mayhem and madness
By Anna | November 28, 2009 | 1 Comment
Tomorrow night, join TOSH and BIKE CULT for an extravaganza of mayhem and madness! I mean, look at this guy – you know you want to come.
What: Bike Tag, followed by after-party at La Maison
When: 9pm at Smith Plaza (in front of Zimmerman library at UNM)
Who: YOU
Why: WHY THE FUCK NOT?!
Bring: YO BIKE
More Info: Here
holla.
Image titles, dawg.
By David | November 25, 2009 | 2 Comments
champagne donuts coffee
By Kervin | November 24, 2009 | No Comments
It’s a celebratory night– David and I got accepted to attend an expensive art school. It starts with recording the band: laying down drum tracks, take after take, over re-recorded guitar parts. (nothing short of perfection.) A quick jaunt to a grocery store, champagne, yellow car. Or maybe photographer dude– I know the image has been floating around the internet for a while, but the metaphor eludes me. Or maybe it’s dream-state. I am the car. I am the scenery. I am the photographer and the smoke and the rubble and sooner or later I’ll pick up a book and figure out what all that’s about.
Or, for the time being, I have a path. The trees are there, so is the dirt and the dust… a concrete barricade and a photographer; the car, an exuberant yellow type, that’s there too. I am driving and I am witness. Neither is more important, the crash and aftermath or the brazen opportunity to snap a portrait. Which is more terrifying: a) being the person [out] of control and scraping with death, or b) risking life for such an opportunity? OR PERHAPS THE CAR DRIVES YOU
Citations of rampant thought-processes / Meta to fill a mood
[1] The Build – “Fellows of a bookish sort” making instrumental “thinkin’ music.” Songs “price of shotgun” and “the one i can’t remember,” respectively.
[2a] Dar Comic – Adventures in an Art Degree, Sexuality, and Life Crises. Just read them all from the start. She funny.
[2b] The Everyday -Simply and unabashedly real life ala Jeff Brown, et. al. [2a] Humorous, dark, face-value, depth, British.
[3] Fourteen Teeth – My pornography, my philosophy, my justification that man is doin a-ok. Ride a bicycle.
traveling back in time won’t make a difference
By Kervin | November 23, 2009 | 2 Comments
Hirsutism (from Latin hirsutus = shaggy, hairy) is excessive and increased hair growth on female humans in locations where the occurrence of terminal hair normally is minimal or absent. For example, a beard, or chest hair. It refers to a male pattern of body hair (androgenic hair) and it is therefore primarily of cosmetic and psychological concern. Courtesy Wikipedia
Dad, stop hassling me about posting.
By Betty | November 23, 2009 | 1 Comment
my dad and i played games that indulged my fascination with soap opera style tragedy. pretend games about orphaned paupers in 18th century london and heartbroken young women who’s fiancees had drowned in freezing water after falling through thin ice during romantic skating scenes. every night after dinner i was a sailor’s lover who had been captured by pirates or a mediaeval princess lost in the woods, running from blood thirsty wolves. i overacted moments of joy and sadness to Bach and Vivaldi. i dreamt up new stories in my sleep and woke up every morning to rummage through my costume box and force a video camera into my dad’s hands. “let’s make a movie!” with the shame and aloofness of growing up, i am sometimes tempted to dig up and burn the tapes of my fantasy adventures, but i could never do such a thing. it’s too incredible reviewing footage of some of the most fun i’ve ever had in my life. it’s too amazing to see myself when my mind was opened widest and i had no shame to keep me from holding it all back. it’s like going to a restaurant and seeing a little kid climb onto a table and pull down their pants, revealing their teletubbies underwear. at these times i think to myself “man, i wish i could still do that!”. no shame, no consequences and not a care in the world but sock puppets and ice cream. i still want my scrap fabric fairy dress to fit me again. maybe i’ll make a new one. oh and, by the way, thanks dad. i love you.
Short Fiction Contest
By Anna | November 23, 2009 | 5 Comments
Respond to the prompt below in less than 100 words in the comment section, and you could receive fabulous prizes for your literary merit. Selection of winners is completely arbitrary and has a great deal to do with snark.
“The Man. The Van. The Plan.”
GO!
scraps
By Anna | November 23, 2009 | 1 Comment
Nearly done with the first collaborative project with Kervin. Tomorrow I’ll bind and finish!
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