Dear Summer, Stop Killing People

R.I.P

Happy Birthday!

Yay! Fats Domino and King Tut are one! Thanks for being such wonderful little companions.



no more cat posts for awhile. promise.

Once You Were a Baby

Also, bonus cat photo! My old roommate Pinta sent a pic from Brooklyn. She's lost some weight!

The BoneYard

So hey, to carry over a few themes from yesterday, I'm just gonna give it to you straight. If you're lazy, a minuscule amount of sarcastic, love music, know what terminology such as 'wave' 'post' 'no' fuzzed out' 'wah wah' and other stoopid phrases mean, sometimes in that order or mixed up, for instance you can put em in a bag and shake it up and pull em out and get 'no wave' that one's easy and for beginners, or what about, 'post wah wah', or something truly stoopid like, 'psychedelic fuzzed pop meanderings.' That one is a personal fave, but really WTF does it MEAN? I sure as hell don't know but I write it alot and people publish it. If any of this sounds vaguely appealing to you, you should try to be a rock critic. Sure no on knows when the Weeklies will hit the bucket - the legalization of weed though has made them momentarily flush, in California at least- and you don't get paid that much, but really are you getting paid that much now? You're young, upwardly mobile, you belong to the privileged class- not privileged in terms of finances, you could be on public assistance and poor as fuck, I mean, you know how the ladder works to the finer humidified air, or you wouldn't be reading this, and if you don't, get thee to a community college and just KEEP MOVING FORWARD- p.s, persistence and credit cards will be your staff and shield-, but I digress. The best part is if you go to grad school like I am you can get a Masters and live on student loans until you find a job teaching at community college, which will be easier to get if you are getting published on a semi regular basis. This could be the job for you. Cos seriously, I'm in a bikini top on my couch in my house with the AC on eating leftover grapes from my reading and doing research on Nobunny and GETTING PAID. I'm on youtube, watching Nobunny jump around. And when I'm stuck I hop on Facebook and look at boys I have crushes on. Currently there are three. Did you really think I had a bone for just one dood? It's a BONEYARD! Get those resumes together, start lying about where you've been published, no one checks that shit, and start your brand new career. But here's the secret, the part that does matter, if you don't have this, you might got nothin, YOU HAVE TO LOVE MUSIC. That shit you cant fake, but if you've got that then you've got everything.
Oh yeah, you get in to shows for free. Helloooooo?!
I mean seriously, look at how awesome this is.

psps, if you feel confident singing or playing an instrument and jumping around, then fuck this shit BE Nobunny. That's where the real gold is at. Again, I mean metaphorically. I'm pretty sure whoever Nobunny is, he eats his share of gross gas station jerkies and spends most of his life pissing beside his van on some yellow dried up highway, but he's FREE.

Get What You Want and Never Want it Again

So I guess I spent this week working, which is just so bizarre to me. Not selling clothes or changing diapers or schlepping Ollie on the L train to Barnes and Noble to read books, but going to shows- for money, and going to a reading I helped organize. Do you ever wake and feel like you took the blue pill? Thats what my friend Mike calls it. I've never seen the Matrix movies so he had to explain it to me but I got the gist- like you wake up and you're like, who the fuck am I? When did I turn into this person I hardly recognize? Like deep down all I ever want to do is get stoned, jerk off and wander the city on foot looking at things and smoking cigarettes and not talking to people, even if I know them. I think thats why I loved NY so much, you can just sort of wander around lost but not lost and everyone leaves you alone, unless you want to be found and then you wander around your neighborhood and you'll bump into ten people in two blocks and have plans for the next month before you get to your front door.
The truth is, I hate talking to people, and I don't really like them very much. I'm very awkward and anti-social and I hide away a lot or move around quickly from person to person because what the fuck are we supposed to talk about? I don't know you, you don't know me. Do you want to suck on my face? No? Then get lost. I mean, not really, but I donno, it's hard for me, even though some might argue that I'm very good at talking, I'm very good at spitting out a lot of shit i don't remember saying and then running away. I will never go for drinks afterwards or remember your name. I'm afraid of you and just want to go home and watch Talking Heads youtubes in which David Byrne sings about all the things I already know. It's beside me as to why I like throwing parties, I guess I like having people swirling around, just not in my direction. This is not my beautiful house.

Emily's in town for a couple days so we saw this amazing lecture at Machine Project about the visions of St. Anthony, then to Sea and Space to see some bands play and then off to Skylight to see Dave. All of these things were highly enjoyable.






I was forced against my will to cover the Sunset Junction Street Fair. It was as bad as it sounds. Well, here:

Luckily these guys let me take shelter for most of the fest and gave me food and drink. In return I got them cups for water and bratwurst and french fries. Per usual they did not want their photos taken. You can read my "awesome" recap by clicking here



I covered the vegan FYF breakfast at the Eagle rock Center for the Arts and it was really the highlight of this weekend. It was just so chill and the vibe was insanely nice. Free tacos and raisin cookies. High Places, Silk Flowers, and Dunes played, as well as David who I saw play for the second time in two days. Incredibly both sets were totally different but equally amazing.



Five Points happened and it was awesome. Jon wore this outfit.


For some reason this picture of Maggie Nelson won't turn. I sort of like that. I'm Maggie obsessed. She was so fantastic. Her new book coming out soon is called Bluets. Ahh, so nice to say and hear.


She. is. totally. electrifying. All I ever wanted when I was fourteen was to feel this angry and now that I feel this angry all the time, its totally boring.

Holy Guacamole!

Young Hillary

Speaking of Amazing women, Wanda Jackson, the only rock n roller ever given the National Endowment for the Arts, she helped convince Elvis to go electric. She was also, obviously, a proto feminist.

Anyway, to get back to matters at hand, WOW, not to sound cynical or suspect but I cannot believe the NY Times Magazine devoted an entire issue to women's rights. And not just women's rights but women's rights GLOBALLY. They even declare it ON THE COVER the central issue of our modern times. My mouth fell open, literally, I am elated, speechless, disbelieving completely rendered stupid by this wonderful amazing news. It's like the world, America specifically, has been missing a giant link in consciousness, concentrating on pornography and toilets- this is ERA stuff, if you don't know what the ERA is google it- help yourself help yourself!- Anyhoo, and finally cleaned the wax out of its ears and the sleep out of its eyes and got THE memo. Women's rights are human rights and when human rights are denied it COSTS US MONEY! Of course women's rights are important because health and safety are the god given inalienable rights of all living persons, but also, globally, economically, sexism is expensive and counter productive to our global economy. That's right, every time you make a sexist joke, you help one more idiot think that paying for a child prostitute in Asia is A okay. You help MARKET objectification, from the smallest dumb joke to the most evil sinister act of putting a women in a cargo tank to be shipped overseas. That's right, its true, so think before you speak. That shit has consequences weather you see it or not. Hate is a disease that spreads like foot fungus, soon your shit needs to be amputated and if you don't have insurance you're gonna have to re mortgage your house and then the bank will default and public assistance will have to pick up the bill for your dumb fuck thoughtless act. It doesn't pay to be a bigot a misogynist or a racist. Money out of your pocket buddy. I guess what I'm saying is, its not funny. Suffering is a choice we can choose to continue or we can work to alleviate.
Best of all there's an incredible interview with Hillary Clinton in which she discusses in detail how these things connect. I am really so pleased that she has brought with her the voices and concerns of so many smart and hard working feminists to the forefront. Voices that might not have been given the platform in which to speak. She has been an incredible ambassador of women's rights and this issue is just one example of how her presence in the White house is changing how we see and discuss women. I hope hope hope we continue to take this issue seriously and finally give it the weight and respect it has been so sorely lacking.
link to the NY Times article
link to Jezebel's Hillary interview recap plus some good thoughts on what the issue means

From an interview I did with Wanda last year:
Do you consider yourself a feminist?
Well, I don't really know what the world today considers a feminist. I was a strong lady. I guess I do things my way, but not in every area of my life, if that makes sense to you. I was always open to criticism and suggestions and then my dad's voice would come to me to 'Do things your way.' You have to remember the mindset of America in the '50s. A woman's reputation was No. 1, and you had to keep that intact, and that's why my father traveled with me. My mother was able to hold down her day job and make all my stage clothes and everyday clothes and it was a family affair and it was wonderful and worked that way till I got married and moved away. I don't know what all that means now, but why put a tag on somebody or put them in a pigeonhole? I'm still myself. I would like to put a footnote, however, that I am very proud of working women and to be a woman. I have a daughter and a daughter-in-law and I think they're very strong people and I admire them.

Do you see how your presence has benefited many women?
Well, I hope it did. I'm told that it did. As a young woman I would wear cowboy boots and I was covering the things I should be covering, but I always loved glamorous things and the movie stars, and my mother being my seamstress, her and I got together and we knew that I was sort of hippy with bosoms, so we came up with pencil skirts and sweetheart necklines and rhinestone heels and so I think I sort of gave Dolly Parton liberty to be herself. If nothing else, I'm proud of that.

Some Sweet Hour

Not curly or fearless. Soon.


The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.


--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

- Elizabeth Bishop

Hey Mamma

HeeHaw left last night. I have the sads. :(
















Dood.