Wednesday, October 21, 2009

there is a ghost in your machine



this is not a good sign











-- Post From My iPhone


Friday, June 12, 2009

Initiative comes to those that wait.



But enough of words, actions speak louder than. Action now. Observe all.


And the first thing that flashed into my gulliver was
that I'd like to have her right down there on the floor


with the old in-out,



real savage.

Friday, May 29, 2009

You're the friend of a friend, I'm the beginning and end




majestic, magic
infinite
my little girl is
sun
on the carpet-
out the door
picking a flower, ha!
an old man,
battle-wrecked,
emerges from his
chair
and she looks at me
but only sees
love,
ha!, and I become
quick with the world
and love right back
just like I was meant
to do.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

I'm No. 1

"you had to go swimming in her eyes. Dancing in her hair.
You had to slip into her mouth, slide over her tongue.
Fall down her throat, deep down into her belly.
Right into her blood.

You had to fall asleep wrapped around her beautiful, beating heart."

Friday, May 1, 2009

Sunriser and the French Kicks

cool show. I think the Sunriser boys were the most amped i've seen yet. Even Christina Cam, (probably the coolest girl in the city) made an appearance. Felt horribly distant from the one person one the room that mattered...then again, i've always been a sucker for bullshit

met up with some good people for some good music then reveled in some mighty fine dancing from Darryl at his after party. Heard the best pizza story i've ever heard and now can't stop insulting people by saying, "eat yo pizzaaa" in a very snide tone.

Looking to start shooting again this week and planning for my b-day getaway. Looks like Chicago right now...don't be surprised if i never come back


yes Christina, that's your new official name, "Christina Cam" on the lamb from the man, kicking it in Amsterdam

BRAP!

i've been away from the world

i've been trying to decide if there's anything left to discover here.

answer is no

i've been trying to decide if there's anyone left to discover here.

answer surprised me.


Sometimes you get lost in comforting emotions that you forget you stopped giving a shit for a reason.

Sometimes you remember though...






makes me feel like boarding a ship to Calcutta and meeting my fate at sea...fucking life

how many girls do you send nice messages to?




i found this insulting


Thursday, April 9, 2009

Aldous Huxley (Author, The Doors of Perception) wrote that the sober mind has a series of filters on it that basically prevent abstract thought. Evolution put them there for the sake of survival, since having daydreams about the nature of the universe while driving can cause you to plow into a wall. Alcohol is one of the things that can temporarily remove these filters.

Now, the best things about booze and drinking it;


1. It shines a light in the darkness.

“When I need a light inside me, I walk into a pub and drink 15 pints of beer.”
—Shane McGowan


It happens to everyone. You wake up submerged in a pitch black mood where the whole shebang seems an immense waste of time. When any and every move you could possibly make not only seems ill-advised, but a sure path to utter ruin.

Then you have a drink. You may have to force yourself to do it, because even drinking seems a big hassle. Suddenly the weight of the world shifts a little off your neck, not much, but enough to notice. T hen you have another and, you know, things still suck, but it isn’t the end of the world. Then you have a third and a sliver of light pierces the gloom and you can actually make out the dim shapes of some of the good things around you. Six or seven more down the pipe and—Shazam!—you’re not only out of the pit of gloom, you’ve somehow managed to leap atop some gaudy and magnificent peak, surrounded by vast rolling plains of hope and opportunity.

Oh, sure, there will always be those who will shrill that it is false optimism driven by a chemical reaction in the brain, but so what? As any motivational speaker will tell you, a positive attitude, attained by whatever means, is the first step toward accomplishing anything of value.

Where there’s booze, there’s hope.



2. It inflames the imagination.

“For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable—intoxication.”
—Friedrich Nietzsche


It’s no wonder some artists and writers are especially eager to rail against alcohol—drinking provides an unfair advantage. It’s steroids for the creative mind. It not only allows you to look at something from a fresh angle, it pries open the door to the subconscious, the primordial muck from which all ideas spring.

The Roman philosopher Seneca said, “Drunkenness is nothing but voluntary madness,” and he was dead right. Applied liberally, alcohol makes you go out of your mind, and by that I mean it allows you to poke your head out of whatever mental rut you’re trudging along in. Which is important, because that ditch doesn’t offer much of a view.

Granted, some of the sheen and shine will fall off those grand ideas come morning, but a few nuggets will almost always glitter from those ink-stained cocktail napkins.



3. It unites the tribe.

“The secret of drunkenness is that it insulates us in thought, whilst it unites us in feeling.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson


Thanks to TV, the Internet, cell phones, telecommuting, pharmaceuticals and video games, the average person presently spends more time physically alone than in any other era in human history. It’s an irony of the times—technology brought us out of the caves and into the cities and now it’s leading us back to the caves. We’ve been reduced to hermits shouting at one another from digital windows.

Which is no way to go through life, if you ask me. Communicating with a fellow human through fiber optics and satellite signals may be convenient, but it’s a sorry substitute for face-to-face contact.

There is nothing like alcohol to get you out of your cave and into the crowd. A handful of drinks and you suddenly feel the world could well benefit from your exalted presence. It makes you want to seek out human companionship, and once found, it sheds the veils behind which we hide. Put 20 strangers in a room and serve them water, and you’ll get some strained conversation at best. Give them booze and you’ve got yourself a party. Unrestrained laughter breaks the surface tension, friendships are formed, romance is sparked.

You’ll eventually return to your cave, to be sure, but perhaps you’ll bring someone back with you.



4. It makes you more human.

“In a world where there is a law against people ever showing their emotions, or ever releasing themselves from the grayness of their days, a drink is not a social tool. It is a thing you need in order to live.”
—Jimmy Breslin


During a typical day, the average person’s emotional pendulum swings perhaps ten degrees in either direction, from mild annoyance (spilling a cup of coffee on your desk) to mild amusement (a coworker spilling a cup of coffee in his lap). Baring your emotions, society has taught us, equates vulnerability, which is another word for weakness. We’re not only encouraged to keep our emotions off our sleeves, but buried deep inside, where they can keep our ulcers company. And there we are, glorified monkeys who learned to make machines, and now, for some inexplicable reason, we’re attempting to become those very machines.

Which is a sad state of affairs. The finest examples of humanity, all the great figures in history and legend, were men and women who roared through life with an excess of passion.

And there’s nothing like booze to fan the fires of passion that smolder within. It serves as an emotional catalyst, it gives that pendulum a shove, allowing it to swing in a broad arc. It lends you the energy and excuse to exercise the full gamut of human emotion, from righteous Moses-coming-down-the-mountain rage to deepest, purest romantic love. (And on a good evening, both within the space of five minutes.)

Sober, we are soulless robots and about as fun. Drunk, we are cavorting monkeys willing to have a good time. Which would you rather be?



5. It’s a sure path to adventure.

“It’s like gambling somehow. You go out for a night of drinking and you don’t know where you’re going to end up the next day. It could work out good or it could be disastrous. It’s like the throw of the dice.”
—Jim Morrison


Daring types once sought out adventure by setting out to the edges of civilization with loads of expedition gear. Now that the edges of civilization have overlapped, the bold must find adventure in familiar surroundings, they must eke it out of the commonplace.

For adventure to exist, two elements must be in place: risk and the courage to engage it. Alcohol provides both, in spades. Which is why the daring presently set out for the nearest bar and load up on booze.

Inebriation increases the possibility of adventure by pumping up the X Factor. No matter how well you become acquainted with the effects of drinking, there is always the possibility something unpredictable will happen, especially when you consider those around you are tempting the same fates with every lift of their glass.

Booze also lends you the necessary courage to face that inherent danger, it instills the confidence and devil-may-care attitude essential to taking that first step into the metaphorical jungle.

Now, some may decry this brand of bravery as “Dutch” or false courage, but what does it matter from which quarter courage springs? Do you think Genghis Khan gave a damn whether it was blood lust, loyalty to his command, or a bellyful of fermented mare’s milk that encouraged his horseman to swoop down on a rival tribe?

Nowadays people crave the thrill of adventure but would prefer to do without the danger, which is ridiculous. That’s not adventure, that’s a ride at Disneyland.

Drinkers are risk takers, they’re willing to throw the dice, and don’t let modern society’s namby-pamby, play-it-safe ethos make you believe that’s a bad thing. Taking risks is what makes a life a life, as opposed to a life sentence.



6. It’s a fool-proof escape plan.

“Modern life is often a mechanical oppression and liquor is the only mechanical relief.”
—Ernest Hemingway


Your life is a prison. You, sir, live in a cage.

Hold on, you say. I love my life. I have a swell time! I wouldn’t trade it for anything!

Well, sure. I’m not saying it’s not a gilded cage with amenities galore, and I’m certain you’ve learned to play all sorts of delightful tunes when you artfully rattle the bars.

What I am saying is you are trapped in a prison of conformity and routine: you must go to work, you must pay your bills, you must feed your pets, you must be at certain places at certain times and if you aren’t then you’re going to have to find a new cage to live in.

The first thing getting drunk does is make you aware that you are in a cage. Fuck that job, you’ll think. It’s a fucking drag. Suddenly you can see the bars, and I don’t mean the ones you’re drinking in.

The second thing it does is make you forget the cage exists. You get so wrapped up in the good times everything else seems a distant blur, a vague childhood memory where nothing much happened. Drink enough and you’ll have a hard time telling the cab driver on which street your cage is situated. Whoever said alcohol won’t drown your worries didn’t fill up the bathtub with enough booze.

Of course, employing alcohol to escape reality is vilified these days. Somehow it’s a terrible thing. The bars of the cage are there to protect you, they’ll tell you. What they don’t understand is that the thing you’re trying most to escape is right there in the cage with you. Namely, you.



7. It makes you pay.

“The hangover became a part of the day as well allowed-for as the Spanish siesta.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald


I know what you’re thinking: “Why in high hell would a rabid proponent of drinking celebrate the hangover, of all things? Hangovers are the sworn enemy of drunkardom!”

I disagree. Hangovers are good things, and here’s why:

First, they provide a balance. Every Yin must have its Yang. I know it’s hard to appreciate that when you’re Yanging over the sink the morning after, but consider this—what sort of crowd would you find in the bars if it was all good times? if there was no punishment lurking behind the pleasure? A gang of fair-weather pussys is what you’d have, and who wants those types getting in the way of your next drink?

Hangovers make drunks a tougher breed of character. The hangover is the mean older brother who toughens you up and teaches you how to fight back. Don’t believe me? Tell you what—you gather the gang from Starbucks and I’ll assemble the boys from Kelly’s Pub and we’ll meet in the parking lot. The caffeine crowd won’t even manage to throw a punch, they’ll be too busy texting the cops: OMG! DRUNKS TACKNLG US! HLP!

Finally, and perhaps most importantly, hangovers teach the art of the rebound. It instills the idea that if you grit your teeth and fight through the pain, soon enough you’ll be able to get back up and start swinging again.

You can’t keep a drunk down. Especially once Happy Hour rolls around.



8. It imparts self awareness.

“It is most absurdly said that a man is disguised in liquor; for, on the contrary, most men are disguised by sobriety.”
—Thomas de Quincy


It’s crazy. People attend seminars, meditate, indulge in astrology, consult palm readers and take any number of personality tests, all in an attempt to figure out who they truly are. All those poor souls are walking around wondering, “Who and what am I really?” When all they need to do is get good and stinking drunk.

Nothing reveals your inner nature, to yourself and those lucky enough to be around you, like a good booze-up. Drink by drink, alcohol strips away all those carefully applied layers of deceit. It knocks loose the gaudy ornaments of pretension and affectation, finally laying bare what hides beneath.

I’m going to say it flat out: anyone who’s never been drunk doesn’t know a damn thing about themselves. All they know is the conscious voice in their head, and that voice is an expert liar. It’s only when that preacher is shoved off the podium—so the that the rest of the congregation can speak—that you become aware of the true dogma of the self.

Drunks have a very fine understanding of their true selves. They are keenly aware of every dimension of their psyche—they’ve sung with their angels and raged with their devils. They’ve examined that inner face from so many different angles they can render an accurate sculpture from memory, flaws and all.

Which is important, because as Plutarch preached, you cannot entirely love someone until you entirely know them.

Which brings up the next best thing about boozing.



9. It allows you to believe you are a better person than you ever imagined you were.

“When I have one martini, I feel bigger, wiser, taller. When I have the second, I feel superlative. When I have more, there’s no holding me.”
—William Faulkner


Ever notice how drunks rarely seem to mind being the center of attention? Not only don’t they mind, they practically demand it, even if it means breaking your things and yelling at the top of their lungs.

Why would this be so? Because when you’re drunk you’re certain you deserve the spotlight. You might be the shyest, most reticent mouse while sober, but load you up with enough liquor and you’re John Barrymore shouting Shakespeare, however unintelligibly.

Booze burnishes to a high gleam every quality you’re lucky enough to possess, and some you weren’t even aware you had claim to. It certainly makes you more generous—there isn’t a barista on earth that makes as much as a bartender. It elevates your sense of humor, surely—no one laughs at a bad joke like a drunk. It reveals you to be an expert dancer, deft conversationalist, brilliant philosopher, gifted singer and the most sensual of lovers. And good looking? You’re so damned handsome you’d have to beat the girls off with a stick if they weren’t so intimidated by your sheer, well, handsomeness. And tough—you’re so hard you could deck half the guys in the room with a single punch if they’d just stay still for a goddamn minute.

Alcohol lets you love yourself and I say that’s a fine thing. Everyone should feel that way every now and then. Why must you go through life acting like an accountant or salesman or carpenter, just because that’s what you do for a living?

Why should only kings get to feel like kings?



10. It brings the joy.

“Why on earth aren’t people continually drunk? I want ecstasy of the mind all the time.”
—Jack Kerouac


There isn’t enough joy in the world, and that’s a fact. If there was, alcohol would have been dismissed as a mere disinfectant long ago.

I know, I know—we should just get “high on life” and then we wouldn’t have to bother with the booze. I’ve noticed that it seems to work for some people. What I’ve also noticed is those people all seem a little, well, insane.

I’m not saying there isn’t plenty of opportunity for “highness” in the sober world, I’m just saying those instances are too few and far between. Think about it: how often do you feel genuine unbridled glee while sober? Once or twice a week? You can’t count on it. You can’t expect the neighborhood kids to launch a glorious foul ball right through the living room window of your asshole neighbor every day of the week. No matter how much you pay them.

It always amuses me when I read about some hand-wringing do-gooder wondering why-oh-why do seemingly sensible people pursue alcohol with such fervor. What dark motivation, what genetic flaw must drive them? What the Drys don’t seem able to grasp is that a drinker can walk into a bar, and a handful of transactions later, attain the same level of euphoria that the teetotaler would have to strangle a half dozen or so kittens to achieve.

It’s joy on demand. Your fifth drink goes down and a sense of well-being rises up. Then, as the night reels along, the feeling expands to a real sense of euphoria. There’s nothing fake about it. It’s a three-pronged attack: you feel good because stress is released, self-image is elevated, and your inhibitions get the old heave-ho.

And what a joyful feeling it is, knowing that joy is always and only a walk to the bar away.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Let's find a nice seafood restaurant and eat some red salmon, I feel a powerful lust for red salmon.





Music, man. Put that tape on.
Jefferson Airplane, "White Rabbit".

I need a rising sound.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

i had a dream you were a bird

who wouldn't sing and I kept thinking I would hear the most beautiful song if I waited long enough

but the bird just wouldn't sing

I woke up with sun on my face and smiled





but i survived

Friday, March 13, 2009

You shoot me in a dream. You better wake up and apologize





Why on earth aren’t people continually drunk? I want ecstasy of the mind all the time.

Friday, March 6, 2009

One cannot be betrayed if one has no people.

What the cops never figured out, and what I know now, was that these men would never break, never lie down, never bend over for anybody.

Anybody.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Gonzo




I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.



Thursday, February 19, 2009

what to do with the new Munny?




I think an LED would look great in there

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

User "secretmanofagent" wrote the best part of my day on the Gizmodo blog


secretmanofagent

12:11 PM

Cochran
Ladies and gentlemen of this supposed jury, Chef's attorney would certainly want you to believe that his client wrote "Stinky Britches" ten years ago. And they make a good case. Hell, I almost felt pity myself! But, ladies and gentlemen of this supposed jury, I have one final thing I want you to consider. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Chewbacca. Chewbacca is a Wookie from the planet Kashyyyk. But Chewbacca lives on the planet Endor. Now think about it; that does not make sense!
Gerald Broflovski
Damn it!
Chef
What?
Gerald
He's using the Chewbacca defense!
Cochran
Why would a Wookie, an eight-foot tall Wookie, want to live on Endor, with a bunch of two-foot tall Ewoks? That does not make sense! But more important, you have to ask yourself: What does this have to do with this case? Nothing. Ladies and gentlemen, it has nothing to do with this case! It does not make sense! Look at me. I'm a lawyer defending a major record company, and I'm talkin' about Chewbacca! Does that make sense? Ladies and gentlemen, I am not making any sense! None of this makes sense! And so you have to remember, when you're in that jury room deliberatin' and conjugatin' the Emancipation Proclamation, [approaches and softens] does it make sense? No! Ladies and gentlemen of this supposed jury, it does not make sense! If Chewbacca lives on Endor, you must acquit! The defense rests.



this was a comment he/she posted in response to the on-going coverage of the Pirate Bay trial

The King Kong Defense

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

40 Things Every Drunk Should Do Before He Dies

A man is, ultimately, the sum of his accomplishments.

Each culture, of course, has a different idea as to what rates as an accomplishment. Muslims, for example, put a tremendous amount of stock into making a pilgrimage to Mecca, while generations of Frenchmen have taken great pride in not tripping over their discarded rifles while fleeing the Germans.

The subculture of avid drinkers, living as we do by our own set of rules and priorities, has an entirely different idea altogether, to the degree that our notion of a goal worth achieving may well appear bad behavior or even a criminal offense to the parent culture.

I think it a sad sign of the times that, in this age of entrenched nannyism and political correctness, a person is more likely to be judged by what he refrained from doing than what he actually did. It's no longer important that you climbed the mountain, but rather how many boulders you didn't "accidentally" dislodge and let roll down on the less daring hunkered in the valley below.

Fortunately, imbibers have historically been immune to popular opinion, so hence this list. If you manage all forty before you take a barstool at St. Gabriel's Pearly Gate Lounge, you may feel secure in the fact that you've lived a rich and full life, even if only the boys and girls down at happy hour think so. And when you do belly up to that big open bar in the sky and the bartender asks: "What sort of life did you lead?" you can look him right in the eye and say, "Gabe, baby, I'm glad this is eternity, because I've got a helluva lot of stories to tell."

1.) Open and close a bar. -done-
Find one that opens its doors before noon. Stake out a comfortable seat and hunker down. Resist informing the bartender of your tremendous plan, as this will cause him to pour waves of pre-celebratory shots and you won't survive happy hour. Pacing is everything. Watch the crowds come and go, watch bartenders rise, reign and fade while you remain like a cagey Methuselah. From that day forward, within the walls of that bar at least, your name will be legend.

2.) Go on a bender. -done-
I don't mean a weekend binge. I'm talking a full-bore, hooch-bent, screw-work hoolihan. Dangerous, yes, but so is getting out of bed in the morning. True benders have gone the way of the snap brim fedora, which makes them all the greater currency in the world of drunks. It won't be easy. You must start drinking the moment you wake up and carry on until you go under. Then start over again. In your grandfather's day you had to drink two weeks straight before you could officially declare yourself on a proper jag, but that's when a mug of beer cost a nickel. These days four straight days and nights will give you all the bragging rights you need.

3.) Drink a fifth of hard liquor, by yourself, in one day. -done-
For some this is a typical evening, the rest will have to try harder. Unplug the phone, don't answer the door and get down with your bad self. Stock up on ice, gather mixers if you need them, crack the seal and, inch by inch, take that proud bottle down. Take your own sweet time. Near the bottom you will discover a rich inner landscape you thought a barren desert. Explore it.

4.) Dance like a fool in front of a large hooting crowd. -done-
Cast aside your fear of public opinion, march to the center of the room's attention and boogie down. You don't need a partner, you don't even need music, do a happy jig to the beat of your own drum. Of course, it helps to be really really drunk.

5.) Spend a night in the drunk tank.
While getting captured by the Man goes against the most primal of drunkard instincts, if you're putting your time and liquor in, it's going to happen. Make the most of the experience. Pretend you're Cool Hand Luke. And don't refrain from telling your friends: Among drunks, the real ones anyway, a night in the tank is a very large feather in the drinking cap.

6.) Get drunk on the grave of your hero.
Wait until the cemetery closes for the night, then slip over the fence with a bottle of something strong. Prop your back against the gravestone and tell your hero how much he inspired you, how he changed your life, revel in the fact that your inspiration is only six feet of hard-packed earth away. It'll be the greatest one-sided conversation you'll ever have. Then pass out. Let the groundskeeper be your alarm clock.

7.) Buy a crowded bar a round.
For no reason at all. Jump up on a barstool and shout it loud: "A round for the house! On me!" Make sure you have a good toast ready, because, for once, they'll all be listening.

8.) Embark on an impromptu road trip. -done-
Out of the blue, propose a trip to Las Vegas, Chicago, New Orleans or Jack Kerouac's grave. It doesn't really matter where, the joy is in the journey. There's nothing like a sudden burst of irresponsible freedom to shake up your worldview. It will be an adventure you'll never forget or get tired of talking about.

9.) Get 86'd from a bar. -done-
There are generally two types of drunkards in the world: Those that get 86'd a lot and those who never do. If you're the latter, you're missing out on a very special feeling. A man with any character at all must have enemies and places he is not welcome—in the end we are not only defined by our friends, but also those aligned against us. So choose the type of bar you loathe. Get remorselessly smashed on tequila. Let your lizard brain do your talking. Splash the kerosene, drop the match and watch the bridge burn. Few sentences in the English language bespeak a mysterious dark side than: "I'm not allowed in there. And, quite frankly, I don't blame them."

10.) Extravagantly overtip a bartender.
The next time a bartender is especially kind or proficient, lay a massive tip on her. I mean, massive. You must be relatively sober or they'll discount the act as drunken foolishness. Say something smooth like, "You're the best of your kind," drop the bomb, and—this is important—walk out of the bar without another word. With this single act of unexpected generosity, you will restore a bartender's faith in humanity and give your own self-image a healthy boost.

11.) Walk up to an attractive stranger way out of your league and buy him or her a drink. -done-
You always wanted to do it. You've enviously watched your smooth friends do it. Now it's your turn. The fear is nowhere proportionate to the risk to your ego (she's out of your league, remember?), yet it still requires a certain amount of courage. It's akin to sticking your hand down into the garbage disposal. The thing isn't going to turn on by itself, but still...

12.) Conspire an after hours at your favorite bar.
I'm not talking about them letting you have a quick one in the back while they're cleaning up. I'm talking about drinking until the sun creeps through the shut blinds. It takes a lot of time and tips to earn the privilege, but there's nothing quite like it.

13.) Make your best friend a perfect martini.
I mean perfect. Employ the proper utensils and the highest-end liquor you can afford. Follow an old-school recipe and take your time. You know how a handmade present from a child always warms the heart of a parent more than the most expensive gift? Same deal. Just a little something for all the times your pal bailed you out. And after your friend has enjoyed your sublime creation, make yourself one, you magnificent bastard.

14.) Buy, build or steal a home bar.
Put the well right in your home. Outfit it with many sparkling bottles, accruement and tools. Sit on your barstool with a grossly over-poured cocktail and think: "This is my bar. No one can cut me off, no one can kick me out, none but the floor can announce last call." You've been a sharecropper long enough. Get your own plot of land.

15.) Get carried home by your drinking buddies. -done-
In the company of friends you can trust, get fantastically loaded to the point you cannot stand, nevermind walk. Let them brace you from both sides and carry you homeward. Sing like an Irish uncle. Swear love and fealty to your human crutches. These are the bonds that never break.

16.) Get drunk with your father.
Getting loaded with the man who brought you into this world is one of the most deeply mystical experiences a human being can manage. If you can't get your father to commit, find an elder you respect.

17.) Fight a good fight. -done-
Samuel Johnson said "Every man thinks meanly of himself for not having been a soldier, or not having been at sea." Men who go to their graves without ever getting into a fistfight undoubtedly feel the same way. How many times have you gone home thinking, "Damn, I should have clocked that asshole." Next time, do it. Swing first, swing hard, and make sure you're in the right. You may not win, but at least you were in there swinging. Fear of losing a fight never stopped Bukowski and neither should it stop you.

18.) Visit the source of your favorite beer, wine or liquor.
Make a pilgrimage to the headwaters. Follow the river that's fed you joy to its source. Stand amongst the vats and barrels and absorb the knowledge that this is the spring from which the good times flow. Drink as many free samples as they'll give you. It might mean a trip to Dublin or Tennessee, but from that moment on you can gaze into your glass and think, "Lad, I met your mother."

19.) Drunkenly watch the sun come up with your best boozing buddies and a bottle. -done-
You've spent plenty of time railing against the dying of the light, this time welcome its birth. With a shot.

20.) Sit in on an A.A. meeting.
Not all accomplishments are rum and games. File this under the heading of facing your fears. Just as Jonah found enlightenment in the belly of a beast, so will you. You may come to look at it as a sober examination of the safety net (or trampoline, as the case may be). You may view it as a cautionary trip to hell. Either way, you'll never have to wonder again.

21.) Hit a dozen bars in one night. -done-
Make like Marco Polo. Instead of eating one lousy apple, take a bite out of a dozen exotic fruits. Chase the ever elusive good time. A rolling stone gathers no bar tabs.

22.) Try at least one hundred different drinks. -done-
Too often we drunks get trapped in a rut, forgetting there is a wide and golden world of forgotten cocktails, strangely-hued beers, mysterious liquors and wines from places we cannot pronounce. Explore the world from your barstool. One need only thumb through a bartender's guide to realize how wide that world is. And when you return to your rut, and you probably will, you'll appreciate just how good home can be after months on the road.

23.) Get loaded in the land of your forefathers.
An effortless task for Europeans, a broad leap of faith for colonials, not too hard for us south americans. Return to the land from whence your blood sprang, sit down to drinks with those your bold forefathers left behind. And for godsakes, don't order a Bud.

24.) Juice on the job. -done-
You will never comprehend just how pleasurable the workaday grind can be until you bring your old chum alcohol along. You don't have to get boss-punching drunk, just sneak enough to loosen up that tight harness.

25.) Split a magnum of expensive champagne with your true love.
Do it up like F. Scott and Zelda before they went crazy. Realize that this is one of the precious few times you can get swizzled in front of your better half and she'll think it's wonderfully romantic.

26.) Give a hobo twenty bucks. -done-
Make him promise he's going to spend it on hooch. It won't be a hard sell. Twenty bucks is the price of a crappy shirt to you, to our alley brethren it's a gift from the gods.

27.) Get loaded and tell your boss exactly how you feel. -done-
It could go down at the company picnic, the Christmas party, or maybe, if you're really going after Accomplishment #24, right at the office. It's tremendously cathartic. Years of stress and bitterness will drop from your shoulders and for the first time, after you're done unloading, you will see your employer as an actual human being. You may very well get fired, but hey, if you're angry enough to go berserk on your boss, you need to get a new job anyway.

28.) Send a friend a bottle of good liquor.
Apropos of nothing and don't tell him it's coming. Attach a card reading: "Tonight the drinks are on me." He will never forget it. There is no better feeling than unexpected free booze.

29.) Eat a pickled egg from the big jar.
A bar must own a certain amount of character to carry the big jar. Maybe you've seen one. A jar large enough to hold Jay Leno's head, populated with slightly off-color eggs floating in a murky fluid. You always wondered what they tasted like and it's time to find out.

30.) Go on a fishing trip with your pals.
Ensure you bring enough beer and liquor to paralyze the nation of Liechtenstein. Fishing tackle is optional. Drink near a body of water (you don't actually have to come in contact or even see the water, but it should be nearby), then, when night falls, build a huge campfire. There is nothing more conducive to male bonding and rampant drinking than a campfire. Trust me, strip clubs come in a distant second.

31.) Eat the worm. -done-
It's a cliche, but so are strippers at a bachelor party. It must be done. The last thing you want to do is mutter a half-hearted lie to your grand kids when they squeal, "Gramps, did you eat the worm?"

32.) Learn at least one traditional drinking song. -done-
Ethnically fractured and mixed as we are, most of us have lost the art of the booze ballad. Watch a European football match on television and first thing you notice is the fans know one hell of a lot of songs. All north-americans can manage is the "Na-na-na" song and chants of "De-fense!" Sure, we all know the words of Ring of Fire by rote, but what of The Pub with No Beer, My Lip Is on the Cup, and Drunk Last Night, Drunk the Night Before? Also, there's nothing like a table of drunks bellowing an unidentifiable song in unison to scare the bejesus out of the bar staff.

33.) Steal some booze. -done-
Against the law? Sure. A hell of a rush? Absolutely. Of course, not getting caught is very important. Plan well. Nothing tastes quite so sweet.

34.) Spend half a paycheck on a single bottle of liquor.
So much money for so little booze. We've spent our lives learning the art of getting the most stagger out of the smallest investment. We've heard rumors of those insanely expensive bottles, but they might as well sell them on Mars. Out of spite, you've probably told yourself: "Screw that—booze is booze. What's it gonna do, get me five times drunker?" In a better world, maybe. Depending upon the sensitivity of your palette, however, you may come to understand that the rich really do have it better than us. And when I say better, I mean they can afford better booze.

35.) Start your long-awaited and very personal autobiography: Me and the Booze: A Love Story. -done-
You don't have to finish it. Very few do. The point is, the very act of starting an autobiography means you think you've lived an exciting enough life to deserve one. Strive for that day.

36.) Try absinthe. -done-
Do the full ritual with the spoon and sugar. Drink enough to feel the full effect. Stroll the path that Hemingway, Van Gogh, Degas, F. Scott, and myriad other geniuses spent their lives pounding flat. Just don't cut your ear off.

37.) Watch the movie Barfly with five of your closest friends.
Without a doubt the finest drinking movie ever put to celluloid. Make sure there's plenty of booze on hand because you'll want to drink along.

38.) Work at least a week as a bartender.
You'll never fully understand the drinking culture as a whole until you've spent some time on the supply side of the wood. The empathy it will lever into your psyche will change your bar behavior forever.

39.) Make your own beer, wine or moonshine.
There are fewer finer feelings in the world than to nurture booze from it's humble, evil-tasting origins to something you can get hammered on. Just expect to repeat these words over and over again when you go mad on the blood of your creation: "I made this! Me! And now I'm drinking it! Woo-hoo!"

40.) Go to your place of worship loaded. -done-
Not so loaded they'll finger you as a walking incarnation of Demon Rum, just enough to make the droning sermons lip-bitingly hilarious. It's often said that liquor can bring you closer to God, so just think how close you'll be when you're hammered in his house.

Friday, February 13, 2009




The difference between the right word and the nearly right
word is the difference between lightning and lightning bug.






Thursday, February 12, 2009

All energy flows according to the whims of the Great Magnet.

There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant
of some kind never even considered for mass production.

Too weird to live, and too rare to die.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009



I have a horse named Cannon
and he dashed through the sky





it's like a Lomo camera in my phone

check it





cool iPhone app, QuadCam

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

How Dreams Represent Ideas

I feel vibrations down my back. I jumped on a crocodile and a raging madman bursts into flames and charges my way.

My feet sink in mud and i can't move. "Great fuck", i think.

He's right at me now. I grab him. He's not breathing anymore. The flames blow out.

My hands burn.


The language of the unconscious operates in quite a different way from that of the conscious mind. Thoughts expressed in the conscious mind are more or less logical. They follow a set of linguistic rules and grammatical form. The unconscious mind, especially in dreams, employs visual images that can allude to multiple meanings in fragments and flashes.


What the fuck, is this crocodile about?


pay attention

Monday, February 9, 2009

Hello World

808

1) The penal code for disturbing the peace. Refers to the sound of bass from
stereos.

2) The bassdrum from a Roland TR-808 drum machine, which is now a popular sample.



Gonzo

1) All out, first person and live.

2) Engaging with extreme subjectivity; just what you see, as if being behind a camera.

3) Taking matters into your own hands and being part of the scene.

4) From the Scottish meaning last person up at the end of the night and still drinking beers.


Ready?