the scary thing is-

there will come a day when i completely subscribe to a carefully crafted mania that scientologists are responsible for every one of my disasters.

private and professional.

when this comes to pass-
please nourish it, or i will be forced to assume you are one of them.


and i will be right.

photostream.

ive been wandering thru The Commons over on flickr and ive found some pretty damn amazing stuff. here are a couple of my favorites from my cursory digging today. ill probably be adding more since im taking time to get some writing done this weekend... which means ill be spending most of my time not writing. so, if you like these, keep checking... or go for a stroll yourself.

dont. becuase i dont know.

are men marching with acoustics over warm and rolling, tumbling, hills. the downs. here and there. knobby knees of cast iron kettle green. a stretch long enough for the clouds to lay their bellies on the grass(and run along and thru a wood like children with streaming ribbons).

pretend youre an airplane. an airplane above the sky. you know no better and i want no better than:::

:::arms in the rain:::

please let me remember: i take you by the hand. knot our fingers like a language you cant untie. with fingernails clenched white; there is no place i would not follow; fast first to sleep then vanishing shadows running from; parted morning curtains; swollen with sun.

shoegaze.

preen.

your skinny ankles
dance and flop
like cousins
writing letters
talking over
strings and tin cans
plucking blades/knives
of uneven summer grass

but
hips crash like trains
and
trains crash like waves
like snakes
just imagine the dust

theres no counting casualties
in the aftermath
of

thoughtless tired hands
pulling like big gravity
like plush
like a chance to preen
in a flared lens

endless.

and.

the rain decided
to fall
all at once.

apparently.

NON SEQUITUR (i want to walk around with you (just you, just you))

(from rob white @ www.thearthole.co.uk)

listening to a lot of new (at least to me) good music lately:
{animal collective} {atlas sound} {crystal castles} {final fantasy} {high places}

i would instantly recommend any of those. and yeah yeah, before you two get all up in a tizzy... sigh... yes, thank you rebecca and wei.

my chef script is taking shape (in my head)... and has a title (the most important step in the writing process)... but thats for me (for now) and will be revealed in all its grand opulence later. unfortunately, i think ill have to do some "serious research" (wink wink... i.e. eating at lots of international restaurants, touring kitchens, talking to chefs, and all around gluttonising myself...) before i attempt writing this one.

some cool d'n'a stuff ive seen of late:
{my fonts} {acne paper} {look book} {west east} {audi} {trendir}

turns out i might FINALLY be vindicated on my belief that there IS life on mars. yes, i said vindicated.

quiet earth saw the trailer for betty i am over on vimeo and decided theyd link to it and declared they wanted to see it. haha. strange world these interwebs. oh, and we're on imdb now.

gonna start working on an album for and the holy roman empire on saturday. decided it's time to make the best freaking record... EVER. im thinking of just stealing all the new stuff ive been doing from the camerahead. why should i feel i need to keep the two projects separate? i feel like there is a huge part of myself that im not expressing with athre. gonna pull out all the stops, not care how we might play it live. we'll figure that out later. pretty excited.

situational dilemma question of the day:

if you HAD to have sex with either: a woman who had a penis OR a man who had a vagina, which would you chose.

so far, the count is 5:0 in favor of the hot lady with the penis. i have my theories on this... but im interested to know what youd pick before i start making amateur generalizations... as adept as they might already be. STUN me.

the wandering iphone pt2

this was the table i used to play under when i was a kid. this table was my spaceship.

at anja's. it's still inside me... somewhere...

after dinner in the city with jolene.

the morning i left.

first show at the place where river phoenix died.

it's fuzzy. trust me.

end of some things.

william mason the third.

sad little orphanage.

production design field trip.

couldnt be more clear.

the boss.

work for a bit.

hero. man. doyle.

i still think you can crush a keg with people.

i quit.

creeper.

stalker.

some improvisation. some delicious improvisation.

douglas chung.

my friend the bluejay. he likes my tunes.

sad day. wish i could have taken you home. fixed you up. sent you on your way.

secret dream: fashion photographer.

park with cigarette and bike.

the grand bastard with beer on bucket.

accidental product of the modern age.

the los angeles theatre.

just a man. just a man.

raw stock.

finished. (sorry, but daikokuya IS the best ramen in town.)

blue chip. bright night.

relax. i got this.

fuck.

blessed with good luck before the end of the year.

dont think ive seen two people more happy in a best buy.

my brother, mumbling around like mr. bean.

AU\TO\LUX.

(photos by: rebecca brieanna ramage)

i really could not have asked for a better show.

rebecca and i got there a little early and where accosted with "coupons" for "healthy" vodka. mine was fortified with vitaminB and hers was caffeinated. healthy. yes.

anyway, wooden shjips brought it pretty psychedelically. some of the bros around us we not too appreciative, but i think i was picking up what they were putting down. i guess at the end of the day, some people wont like your music. so it goes. so it motha fuckin goes.

after some crowd checkers, we got a pretty good spot on the right side near the subs (didnt quite get coronated... but not bad anyway). gotta say though, the henry fonda has some excellent bass. just fuzzes up my chest and rattles my ribs.

autolux. what can i say? ive been waiting 4 or 5 years to see them. somehow kept missing them. but honestly, im glad i waited. the old stuff still seemed fresh... but... the new stuff... the new stuff they played was revelatory. at least for me.

this is where i stop talking about the show.

hearing their new music was a bit of a wake-up call. ive been stuck in a rut with my music for quite some time. the problem was, i was trying to make "songs." i lost my passion for sound and texture - for experimentation. i forgot that you can spin something off of a fucked up bent-tuning and unholy self-eating fuzz (i know i already used that word, but this is my blog and i want to use it twice).

more than anything, thats what the show meant to me.

hope in pedal boards.
transcendence in feedback.

dreams in distortion.

("we're just up here moving molecules")

a truly unplanned encore. an actual intimate moment. i love these guys even more.