LIVE FROM THE PENIS GALLERY

Die Die Die My Darling

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 04:26:00 +0000

Dave came over to discuss the project were doing at Workspace in January. Hush Hush for now, more later

Sarah and I spent Friday night playing Scrabble with Paul and Daniel at their adorable cabin house in the city. <3 Them.

Nick and I went to see the Misfits Saturday night at the Keyclub. We wore Misfit outfits. I had amateur Mohican cheek stripes and he had sad Liberty spikes. Anyhow. Shit went OFF. It was really surreal to be in a place like the Keyclub. Especially since between the two of us we haven't gone to a show that wasn't at Cakeshop, Silent Barn, The Smell, The Echo, or Maccaren Pool in like, forever. We were tripping out on the one hundred percent earnestness of the kids. Nothing makes you feel like an older twenty something graduate student who wears stupid teenage clothes than going to a Misfits show in Hollywood. Trust. We discerned that, a) we were probably the oldest people there and b) we probably had the most combined degrees than any other group in attendance. Because we were old.
The show was fucking fantastic.

Then we totally switched gears and went to machine Project where Emily and Ezra were rehearsing for their LACMA performance in December. It's called Temples of the Minds and it's going to be total Fillmore theatre trippy ass awesome shit!

And then this happened.

Blue Boy

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 08:58:00 +0000

I got a new camera! Yay! Fewer creative writing mind barf youtube montages and more straight up pix. which is good because i am inherently lazy and this is much easier. Five Points happened, everyone who read was great. Hedi and Sarah were AMAZING!

I like Josh's little face in the corner of this photo.

The Other Shoe Dropped

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 03:51:00 +0000

I'm sick :(

Killed by 10 million pounds of slush from New York and New Jersey

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 03:58:00 +0000

Meh, why be coy? Things are good. Starting next week I'll be writing for the Huffington Post and this Thursday at 8 PM Five Points is hosting a special reading in honor of David Gilbert's show, Blue Boy, at Workspace click me!
Readings by:
Hedi El Kholti
Sarah Wang
Margaret Wappler
Please come!
xo
ps, I was featured on my most fave fashion blog ever, Kitty's, Secret Shop, in the most amazing way imaginable!
click to seeeee!

I'm A Natural Man/Doin All I Can

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 16:57:00 +0000

Patty

Valerie

Ulrike

Shake A Tail Feather

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 16:48:00 +0000

I've been sucking at school lately. Ughh. It could be worse.

Were on the Road to Nowhere

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 21:57:00 +0000

Yesterday I was in Daniel's film, click me! that he's making for a class he's taking with Stanya Khan and it was totally fun and awesome. Paul, click me! was Daniel's assistant and poor Paul. What you can't see in these stills is the giant tree I climbed up in the park and proceeded to get stuck in. I got really panicky and teary and the job of getting me down fell on Paul, literally. I am no delicate flower and I grabbed the scruff of his shirt for dear life and then scratched and slid out of the tree, my legs and arms kicking and grasping at his shoulders until I landed on him with a giant thud, almost snapping his neck. If you've seen Paul, and you've seen me, you can understand why this was unforturnate for him.
Later that night Sarah and i went to the carnival in Eagle Rock and rode this amazing carny ride I thought was going to break. Why do all carny's a) have accidental brilliant stylz and b) all sound and look like they arrived via time machine from New Jersey 1986?
Cathy and I then had ihop on her couch. What a great day! Yeah for friends, yeah for life. Lechaim!
ps, my camera is still broke ass busted. soon soon. Paul took these. ps, why does Pandora think I like The Cure so much? I really really, don't like the Cure. What I would like is to imagine a world in which I've never heard the Cure before so that if I were to perhaps hear them for the first time I could have my mind explode. I can imagine that that's what the experience might be like. Unfortunately, even the first time i 'heard' them, I could tell I'd already heard them too much. Le sigh. We can dream. psps, I really really want to buy Nick Kent's new book, it looks awesome.

And used, big words

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 23:45:00 +0000

God, she's such a genius badass. This is a clip from a small documentary on her poem O Superman. To watch all of O Superman click here i highly recommend it.

O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
Hi. I'm not home right now. But if you want to leave a
message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you
coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don't know me,
but I know you.
And I've got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.
So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come
as you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go.
And I said: OK. Who is this really? And the voice said:
This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the
hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
Here come the planes.
They're American planes. Made in America.
Smoking or non-smoking?
And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom
of night shall stay these couriers from the swift
completion of their appointed rounds.
'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice.
And when justive is gone, there's always force.
And when force is gone, there's always Mom. Hi Mom!
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. So hold me,
Mom, in your long arms.
In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms.
In your arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms.
In your electronic arms.

Which leads me to two other beautiful, intelligent ladies who I love so dearly. My old friend Alex Pirozzi, keeper of the Williamsburg hearth and who can decorate a mean apartment- seriously it's stupid how incredibly stylish Alex is, and so perfectly east coasty. But I feel as though whenever peopel talk about Alex they get tripped up on the fun exteriors, her beautiful face, her great personal style, her amazing decorating skillz, really, it's intensley awe inspiring! Or the fact that she is the best non cook cook I know who doesn't photograph her food, she just eats it, she actually taught me a couple things I still cook up and is really the reason I started cooking in college, and not just ramen or rice a roni with heather. Because Alex would have me over to her beautiful house and i would sit in her kitchen at her table smoking cigarettes and drinking an expensive beer and watch her cook an amazing meal almost every night- mussles, fish tacos, delicious soup, like a mom. Anyhow, Alex if you can't tell is magical and the type of person who keps her old quilts wrapped in prtective plastic and placed in trunks and who listens to Galaxie 500 in her kitchen alone, reading the New Yorker, cooking an herb chicken in the oven while wearing an apron, her hair up in a messy bun smoking a cigarette like the sultry italian goddess that she is. ANYHOW, because of all these things, i think people forget that Alex is actually amazingly intelligent, as stated above, and a purveyor of social justice and one of my first 'academic' feminist friends I met in college. Her work surronding women's health and the health of children from birth control to free pre natal care has always impressed me. She is a worker of social justice on a grass roots level, and she and I were on team Hillary together from day one. Well, Ms Pirozzi has a new blog that follows her forrays into the world of health care, women's re-productive rights and the rights of all children everwhere. I admire Miss Alex so much. She has a blog called 'Listen Up' that you can now follow by clicking here- that ones for you Athena!- inside joke, moving on!-

Miss Alex
And then, my most beautiful other beautiful friend who's been on the blog many a time, and much to her chagrin, Sascha Goldhor. Her and her cool as cool can be bro Jessie, have a new blog called Gold and Goldhor. In which they follow the culinary adventures of Jonathan Gold. The best, in my opinion, and i would guess, team Goldhor as well, food critic in all the land. Sorry Anthony Bourdain, I still love you! Anyway, Sascha knows of what she speaks, she is a diligent foodie with good taste in everything and was a producer on the film 'Food Inc.' so these are matters close to her heart. click here to see thought provoking yummyness.
Oh beautiful friends, the days go by so much nicer, with a little shine from your cups.

Miss Sascha

and so that happened

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 03:23:00 +0000

it came. it went. i spent maybe six hours asleep all weekend. it was fun, predictably strange, oddly heartfelt, wtf susan miller, why you gotta lie? you said october would be a breeeeze. yeah, a breeze if you're a cold hearted fool with no feelings. tell me how not to feel susan!! tell me damnit! anyhow, times were had, my costume, now going over photos of the last 48 hours was unbelievably unflattering, red bulls were crushed like tiny cinder blocks beneath godzilla's feet and some giant doucheball dressed as a line of coke reinforced all my notions about insecure assholes. they live to make you feel better about yourself. keep trying coke boy, one day you'll look in the mirror and not hate what you see, because damnit, you're beautiful, worth it and whatever dad said, it was about him, not you :( But in all seriousness I was sort of embarrassed for him so I shouldn't make fun. The universe unfurls.
Viva Halloween!

ps my camera is a piece of shit and im absolutely buying a new one this week when i get paid. i took more pics but....but my camera sux!

Time isn't holding us, time isn't after us

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 18:19:00 +0000

I didn't take these photos, I yanked them from Heather's facebook profile, whatevs. But I wanted to post them because a) they illustrate quite clearly why HeeHaw is one of the greatest humans on earth and two- yes i rock letters and numbers together when making points- and two, they made me realize how much my life has changed in just the year and couple months since I've been away from the east coast. Halloween is quite the big deal in NY and it also served as a wonderful time to leave town and hit the road and see some nature. The landscape is different. And with nature being such a rare and welcome sight in the city, natural nature not manicured street mediums, that when you see it in it's dog given glory, it's a wonderful feeling of celebration and freedom. You've managed to escape the dadaist ridiculousness of the pulsing vibrating city, which really odes after awhile start to feel like a living, breathing thing all on its own. I miss NY and the smallness of the east coast, get on a bus and be in what feels like a different world in two hours, hop on the train and be in another state. It's not quite that easy out here. But what I have come to appreciate about the west coast, which I don't think I fully grasped until I left and returned, is the openness, the freedom, the possibility of getting lost, actually lost. Dying in the desert or driving over an hour and not seeing a single car. Despite all the strip malls and ugliness that are slowly encroaching on this distinct landscape, there is still the feeling of impossibility and wildness, unhinged mania that creeps around the edges of this place. And I love it.
Be safe, happy Halloween!!!!!

Eyes of a Stranger

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 00:55:00 +0000

When I was in high school I thought love was this flower that was asleep inside my heart and that when I met the right person it would open, like they would shine and it would bloom. At the risk of sounding cheesy, when I closed my eyes in high school and thought about life it looked like this. A literal flower. I was a really intense, emotional, self destructive kid. I say kid because anyone younger than twenty is a kid to me now. I still feel like that person sometimes. Certain people I meet bring it out and it's just the most shocking feeling. Like a ghost limb I lost in some heartsick war that I manged to amputate in order to survive. I feel it twitch and its this intense dislocating feeling. In a way every day that I wake up and shower and make my bed and try to eat at least one fruit and one vegetable and smile and not be moody and shake peoples hands and nod and not engage in terribly inappropriate enmeshing conversations with people, is a day I feel like i'm going through the grownup motions. Because it is, but its best that way, for me, and for the people in my life. So to meet an equally disjointed person who you instantly recognise as going through the motions, is weird. Weather it be in friendship or love. It's scary and I want to run. Even though every fiber of my being says GO ALL THE WAY.
Anyway, I don't act on these impulses, rarely ever. I like my life the way it is, I pay my bills, go to school, hang out with friends, see my shows and turn my work in on time and meet my deadlines.
The world is filled with missed connections, paths in the universe that somehow never crossed. If I had known you when I was twenty-five, if we had been friends in high school, if I had seen you looking down from the balcony of the mall. If you had lent me quarters for the pac man machine, that even in 1996 was retro. If I bought you an iced tea on melrose at the punk rock store.
But all these criss crossed moments through the universe are only that, missed moments and I wake up and do the motions knowing that the world is filled with people just like me and sometimes we pass each other and it feels like lightning.
But ultimately, now, I'm too grown up and no amount of feeling high is worth not feeling clean.
ps. I want a time machine so I can go to 1983 and ride the alpine slide at action park. thanks katie! i'm obsessed now! click here to read about americas most dangerous theme park. now closed. god this place looks like it ruled!
"It's like coming to Broadway, it's wonderful." YESSS!!!! Tacky old NJ grandma, YESSS!!!!

Totally the best band in LA right now

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 19:44:00 +0000

shit, this is soooo goood.

Eskimo

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 18:34:00 +0000

So a couple things have inspired today's post. One I'm at school waiting to meet with my students to go over their essays that are due next week and I have alot of time to blow, two I finally finally after three years of doing this here darn blog, installed a stat counter. Wow, was it eye opening. First off waaaaaaaay more people read the blog than I thought. Most of them are coming from Jessica's website and Jezebel. Which hey, is way cool. I'm totes flattered. Also, from places like Minnesota and Seattle?! Vhat? Boston, Alex is that you? Awesome. A shout out to my Internet homie in Poland. Who are you?
Well, once I realized people were actually reading this I decided to take a slightly less fart around attitude and write an actual article type thing. I've decided to address's advice columns. One advice website in particular. If you hop around the Internet and use your noodle you might be able to put two and two together. This site makes me want to poke my eyeballs out with shrimp forks, if you don't know what website I'm referring to, consider yourself lucky and enjoy the free advice.

Honest to Dawg!
My new advice column!!!! Aka Life Advice aka the ‘Menz’. Things to try:
Wear stained underwear on a first date. Guess what? If you take it off he WON’T GIVE A SHIT IF IT’S DIRTY. If you keep it on he’ll never know it’s stained. So you know, WHO GIVES A CRAP?! A real life boy told me this and when I said, 'really?!' he looked at me like I was insane.
Burp and or ‘accidently’ fart on a date. Guess what, he’s done these things too. And if he runs away or gets grossed out you should try one of two things 1. Date a grownup 2. Be happy that the universe has removed one more horrible shallow man from getting in the way of finding the manz who will love and respect you for who you are.
3. Smile, laugh, say, “I disagree” when he says something you disagree with. He will.
4. Compliment one girl every day on something other than her a. hair, b. outfit, c. boyfriend. Oh, that has nothing to do with man related things.
Exactly.
5. If you go to the gym or have a gym membership take the New Yorker or a book and a bag of chips. Read and eat them while sitting on the bike machine. Then take a shower and go home.
6. Sing out loud in your car while stuck in freeway traffic. If you are next to someone smoking, role down your window and ask for a cigarette.
7. Wear makeup if you want don’t wear it if you don’t. Meh, who cares? Treat yourself to a chocolate shake from In N Out instead. It will bring more pleasure than a forty dollar anti wrinkle cream, you crazy baby faced twenty something weirdo!!!!

Myths about boys/men:
That they are boneheaded babies
That they ‘don’t get it.’ Bullshit.
That they mature slower than us- not so, we don’t hold them to a high enough standard.

Don’t wreck yourself for a slimeball. If he doesn’t see you now no amount of ‘how to snag a guy’ advice will bring you into focus. Also, never let a big fat sexist man named Greg Behrendt tell you that again. I've just absolved him of his good will gesture on our behalf and will tell you this for free. Thank you Greg, we got the memo, now go away.

George Bush isn’t dumb. George Bush is evil. We’ve been too kind.

If you follow these rulz, it might take awhile for you to find a ‘proper’ manz, but that leads us to the most important part: THATS OKAY. Learn to be happy alone. You’re going to wind up alone someday anyway, even if you win the hetero life lottery and it’s blissful, the human heart drifts and wanders into dark and shallow currents, you need to learn to face sadness head on. You might find that it’s not that bad and in fact empowering. As Julio said on the Biggest Loser before he got packed up and shipped back home ‘I used to make fun of those people that picked the fatty things off their plates, but there’s a certain strength in it.”

Don’t take advice from blog advice columns. Especially shallow nineteen fifties blog advice columns disguised as edgy hip blog advice columns. You’re smarter than that.

Also, I'm vain, narcissistic, moralistic, insecure, preachy, condescending and need to take all of my own advice. Read this with a grain of salt.

I love you, Nikki.

Not really, I don’t really love you at all, I don’t really know you, well some of you I’m sure. Maybe I love like two percent of you, but who cares. You love you. That’s what really matters.

Elegance

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 23:08:00 +0000

"I believe in messages"

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 07:06:00 +0000

Artist and feminist icon Nancy Spero has passed away. She will be missed.
What's amazing about Nancy's work is that she inspired so many creative and political people, even those that didn't/don't consider themselves visual artists. For instance she inspired my undergrad mentor Ann Snitow, who of all my professors had the greatest impact on my education and who I chose to be, not just a writer, but a writer with a purpose. Ann's writing is academic but it shines with the polish of someone inspired by other fields and is punctuated with broad imagery that can be traced to her love of visual arts and visual mediums. It's all connected. Ann was greatly impacted by Nancy, I was greatly impacted by Ann. And so, in a real way, it matters, every day how we act and treat one another. It is a simple human truth. RIP Nancy.
Read Jessica Hopper's beautiful obit on her blog by clicking here

"A pioneer of feminist art, Nancy Spero’s work since the 1960s is an unapologetic statement against the pervasive abuse of power, Western privilege, and male dominance. Executed with a raw intensity on paper and in ephemeral installations, her work often draws its imagery and subject matter from current and historical events such as the torture of women in Nicaragua, the Holocaust, and the atrocities of the Vietnam War."
ps, this post was not intended to be preachy or moralistic, but rather to show my great appreciation for the circle of knowledge that I have been privileged to encounter. When I make statements like 'it all matters' I'm talking to myself as well, someone who easily gets caught up in the petty day to day. Sometimes I need to remember to take a step back, relax, breathe and be grateful for what I've been given.

Drive Your Chevrolet into the San Francisco Bay

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 03:50:00 +0000

Halloweenie house!

So hey, lookie here, it's fall, or autumn or whatever you prefer to call it. All I know is that my landlord came over today to fix my heater and now it's all snug and cozy in my house. I haven't been taking pics lately cos I just haven't been feeling it. So here's a smattering of some things I've done lately, but really this isn't an accurate portrait of how I've been spending my time. One thing I did regret not bringing my camera to was last night at The Raincoats. They were amazing. Cathy flipped out in a good way, kind of how I did when we went to see Grace Jones this summer. Sascha was equally enthralled and I had secret shame about the fact that of the many musical influences of Kurt Cobain, Daniel Johnston was the one album I decided to buy in high school. Not that there's anything wrong with DJ, I love him still and am definitely in the 'he's a genius' camp, but that I wasn't drawn to the girl groups he really pumped alot. But that 'Hi how are you?' shirt was so compelling! I mean, besides the Pixies, but I didn't need KC to tell me about them, I mean, I DID go to HS in the 90's. I do love the Raincoats now though but was definitely late to the party, as I told CDLC, I was a BIG ASS STONER in high school and a pyschobilly punk. My tastes diverged a bit from the politically correct. I mean as soon as I understood how to use the internet and ebay, the first things I bought were a bootleg video of GNR at the Whisky in 1986 which I promptly gave away to Jim Greco when I was 20 because i was an idiot- thats right, I was late to alot of parties, the internet included. u can ask anyone who knows me about my social retardation with technology, again i don't think i can stress enough when i say, BIG STONER- and a rare Sub Pop Soundgarden LP, Hands All Over, which I still have. Basically I listened to Led Zeppelin, The Misfits and Tom Petty. What can I say? I live for a good guitar solo. I mean guitar solos are what really really do it for me. Long, convoluted, winding, psychotic, head exploding, mind expanding, stoney baloney guitar solos. I LOVE GUITAR. I am gonzo for the solo. But back then I still loved the Pretenders, PJ Harvey, Op Ivy, the B52's, and Patti Smith. It wasn't all that bad. In any event. Girl Power.

Wounded Lion at Eagle Rock Music Festival

Eileen at Machine

The Eileen and Maggie Nelson reading at China Art Objects

Hedi's cute face.

The amazing show at Workspace that Katie curated.

ps, sunday i had brunch with my dad- and by brunch i mean the ihop on fig cos were classy like that- and we discussed gentrification in highland park where i live. and i said, 'yeah, alot of kids are moving into the neighborhood, it's crazy' and he said 'by kids do you mean people your age?' and i said, 'yeah' and he says 'I hate to break it to you but you're an adult, nicole. when i was twenty-nine i owned a business, a house and your sister was 10.' oh man, shut down by my own dad. actually, thats been happening my whole life. but shut down for all the right reasons. im a man baby!

Rainbow Arabia

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Sat, 10 Oct 2009 00:03:00 +0000

I've recently been obsessed with Mood, Haw Lin's blog. My only criticism of his site is that he is too obsessed with boobs and artsy fartsy fashion mags. I like them too but theres only so many anorexic girls taking off polo shirts and wearing timberlands or wrapped in gauzy crap I can stand. I decided to make my own. It was incredibly theraputic and fun. Aesthetics is a game i can play all day.

Beasts

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:18:00 +0000

Love

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 00:56:00 +0000

You know what really pisses me off? Idea thieves. It happened again, a magazine that will remain nameless rejected a pitch I sent about a month ago on the grounds that it was too "personal an essay", that mind you I only pitched because another magazine I wrote the essay for on spec- never again-, I'll mention that one, The Believer, turned it away at the last minute for the same reason, stole the name of the essay, and used it for an article about FOOD. The title of the essay is very specific and not one that you would necessarily even associate with food unless someone had recently seen this small thread of words together, like oh say, in a pitch.
Now I know intellectual property is slippery and one could argue that it was a coincidence but I will tell you right now, it wasn't. This happens alot actually and it more than anything pisses me off. More than any other aspect of this business idea thievery bothers me to the bone. I'll be frank you, I don't make enough to pay the bills and must supplement my income from outside sources and as a writer you depend on the integrity and honesty of others to respect your unpublished intellectual property, which is what I refer to it as. Ideas are hard to come by, they don't grow on trees and most of the time when a writer pitches something it's because they are able and willing and excited to follow the path that is that story, and so when you pull that right away, when you TAKE it away you are stealing a little from their mouths. But most of all, their art.
Now would be a good time to mention that I do more than just write music reviews or Best of LA funny ticky tacky blurbs. I write poetry, short stories, feminist academic responses to pop culture and right now a novel. I consider myself every bit an artist as someone who paints for hours or plays guitar in a dark room. Trying to get my work out to you, the world, is difficult and many times the only thing people are willing to let me write, are music reviews or interviews, which I don't mind, but there is so much more I want to do and to have people in a position of power to rob me of an opportunity is selfish and in my opinion, unconscionable.
I now can no longer pitch this essay with this title because it is too similar to the one in this magazine, no one will publish it, and its an essential part of the story, it SETS up the narrative. It's a very clever, witty title. Which I now know even more because someone took it from me for their own use. I was currently working on having my friend score it for me so I could read it as a performance piece. AND on top of everything else, the magazine that did this is one that I really loved and have been reading since the nineties and I believe has played an integral role in young girls finding their voices and inner strength. I am beyond peeved. It wasn't a music review or an interview with a band, it was a personal academic essay, an intellectual property I now need to re appraise.
And while were on the subject of things I hate, I hate semi famous people fucking with my friends and taking advantage of them. Being an artist is REALLY FUCKING HARD and it takes lots of sacrifices from the person trying to make their way. Many of us don't lead traditional lives and put alot of time and energy and money at stake on the hopes that we might reach our goals, so to have someone who's been there, who knows the struggle and has then made it to a position of mobility, to take advantage of a currently struggling individual is fucked up. Uggh, I'm so fed up with everything.
I need to clean my house because it looks like the inside of my head and I'm sitting here stuffing my face and wondering, will this be the nacho, will this be the nacho that satisfies me, but of course it never is.
ps, can we put roman polanski, jon gosslin, and woody allen on a boat to hell? jesus, im so OVER it.

I Hate You

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Sun, 04 Oct 2009 16:40:00 +0000

Do you like the fashions? Then you should visit my good friend Lisa's click me new blog click me!
She's amazing, buy her clothes if you can afford them! She is incredible. A real visionary.

Do you live in Pennsylvania? Then order food from my good friend Capri, click here! who has started an amazing 'posi core, vegetarian, vegan, organic, sustainable' catering company. I can attest from eating a ton of her food that it's waaaay delicious. And you never feel gross when you're done, you feel healthy and full and like, the opposite of food coma. Visit her new website by clicking here Plus it's all made in a magic forrest.
ps, cathy came over and saged my cat. YES!

On a Wizard on a Whale

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 17:33:00 +0000

So last night I had the pleasure of seeing one of this years sausages in person! Well, I didn't meet him but Sarah and I went to see Pearl Jam. Age-ed balding frat boys en masse. We even got attaked by a crazy Pearl Jam fan because we didn't look like we were HAVING ENOUGH FUN. Some icky woman who looks like she's been doing bong rips since the release of Ten. I had to go for work and it RULED!!!! Then we feasted on griiilled cheeese! That's it.

Happy Banned Book Week!

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 18:41:00 +0000

This week the American Library Association is celebrating banned books! How cool is the American Library Association, they've always been way hepper cats then I give them credit for. How cheeky, I mean really? If you go on the website they have a little blurb about free speech and have complied banned books by decade author et cetera.
Gloria Anzaldua and I would like to present the list of most challenged books. I think you could also switch the title to greatest literary classics and no one would be the wiser. The number on the left represents where the book falls on the ALA list of 100 greatest novels. Viva books!

1. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
2. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
3. The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
4. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
5. The Color Purple by Alice Walker
6. Ulysses by James Joyce
7. Beloved by Toni Morrison
8. The Lord of the Flies by William Golding
9. 1984 by George Orwell
11. Lolita by Vladmir Nabokov
12. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
15. Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
16. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
18. The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
19. As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner
20. A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway
21. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
23. Their Eyes are Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
24. Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison
25. Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison
26. Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell
27. Native Son by Richard Wright
28. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey
29. Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
30. For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway
33. The Call of the Wild by Jack London
34. To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf
35. Portrait of a Lady by Henry James
36. Go Tell it on the Mountain by James Baldwin
38. All the King's Men by Robert Penn Warren
45. The Jungle by Upton Sinclair
48. Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence
49. A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
53. In Cold Blood by Truman Capote
54. Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger
55. The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie
56. Jazz by Toni Morrison
57. Sophie's Choice by William Styron
58. Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner
59. A Passage to India by E. M. Forster
60. Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton
61. A Good Man Is Hard to Find by Flannery O'Connor
62. Tender Is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald
63. Orlando by Virginia Woolf
64. Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence
65. Bonfire of the Vanities by Tom Wolfe
66. Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut
67. A Separate Peace by John Knowles
73. Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs
75. Women in Love by D. H. Lawrence
80. The Naked and the Dead by Norman Mailer
84. Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller
88. An American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser
97. Rabbit, Run by John Updike
98. Where Angels Fear to Tread by E. M. Forster
99. Main Street by Sinclair Lewis
100. Midnight's Children by Salman Rushdie

SGV Por Vida! I love you, you Mousy Bitch!

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 16:55:00 +0000

Sarah turned another year young and had the most amazing party in like, forever. Shiz got crayzee. but in the 'there is no party after this party' kind of way. you can put sarah in a dress, you can put sarah in a fancy house in beverly hills, you can surround sarah with classy art and peeps, she can read a million books on philosophy and theory but you cant take the Swang out of the sarah. girlfriend is a good ass time. and that is one of the one million reasons why i love her so.

you don't know me!

birthday beauty. she looked gorgeous.

mateo's. face.

The Dude

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Fri, 25 Sep 2009 23:21:00 +0000

Someone needs to get Zigs on the phone and tell him that he has a doppelganger and it's the new Venezuelan LA Phil conductor Gustavo Dudamel.
But this post is not about that snippity salamander but rather about beautiful Gustavo. I very rarely post LA Weekly stuff on here other than my own but I must share, if you have not picked up this weeks LA Weekly, do so, now. Gustavo Dudamel the twenty-eight year old new conductor taking over for Esa Pekka Salonen is on the cover and the adjoining article is wonderful! Aside from being a total babe the Dude, as he is called, le sigh, is also one of the first successful alumnae of Venezuela's famous El Sistena orchestra started in the early eighties to change the lives of poor and marginalized youths in that country. The program has had overwhelming success and many of its first students and graduates- as you would cal them- are now in their late twenties. Many our now going into philharmonics around the world and energizing classical music with zest and youth. Something that is transforming the way the music is heard and received critically. Gustavo is the most visually available of these working musicians. And taking over our philharmonic!
I grew up not surprisingly in a house with music, around music lovers, my mom liked Paul Simon, Enya, Credence Clearwater, Tina Turner, Cream, Los Lobos, Bob Marly, et cetera, my dad only listened to Jazz but he was a fiend and the short while I lived with him it was always on in the house, my sister was into Goth and listened to the normal nineteen eighties bag of The Cure, Cocteu Twins and the odd Prince song. But classical I was not exposed to until school. I was lucky enough o be in schools with amazing music programs my entire life, even if I couldn't play I developed a taste for classical, and now I love it very much, although I wish I had a deeper knowledge of it. In any event I will definitely be heading to the Disney Center and the Hollywood Bowl next summer to see the Dude.
click here to read the entire article

Oh the Humanity

write.ndarling@gmail.com (pasadoughnuts) — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 06:52:00 +0000

Because Stacy is a kind soul she came over to my hermit hole and helped me read and grade essays for my undergrad class. uggghh.
sorry this blog is turning into the den of slack, as lelaina likes to say. i have been doing things and going out a tiny bit but ive been sort of sick and a little bummy and not really into photographing things. plus ive been bz up the wazoo with school.
in any event, because i have been reading so many books and writing so much and and just consumed with literature and philosophy and theory these past two weeks, i thought it was actually fitting to have stacy on the blog. her blog btw is the definitive source for all things literary and sort of the best book blog on the nets. visit it. it ruuuulz.
seriously her blog is amazing and way addicting click here to read it!
Oh I cut my hair! yayayayayayay! it needed to happen. i feel 19. this is the same haircut i had when i was 19. and in alot of ways, i actually feel 19 these days. its strange and i'm too sleepy to elaborate.
goodnight moon.
Read:
Of Human Bondage
The Importance of Being Iceland
Hells Angels
Zeroville
Tender Buttons, but only after reading William James's essay The Stream of Thought. It will blow your mind.
A Cool Million
Wuthering Heights- trust me!
Bad Behavior