Go to this on Thursday:

My pal Ryan is the guest curator. So many good artists in one tiny space!

Andrew!

So, Andrew is about to be 15 months. Walking is no longer a rarity, and he can say "kitty," "doggy," "moon," "cookie," and "juice." My mom also swears he once said "puppet," but the rest of us remain skeptical. He loves to go down the slide backwards, remains unamused by carousels, sometimes throws his dinner on the floor, is afraid of horses, and still adores cats. In other news, he is the cutest person who's ever lived.

My friend Joe started a blog and it's really fun:

For my part, I'm currently desiring turntables, a Balmain dress, and of course, a show horse.

I still want to go to prom. Preferably several proms...

... so I can wear all of these Valentino dresses from the Spring 2010 ready-to-wear show. Valentino has never especially caught my interest before, but all the crazy ruffles, drapes, and pleats in this collection are calling my name. Somehow these dresses manage to be both architectural and whimsical, which basically makes them perfect. This first one, in particular, should really be on my body:

Overheard at work:

"I met him in Provincetown 'cause he was singing Billie Holiday at that bar where we had to show out butts to get in free."

Sometimes I love working in a restaurant.

The Ruby Suns are a band that I like.

I played hooky from work last Monday so I could see the Ruby Suns play at Bottom of the Hill. Considering the fact that just about every mix CD I've made in the past year features at least one of their songs, missing this show was not an option. I will admit that I was initially a little disappointed by the new direction in which they seem to be headed on their latest release, Fight Softly, but I think my ears were simply tainted by a residual fondness for their last album, Sea Lion. I do miss the so-called "world music" vibe that they managed to pull off without a hint of cliche, but after witnessing their new line-up in action, I'm disinclined to write off their change in sound as a creative misstep, the way some other reviewers and critics have. Less commercially viable, I suppose, which is a bit ironic, considering the leanings of this new album towards a chilled-out/tripped-out Animal Collective-ish-ness that has become a rather commercially successful sound as of late. But I certainly wouldn't dismiss this as a mistake, as I've never been of the opinion that a band ought to stick with a particular sound just because it worked for them in the past.

In any case, the show itself was fantastic, and I didn't even have to be drunk to feel like dancing, despite the unpleasant crush that's customary at any sold-out BOTH show. The evening concluded around the time the sun was coming up, after the band had been given the truly San Francisco experience of sitting around drinking cheap beer in a friend's apartment, eating leftover pasta and playing with an endless ball of string while someone iPod DJ-ed in the living room. All told, almost as fun as this new single of theirs, which everyone should listen to, all the time, because it's delightful.

"You're doin' it wrong."

I spent a solid afternoon reading Herbert Marcuse today:

"In the medium of technology, culture, politics, and the economy merge into an omnipresent system which swallows up or repulses all alternatives. The productivity and growth potential of this system stabilize the society and contain technical progress within the framework of domination." 

In an appropriately ironic twist, whilst reading these thoughts on the fate of individuality in advanced societies, I received no fewer than 10 text messages and 50 instant messages online. I also received a number of emails directing me to, amongst other things, change my Flickr password, pay my cell phone bill, and check my bank statement, all of which I did. I browsed through Facebook. I downloaded some pirated albums. I organized my iPhoto albums. And I closed the afternoon with this sentence:

"There may be a need to keep alive the spark of utopia after all. Its function for us today is... to undermine the complacency that makes the intolerable tolerable."

Hmm.

Go to this!

Very excited for this one... you should be too.

PLUS it's Cole's birthday at midnight, so once we close out Double Punch, the festivities will be moved to another location more suitable for escalating wildness. Get ready.

Morning after

Am I falling over or am I dancing? I don't know. But thanks, Kayvon, for an evening of A-Trak, Theophilus London, and goddamn Popscene (I hate my life). In other news, A-Trak and Armand Van Helden just announced a new project called Duck Sauce. How could that not be good?

Daggers

http://www.myspace.com/shadowdaggers

We are going to be so famous.
(I'm half kidding.)

Graaaaaaad school

I am not even IN graduate school, and it is already sapping my energy. I haven't posted for almost 2 months because every ounce of written energy I possess is currently being channeled into the early stages of writing samples and statements of purpose for my applications. Just don't ask me what I'm writing about...

So my friends started a farm...

It's called Sun Born Organics, and it's going to be amazing. Still in the planting/start-up phase, but just you wait. If I bail out of the city frequently this summer, that might be where you'll find me, frolicking with puppies and releasing ladybugs and spraying fish emulsion and planting tomatillo verde plants (like the one above). Duh. And if I'm lucky, maybe Mike and Damon will let me drive the truck. p.s. Check out the link under Places to Go, on your right.

Saturday in Brooklyn

Apple cider donuts from the farmer's market

A rad t-shirt from Species by the Thousands at the Fort Greene Flea Market

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabyyyyyyyyyyy

A Date

by Cole Marshall

Umm
I show up at your door with a box of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers...
then...
we eat french food...
then...
we go to the beach (we are both wearing bikinis)...
then...
we play frisbee...
then..
we take showers to get the sand off of us (in slow motion)...
then...
we eat klondike bars...
then...
I take you home...
then...
I go home...
then..
I think about all the mistakes I made on our "date"...
you down?

RAD.

John Hodges from Sexton Blake, Ryan Biornstad from Junkface, and Shawn Glassford from Mr. Fredrick got together and made a really rad band and called it Starfucker, and they are playing a show with my pals, White Cloud, who are also rad, at Bottom of the Hill on June 23rd, and seeing as how this show is going to be amazing, you should all come with me. Seriously. The video is for "Rawnald Gregory Erickson the Second," off their debut album from Badman Recordings, and it's animated by Andrew Sloan, who is ALSO rad. This is almost too much radness for one post.

"How to Find True Love"

by Joseph Manibusan

If I get a degree and a job teaching astronomy at a planetarium at a museum, I will meet babes who are like, "Oh wow he's so cute! He teaches little kids about space!"

And I will be like, "Let me tell you all about the theory of relativity and how it determines the movement of bodies in space."

"I'm interested in this!"

"You should be. It says that smaller masses fall into bigger masses, and I am much bigger than you."

"OMG I'M SO IN LOVE CAUSE YOU'RE SMART AND HANDSOME AND LIKE KIDS AND ARE WITTY. LET MY FATHER PAY FOR OUR WEDDING."

And I'll be like, "Cool, that's fine."

Saturday's itinerary...

Put on the most hipster outfit I can comfortably contrive, much to Barbara's dismay when she comes to pick me up;
Drive down to Santa Cruz playing our new ultimate hyphy mix CDs (that I had to make because all the other CDs are in the river);
Get an acai bowl at Cafe Brazil;
Run across Mission Street and immediately eat gyros at Falafel of Santa Cruz (Barbara will climb behind the counter to make these for free);
Drive downtown and sit on the porch at Perg's for an extended period of time, drinking various iced beverages;
Drag Barbara into The Krate for records and Cardboard Spaceship to see if there's any good art on the walls;
Watch Barbara shop the sale at O'Neill;
Make Barbara watch me try on skinny jeans I can't afford at Jade;
Sit on the beach at Seabright and pretend we aren't encouraging premature aging and cancer;
Go to Charlie Hong Kong's (even though we aren't hungry at all) and eat delicious noodles;
Drive up to Stevenson Knoll on campus and get high before the drive home.

My grandpa is turning 86 soon.

Tonight was good.

I had a lot of Jell-O shots and am now in possession of more than one beer cozy. Also, I have stickers on my shirt.

Fracamama? Maybe you've heard of them...

This is tomorrow night. Go, and witness the semi-retarded beauty that is the fixed gear bicycle.