite energy of entitlement
and, as we discussed earlier, Vice-esque bro-ness that lives on those
streets. Like, it's dirty playboy, or Hustler. A new outfit for an old
game. It's basically a bunch or prom queens and football players
dressed up as characters from Pretty In Pink. I know your not a
Hillary lova but some of the most sexist disgusting things i read
about her during the election were posted on free williamsburg and
brooklyn vegan. just horrible shit. Wearing tight pants doesn't mean
you aren't a fucking misogynist- Ninjasonik case in point-
ANYWAY, I think it's wonderful that she embraced all those gross
stereotypes and used them as her weapon of choice. Weather she has
this level of self awareness or not i feel is almost irrelevant. She
exposed something empty and shallow about a group of self important
individuals who fancy themselves- not all, but many times- as more
enlightened than others. I know she hurt real people and thats f-d up.
But it's too delicious for me. Had she just been some random blah
chick it would have been less awesome. Like that movie Dentata, I was
sooo bummed that the chicks vagina grew teeth AFTER she was raped.
Like I wish that a 'slut' or 'ho' or a prostitute would have had
vagina teeth. Just because, because why the fuck not? Does the world
really need some reason for a vagina to not like/attack dicks? Virgins
aren't the only ones who get hurt or need to protect themselves or who
fucking give a shit about your dick. You being the universal you, not
YOU Jessica, obviously.
After I took Athena to the airport i spent the day relaxing and unwinding. i read mags in cathy's wonderful back yard and we talked about sasha grey- dooooont get me started, and then i went to sarahs where she had baked a delicious loaf of bread and then we walked burger by the river. the photo of the mushrooms is for kate.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Atheeeeeeeeeeeeena!
It's been long, its been awesome, its been real. I also think its only been two days. My head is spinning. And I didn't even go to the Anavan show at Mountain Bar tonight like i wanted to. I had to crash.
Aviva's amazing house, Chain and the Gang, Ian from Makeups new band at the Smell, beach times, brunch with Allison and this weird little head we found and Five Points! Thanks to everyone who came, it was great.
I'm passing the fuck out. Goodnight!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
I live my life like a french movie...
So Im back in town and spent yesterday kickin it with homies. Sarah and I went to out of the closet and then last night i went over to Stacy's new house for an epic sesh. We watched Singles, one of the greatest movies ever made and i had a big moment of self realization, thanks Singles! Seriously ladies, its all about Janet in that movie, Janet owns it.
Then we listened to records and looked at stacy's amazing collection of books and zines. Girlfriend is like a library of cool shit you wish was yours. Also, if you haven't checked it out, give her awesome blog a look by clicking here.
Today I rode my bike around the rose bowl a bunch of times, paid a bill, went grocery shopping and im going to pick athena up from the airport tonight and i feel powerful and awesome. Yay! Summer.
PS!!!
Amazing interview that Jessica Hopper did with Erika here http://www.girlsguidetorocking.com/wordpress/?p=71
Jezebal does it again! Tracie is a brilliant genius. Tracie can you here me? Tracie can you see me? Tracie can you feel me?
http://jezebel.com/5259716/comic-confrontations-judge-judy-vs-feminists-part-2
http://jezebel.com/5222087/comic-confrontations-judge-judy-vs-perez-hilton
Brilliance!
Then we listened to records and looked at stacy's amazing collection of books and zines. Girlfriend is like a library of cool shit you wish was yours. Also, if you haven't checked it out, give her awesome blog a look by clicking here.
Today I rode my bike around the rose bowl a bunch of times, paid a bill, went grocery shopping and im going to pick athena up from the airport tonight and i feel powerful and awesome. Yay! Summer.
PS!!!
Amazing interview that Jessica Hopper did with Erika here http://www.girlsguidetorocking.com/wordpress/?p=71
Jezebal does it again! Tracie is a brilliant genius. Tracie can you here me? Tracie can you see me? Tracie can you feel me?
http://jezebel.com/5259716/comic-confrontations-judge-judy-vs-feminists-part-2
http://jezebel.com/5222087/comic-confrontations-judge-judy-vs-perez-hilton
Brilliance!
Monday, May 18, 2009
Viva!
I went to Arizona this weekend to hang out with my mom and my sister. It was awesome. When my mom first went out there it freaked me out, it was weird to think of her outside of pasadena. to me, my mom is californian, she lived here for 40 years and thats where she raised me, but its cool to see her in the desert, she does it alot better than i would expect. and technically, she has more relatives in those parts, as that is where our ancestors are from. So my beautiful black haired sexy latin/indigenous american family was all around me. Thanks dad, thanks alot you white, blue eyed bastard. I could have looked like this! I kid, I kid. Really, there's nothing like being teased your entire life about being left on the doorstep by the postman, its self esteem building! Har Har. No, I kid, I LOVE my family. I love our unique american history, and I love that when people ask me where my family is from i say, new mexico and that that's it. Viva! You came to us you white bitches! You came to us.
It was shaman esque fer sure.
my moms alter.
It was shaman esque fer sure.
my moms alter.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
The Passenger
Yay! Small dreams one at a time! This is my new column, if it does well on the internet they might think of running it in the actual paper!!!! So tell all your homies to read it and comment!
Yay! Yay!
My new column for the LA Weekly!
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Oliver and Willa Lipson. Man, there's nothing else to say, except I wish I was in Brooklyn to hug them. Little loves.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
TECHnical Difficulties
2000- Marianne's roof
The old timey time writins
Sorry for the lack of bloggins. I went to this wild crazy surreal event friday night for the Weekly which I can't tell u about until the Weekly thing happens, sowee, but it was at the Nokia theater and those bastards confiscated my camera. So now I'm on a wild goose chasums to get it back.
In any event, I googled myself today- whatevs don't play like you've never done it- and low and behold, my community college lit journal has been put online! And whatta know, an excerpt from my badly mangled novel I wrote between the ages of 19 and 20 is on there! I had totally forgotten about it's existence. Consequently, it still stands as the only piece of fiction I've ever had published. I don't have the physical journal anymore, it's lost in a wrinkle in time, but it was fun to read this, the writing is simultaneously worse and better than I thought it would be, if that makes any sense. And I don't know who I was kidding by calling this thing fiction. It's about me with a big pile of duh attached. For those interested in reading bad community college prose click on the link at the top and scroll down to I think it's page 17 or 16 on the pdf. It's called Firecrackers and Cigarettes. Ooooh lala.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
YESSSS!!!!!
So my mentor, the wonderful top notch smart as a whip Jessica Hopper has the official release date and book cover and everything ready on her new book for girls, it's called THE GIRLS GUIDE TO ROCKING. It's a guide for girls who want to rock. That's right. A rock n roll guide for girls!!!!!! Amazing.
Anyway, I spent all last summer working on it, I was the research assistant and authored the colored pull-out timeline that's inside. Jessica worked her tail off writing this thing I'm so proud to have been a part of it.
Jessica's blog post about it on her badical blog
The books official blog
The books official website
become a fan of the book on Facebook!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Sit on It
So I feel like a broken record. My friends, they are awesome and I love them. Sarah and I rolled together on over to Julie's most beautiful petite little art show. It was so sweet and well crafted and charming. Max and I meta blogged live from the scene of the crime. We then headed over to see the New Barbarian Show. They performed. OMG wtf, what?. It was an exercise in grown up self restraint. Never in my grownup state have I ever wanted to be my disrespectful bad behaved rude bratty heckly self before. I literally wanted to throw milkshakes on these people and set their dumb capes on fire. To pacify this urge I took a photo of the acupuncture sign.
We then went to Two Boots- it's in LA now and still yucky!- and then to another opening, I've lost track, and then finally to Hop Louie where the girls were. Yay Katie! Yeah Kate! Yeah Sascha! Yeah Kelly! We all let our hair down and a truly epic night of grinding went down in the grinding hall of fame. Tut Tut shake your butt!
On a side note, Kate Wolf is one of the most beautiful girls I know, honestly, can girlfriend take a bad photo?
This what Max and i look like when we blog.
Friday, May 1, 2009
The Creationist.
Ever since I was 19 I've wanted an office.
Erika came to town and I saw her play at the Smell. Dood. Words cannot describe how fucking amazing this performance was. She is, to put it mildly, a guitar virtuoso.
Fucking unreal.
Where the magic happens.
Erika came to town and I saw her play at the Smell. Dood. Words cannot describe how fucking amazing this performance was. She is, to put it mildly, a guitar virtuoso.
Fucking unreal.
Where the magic happens.
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