Funny You Should Ask

My personal top of pops. Enjoy and Happy New Year!!!!!!!






best part? the tags in marker on the knuckles. it washes off. download it now.

its time to make some music videos, you old men. just kidding, if youre old than so am i. ride on, rock on forever.

get lost in this one. its like joni mitchel on helium on acid on boones.
Things to look forward to:
Emily Lacy full length next month/this month
EMA this spring
Men, soon?

From the old timey vault

Googling yourself is like masturbating, everyone does it alone when the door is locked, so lets all just get over that right now. Okay, so I found this earlier while jerking myself off. It's from 2005. I'm honestly a little embarrassed by how much wittier and cleverer I was back then. Maybe a wet brain really does do a writer good. Oh Gawker, Dr. Mishkin, New York, what a dream.


And just for shits and giggles, I offer this absolutely mesmerizing interview with Leonardo Dicaprio conducted by Daisy Fuentes that disolves into this incredible cringe ride that alternates between total rudeness, flirtation, mutual dislike and then absolute raw sexual chemistry and then peters out into a clip of young Leo being straddled by a 90's actress blonde. The best part? When Leo mispronounces the name of the films screenwriter and then checks his watch on air. All the while Daisy refuses to play the apologetic ninny, holding her own and even taking the last shot. It is riveting, riveting stuff.

After Basketball Diaries young Leo played Rimbuard. Whatta wanna bet he's got some dusty, nineties notebook scribbled with bad poetry? Like my man Katzban likes to say "Someone telling me their favorite poet is either Bob Dylan or Tupac Shakur is like if I said my favorite Blues singer was Jim Belushi." ps, thats a link dummy!

Cum Again!

Before I peace out completely for the Holiday's I would like to say this:
I know you're reading, why not say hi? Don't let the spam commenters have all the fun.
In any event, I hope you enjoyed your stay. But lay a little wordage on me if you don't mind, lets make this a symbiotic kinda thang.

X (mas) Games

I will be taking a brief Holiday sabbatical from blogging in order to spend time with friends, family, travel and worship of my December pagan god of choice. And also to work, I have two 1000 word pieces due by the first. Fuck me. In any event, I hope you have a wonderful chrismakwanzahanukasoltice time of it!
I'll be back when I'm back, most likely in two weeks. Lots of love.

Party till Mercury goes into Retrograde!!!

Cathy, the animal communicator called and she said its your birthday!!! Shine on you crazy diamond, shine on!


Back in the day.

xoxoxoxoxo <3

Lady Magic!

What do you get when you mix a pinch of Anni Hall

a dash of Kate Bush

And one wild rose?

The beautiful, chanteuse Kate! Look, she's casting a spell right now!

Happy birthday Kate! You are the best best ever, the bees knees! I <3 u!

It's A Violent World

Silence equals death is not a joke. The irony of David Wojnarowicz being censored in a show about understanding the 'other' experience is even more stupid and infuriating. Literally, its stuff like this that makes me not want to step foot out of my house. It's disgusting and ignorant that certain people in the art world still feel the need to bow to a bunch of hypocritical, most likely closeted, assholes, who are afraid of what might happen if people start to think for themselves, when lord knows they would never ever do the same in return. God save those who twist gods wisdom for their own shitty gain. My god is my childhood dog with sweet breath and my grandfather breaking peanut shells and handing them to me. Censor that, ass fucks.
Here is the video in question. Repost if you can. It's also screening this Sunday at Workspace at 7 pm. 2601 Pasadena Ave, Los Angeles, 90031

Here's some of his art. I really didn't know that much about him until this whole fiasco happened. I certainly knew who he was, but wasn't overly familiar with his style. I actually love his work now and have become quite obsessed with it in the past week. I love his use of color, the southwest, childhood psychosis and sexuality. So in that regard, this gross thing the Smithsonian has done has a dull silver lining, it is exposing his art, negatively in some cases, to people who had never really become acquainted with it. In that way, perhaps, it might still make an impact on how people think and feel, hopefully other people out there like myself will go from just having him be a name in their back pocket to becoming an actual artist they admire, whose work they previously hadn't engaged with. I think these images are beautiful.



This one is my favorite.


David is third from left.

100 Women Strong!

No Wind, No Rain

Funny lady, Rachel.

College was awesome for many reasons, one of them was getting to know amazing people who shared your same interests, challenged your ideas and inspired you to work harder and be better at what you do. I made some great friends in undergrad but none of them has offered me this rare opportunity to push myself more than Rachel. Aside from being styley, fun to run around central park with, get bbq on the upper west side with or smoke a bowl with on a Brooklyn balcony, she is fiercely smart, talented and most of all an incredible writer. In school we both loved music, talking about it, listening to it, walking through Diana Ross park and singing it. We have had similar trajectories. It's just fun to know someone who is after the same bones as you. We have remained in touch as I went off to Cal Arts, and she got on the No. 1 train to Columbia. I'd like to think we have gained strength in having an ally and someone in our corner. That is why I am so so so excited and proud to know her this week. Her piece on Jay Z in the New York Observer is so brilliant it makes my head spin. For real, it's already gotten rave reviews and kicked up controversy in the few days that it's been out. Adam Wilson at BlackBook said this the day it came out:

Anyway, click here to read the entire thing, you won't be sorry.

Mating Rituals