Tuesday, September 30, 2008


I wish I was half as cool as this bloke.

Monday, September 29, 2008



brought to you by GOOD magazine
on a tipsy 1am 2 mile walk to a taco shop you may encounter:

a. yourself dancing in the street while jamming to a mini-disc

b. the desire to race alone in an abandoned shopping cart

c. conversations with a friendly grasshopper while taking a smoke break

d. all of the above

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Institutio Nacional de Deportes Veledrone



photo from Hipster Nascar
PETER HITCHENS: How China has created a new slave empire in Africa
"I think I am probably going to die any minute now. An inflamed, deceived mob of about 50 desperate men are crowding round the car, some trying to turn it over, others beating at it with large rocks, all yelling insults and curses.

They have just started to smash the windows. Next, they will pull us out and, well, let's not think about that ...

I am trying not to meet their eyes, but they are staring at me and my companions with rage and hatred such as I haven't seen in a human face before. Those companions, Barbara Jones and Richard van Ryneveld, are - like me - quite helpless in the back seats.

If we get out, we will certainly be beaten to death. If we stay where we are, we will probably be beaten to death...."



from The Dailymail

Saturday, September 27, 2008

lucky sons-a-bitches



jealousy is horrible



"We Will Only Propagate Exceptional Objects"

There are many scientists who believe, that it takes months for a new born child to establish a sense of individuality. The new born doesn't make a distinction between themselves and their mother. It takes some time before a child understands that their mother is a separate entity. Upon making this discovery, initially, we are filled with a great anxiety. Of course, over time, we develop a real appreciation for our individuality, and all that it awards us. From the moment of our first "self" discovery, until our death, we develop, discard and rebuild our sense of identity countless times. We all do this, even boring people. Once we've established a comfortable self-sense of our current identity, we want to parade it. We want to campaign for it. We want the whole world to know, "look look, this is me, how you like me now?". To project our self identity into the outer and, to amplify the howl of our self expression, we have many tools at our disposal; our art, our clothing and hair style, the way we talk..., and, for a lot of us, the objects that populate our living spaces. There are myriad vendors, attempting to contribute to our identity campaigns, creating rather dull and uninspiring products. Making the production of any new objects, at this point, almost seem criminal. In reaction to this, we unveil, the Skeletal Lamping Collection 08.

of Montreal has, from the beginning, taken great pains to always put a lot of thought and care into the art packaging for our records. We've always felt that the packaging was just as important as the music inside of it. We've worked within the constraints of conventional album packaging, and have tried to create something fantastically uncommon every time. Now, we find ourselves in the middle of an exciting epoch: A time, when new technology has shattered the conventional business model and has set a paradigm shift in motion. For some people in the music biz, this is terrifying. For us, it is a fucking miracle! While the kings are in a stupor, we are going to take full advantage of the changing guard.

The concept behind the Skeletal Lamping Collection is this: ideally, every object that you bring into your home, should feel exceptional to you. Otherwise, it just adds to the clutter and chaos of your life. We feel that there's no reason to produce another object that just sits on a shelf. We only want to produce objects that have a function and that can be treasured for their singularness. Objects that can transform a room, bend the mind and inform your dreams. A CD has little value, as an object, and the conventional, right angle plagued CD packaging, we've been forced to endure forever, has nothing new to offer us either. That is why, instead of following the tired path of the past, we've decided, to release a table top floral beast, a lantern, a collection of wall decals, a stallion shaped print, a collection of pins, and a clothing and tote bag line as our album packaging instead. All art objects in the Skeletal Lamping Collection were designed by the Apollinaire Rave collective artists: Gemini Tactics and The Bee With Wheels.

One of the most exciting aspects of our escape from the trappings of conventional album packaging is that, upon buying Skeletal Lamping, a person is given the option to choose from a number of different items in the Skeletal Lamping Collection. Digital downloading of albums has brought upon an unfortunate situation, wherein, with your purchase, you only receive, at best, a thumbnail sized image of the album's cover art, to look at on your mp3 player or computer. In our minds, this is unacceptable. We feel a person should not be punished for opting to purchase a record digitally, nor should one have to choose between, either, fantastic art object or ease of purchase.

We hope this idea catches on and, in the future, square CD packaging will be abandoned forever and only interesting art objects will fill record stores. We envision a time when you'll be walking around your local record shop and be like, "What's the new Radiohead album again? Oh yeah, a bonsai tree in the shape of a deformed goat, I see it over there."

-Kevin Barnes

i miss you nigga joey.


looks like a blast. anyone down to ride?

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Thursday, September 18, 2008


I see a wilderness for you and me
Punctuated by philosophy
I'm wondering how things couldve been
Im happy for you
Youve made it hard for me
I counted on your company
You were staying with your friends tonight
Im feeling sorry for myself
I keep taking everything to be a sign
Im happy for you
Now I know this hurt is poison
Too sharp to be bled
Im sitting on my empty bed
I'm on my empty bed
At night the fever grows its pounding pounding pounding




Belle & Sebastian...someday i will name children after you.

im moving forward and im going to try and pick up the pieces. these past three days of self pity and sorrow are over.


from fyxomatosis

Tuesday, September 16, 2008


its the anniversary of my failed attempt at moving to new york.

how annoying.

Friday, September 12, 2008

hahaha


I know posting funny pictures of animals on the internet is a tad cliche, but look at him!

Thursday, September 11, 2008



from falcon


kinda like my favorite heineken video


anyone down to ride?

Monday, September 8, 2008


i remain a vagabond untill the 24th. im moving to the same place, later date.

Tobacco Could Hold the Key to Revolutionary Gene Therapy




After centuries of giving humanity little more than nicotine and death, the tobacco plant may be the wellspring of a revolution in gene therapy...(more)

Friday, September 5, 2008


-viceland.com


ive been approached by two of my closest friends about my family situation.
i dont see my family very often.
my dad and I have not seen each other since christmas.

actually, that goes for my whole dads side of the family.
including my yaya.

yaya is my seventy something mexican grandmother.

how do I get over this anxiety so strong that I vomit?
sneaking off to the bathroom only perpetuates the fear

that I'm some junkie...stealing money?

when will I be "acceptable, dependable, sensible"
i believe I am not any of these things to them.

how do i gain trust lost so long ago
how can i prove to them with my lifestyle that i am something they can trust

im arrogant and believe i can "protect" them from my life
like i know more about life than they do, like i have more experience

i know they have their closet skeletons

i dont want to expose them to mine
im Insecure with a capital i

i want them to believe im fine
believe im healthy
believe im moral
believe im successful

im under the impression that "what my family doesnt know, wont hurt them"

and theres a lot of things i dont want them to know
i dont think im a horrible person in general

i'm sickeningly convinced i don't live up to their standards and never will

"you are 22 matt, you're not a boy anymore...man up"

I hope I can

Wednesday, September 3, 2008


http://www.velocult.com


check it, they are coming to south park.

I want this r.e.load bag so bad.

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I admire you sister.
Sleep the clock around - Mr.60

the witching hour

my boss



word is hes coming to check out my store soon. im a little intimidated.
Atom collider set to start smashing

Posted Fri Aug 8, 2008 7:22am AEST

Scientists in Switzerland have announced that the world’s biggest atom collider will start operating next month.

The 27 kilometre-long machine is designed to answer fundamental questions about the make-up of the universe.

The particle collider will use 50,000 tonnes of super-cooled electromagnets to accelerate beams of tiny particles at almost the speed of light and smash them together at intense levels of energy.

The first attempt to circulate a beam in the Large Hadron Collider (LHC) will be made on September 10.

Once stable circulating beams have been established, they will be brought into collision at a later date.

Some scientists have expressed fears that the machine could create a black hole that could eventually swallow up the planet.

-abc.net
excerpt from The Story of the Eye

“…but that day, in the rainless tempest, Simone and I, our clothing lost, were forced to leave the chateau, fleeing like animals through the hostile darkness, our imaginations haunted by the despondency that was bound to take hold of Marcelle again, making the wretched inmate almost an embodiment of the fury and terror that kept driving our bodies to endless debauchery. We soon found our bicycles and could offer one another the irritating and theoretically unclean sight of a naked though shod body on a machine. We pedalled rapidly, witout laughing or speaking, peculiarly satisfied with our mutual presence, akin to one another in the common isolation of lewdness, weariness, and absurdity.”

-George Bataille

changed my view on film.