Fear and Loathing in Arizona

So I just came back from a long week at my moms place in Arizona, which still freaks me out to no end. That she lives there, and not on Mentor in Pasadena behind the Chicken Waffles where i spent the first 19 years of my life until I got kicked out onto my bratty, spoiled, no good ass.
Things that are true: Man on a Wire, Gonzo the Hunter S. Thompson Documentary, are- amazing. If you haven't seen Man on a wire SEE IT. The Gonzo doc, wow, I don't know what to say, it wasn't that the thing was so great, it was aight, but The Dukes life was so intense, bizarre and oddly beautiful, without trying to glamorize the obvious pain and horrible addiction he couldn't free himself from, but wow, the man was talented, beautiful, and could rock a pair of white converse. I never gave Gonzo much attention because I was always very enraptured with Miss Didion. I am now a Gonzo-ite. Hail to the Duke.
After that Marianne and her sister Lisa and I roadtripped it back to CA, where we stopped at the George Patton Museum and saw some of the freakiest shit I've ever seen shoved into a weird room on the side of the desert. It was like that scene in Beavis n Butthead when they do peyote and trip to White Zombie n Rat Fink.

Then we stopped at Shields in palm desert or as Marianne said, "screw those asses at Hadley's". For real, Shields is the bomb, 10 times better than Hadley's and doesn't serve bananas. Then we stopped at the dinosaurs and went inside the Wheel Inn. We are going to fire bomb that burger king that moved in next store and is stealing business from the wheel inn, and blocking the view of the dinosaurs. If you look down at my little "about me, my profile" pic, where I'm like, six, I'm wearing my wheel inn shirt. im proud of that one. and then we waved at the morongo casino and sailed home into the bright lights of the inland empire and the many meth labs that dotted the freeway hills.
I also went to the LA Record Christmas party before I left and burned the midnight oil with nerd headquarters. Aw, there's nothing like a powerful, obsessive, ego maniacal, multi-talented nerd to send you off into the desert night.





Date Shakes for the strong and weary.















my favorite la la liz taylor ornament ive had since i was in high school.






my mom made me my favorite meal in the whole world, posole. she also bought me woody guthries, bound for glory. shes pretty much the best. also, dont try too hard to guess whats in that soup, its pretty much nothing you would ever want to put in your mouth if u didnt grow up eating it.


brian's awesome band blank blue played. they killed it.

this is the face i make when im asking chris n charlie for something.


entrance played and i head banged.


dave n jessica! viva brooklyn 2004!

alias, short shorts.

The men behind the myth. the magic that is la record.

drain every beer left over at home and listen to ghosts in the other room

i stole a moment! arizona is big and cold. this warms my heart. oh white girls. white girls white girls. what would this big ol world do without u. los angeles is a skyline on a distant horizon and excene lives on a farm.

Dry heaving for your love: smell ya next year.

So ive been posting a a lot this week because im leaving tomorrow for arizona and will be gone for two weeks, and there will be no internets, but there will be roadtrips! marianne and i are going to tear up the highway. neway, ive been trying to send every 'business' email i have to send b4 i leave, so that means lots of procrastination which means lots of blogging.
so, im leaving you with this: faith no more at rock n rio in 1990 being one of the most awesome bands to ever form. god fucking damn! merry fucking christmas. i care a lot!

Tattoo You

Okay, so if you didnt know, and why would u, this is like one of my favorite anythings. Music, image, the whole enchilada. Whenever i watch this i feel hypnotized. Anyhow, because im one of those cheesy nards that loves tattoos and thinks tattoos are sexy and cool and all the lame stuff your mom hopes you dont think about tattoos and all the lame stuff ashlee simpson and pete wentz think about tattoos, i sadly, think those things about tattoos. u can take the girl off the 1997 melrose, but you cant take the 1997 melrose off the girl. that said, the title text that say's 'a film by kenneth anger' and 'the end' is the font i want to get on my arm. and its going to say 'the end' jsut like in the film. WHAT FUCKING EVER! i think its cool and i think boys that smoke cigarettes are hawt. go eat a piece of organic tofu from fresh and easy and choke on it.

Also- here's a sneak peak, the very last paragraph: In a perfect world, the role of Axl Rose would not need to be appropriated. There are the Patti’s, Debbie’s and Chrissie’s, but as pop culture rolls along, the list of empowered women in rock--in the mainstream--is shrinking. We need new voices to be heard, we need to pull the Marnie Stern’s, Mika Miko’s and Erase Eratta’s out from the shadows of the underground. We need women who perform the same functions as Axl, without the repercussions or reproach. So that they can duplicate and proliferate, like the fan fiction, spun from that powerful, attractive, rock n roll, mystique.

Make it happen! Because I can't, I don't know how to play an instrument and I'm too old to learn.

Mi novios

mi bebé gatos han robado mi corazón para siempre. mi muchacho de más edad se está convirtiendo en un hombre y lo amo más cada día.




We live in a cottage of coziness.

Wildness!!

OMG! No, your eyes do not deceive you, I did just write omg, anyway, last night was the last wildness of 2008 and it was insane. Tons of funz. Fo reals.
I booty shaked.


And took my picture with the king. Glory be thy name.



Kate's students gave her a fucking American Express card for her birfday. Awesome. Seriously, I had seconds of jealousy.

This is Katie telling the story of the worst/cruelest thing she ever did as a kid, and it's actually not that bad, but pretty awful at the same time. The best part was that it took her like ten minutes to tell a really short story because every time she got the to the part where she was going to tell me the bad thing, she would stop and bust up laughing. It was hilarious she just couldn't say it. Clearly, Katie's conscious is racked with guilt.






Sarah and Sayer are trying to tell me something. Maybe goodnight and put the fucking camera away?

Coming Through In Waves

I am chilly, wrapped in a blanket and drinking mint tea. The boys are asleep in a ball, Marlowe is asleep under the porch, dry and toasty, while it rains buckets outside. I'm utterly comfortable. Not much to say, except, another awesome weekend.
We went to Sarah's friend, Carthic's(sp)final project party at Art Center. It was huge and catered with the most delicious spread of Indian Food. The art was really nice too. I actually liked it a lot. Interpret that however you want.
Then on Saturday it was beautiful Kate's 27th birthday, but I forgot my camera! There was fondu and tons of deliciousness. Happy birthday Kate!
The next night I went to go see On Holiday play and I fuckin forgot my camera, I was soooooo pissed. On Holiday has gone through a bit of a lineup change, now it also includes Brendan from the Antarticans and Crooked Cowboy, plus the addition of some weird instrument called a Celeste. I am not joking, if u see that On Holiday is playing GO SEE THEM LIVE! They are the BEST band in Los Angeles right now, I cannot even tell you how amazing the show was, Marianne is a real artist, the kind of person who creates without thinking about audience, product or notoriety, she creates in a vacuum of intensity, she is cray cray like a real artist and concerned with the process and the result as in, is it something she can stand behind and live with. Does it bring her joy and was it worthwhile to create. These are the things that make me wonder if she will ever become commercially successful, but in any event, you MUST GO! It is breathtaking to watch them, they rule it so hard.
Then Sunday night i had dinner with Paulie and Daniel at Adam and Julia's, beautiful magic house. Their friend Sean was visiting from Brooklyn, and we heard stories about Rhode Island and farmhouses and freezing cold winters where you hide under mountains of blankets and never move from that one spot in the bed that will cocoon u all night. It made me miss the east coast, but then I quickly rejoiced in the fact that it is, in all honesty, pretty easy here, winter wise, and it's nothing a cup of hot mint tea, two fat kittens and a big quilt can't fix.


Sascha and I are hair twins. She is the fierce.

Burger was in party mode! Burger... awww. I wuv her.










Julia made this persiman, ginger, lemon, lime fruit salad that was seriously, amazing.

Mr. Johnson was a big hit. A big fat, furry, orange hit.