Every Single Line Means Something

Summer has turned me into an amateur photographer.




single greatest photo i have ever taken...



ps, i interviewed marnie stern once and she was really boring. good thing she's an amazing musician.
pps
this is coming out and im not really sure how i feel about it. todd p or todd p shows, pretty much are the soundtrack to my life ages 23 through 27. i mean, heather and i wouldn't have a friendship if it weren't for todd p parties. but really.. is this necessary, i mean, so... soon? plus a friend of mine who shall remain nameless said they faked his level of involvement in it. like really, you're going to pretend certain bands love you when really a lot of bands think you're crooked?
i must admit though, a small tingly part of me wants to see it just to be like, 'oh look its buddy! oh look its brooke! oh look its doug! oh looks its aaron, oh look its kasey!' and everyone else who might have lived in brooklyn the last ten years. so i won't judge before i lay eyes on it. plus, show paper is cute, i cant really hate on show paper.

And the beat goes on...

Kate curated an amazing show/reading. Kate is quite the curator.



went to machine project and saw this crazy awesome lecture on the internet and interface technology.




I was in a dance contest! Randy and I have the same shitty camera.



Charlie was injured on the job.

Vietnam has moved to LA. It's like a fuckin diaspora at this point. what's up brooklyn? i'll move back!
dave and mike discuss music.

i was number 15. i almost won but some break dancy kid kicked my ass in the end.


cathy and i had brunch at auntie ems. sooo fuckin good.


hung out with my luvs.





i saw some performance art in chinatown.







laurie came over for brunch. we hadn't seen each other in four years. laurie was the first person to ever publish my work.


some cats that i know. earl's summer stylez is Pet Cemetary. Fuzzy is stoned.

Damn, girl!

Got up super early this morning, it's currently 6:30, still pumped from last night. I saw Grace Jones at the Hollywood Bowl. If you've been reading the blog for a while then you know I am pretty much a Grace Jones fanatic as you can see here and here
Anyway, she was fantastic and I tossed and turned all night filled with excited butterflies and I drove home last night with the windows down in such a good mood at having seen such a great show by such an iconic person who represents to me, all aspects of what it means to be an innovative and boundary pushing artist. Dood, she's the female David Bowie, but just a little cooler :)
And then I stumbled into this this morning while reading the news and was filled with smiles all over again. Even if the guy doing then interview had to bring up being married to Bill. Today is going to be a good day.

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Betty, when you call me...

Oh yeah, in case you didn't know, I like Chevy Chase, just a little.

Graceland is my mothers favorite album, Paul Simon and Enya. That's her jam, and she used to chase me into the outdoors, off the dark cool shadowy sanctum of my bed in front of the TV to chase butterflies in the sun, like a cat, and I wasn't aloud to come back in till dinner and I'd wander the neighborhood dipping into liquor stores to buy Slimer Ghostbusters fluorescent green in a toothpaste looking tube gum and lay under the Camellia tree by her window listening to Paul Simon while she hummed.
Summer rolls along.

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im doing this tonight with the door open and a giant cup of black iced tea. oh how i love robert downey. summer indeed.

Summer

A Clear Midnight
by: Walt Whitman

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars.