Saturday, November 29, 2008

Even the most miserable life is better than...

a sheltered existence in an organized society where everything is calculated and perfected.

I went to the lamest bar tonight
I think it was called Lizard's

Listen, I get it
You're a Frat bro
That's your personal lifestyle brand
That's cool
But why do you all have to wear button up Polo's with the sleeves rolled up?
I guess I missed the meeting at the Dave Matthews concert 5 years ago
(After that sweet round of Hacky Sack)

I felt so out of place at this bar
And I mean that in the best possible way ever

The music these people listen to
Holy bleeding Christ on the fucking cross
If I had a nickel for every time I heard an AC/DC tune tonight.... I'd have 3 dollars and 20 cents in my pocket

I think my friend Julia put it best...
"That place had a mixture of not okay people, tolerable people and a few cool people. It was so weird seeing all those people, some i hadn't seen for years"

No, but on the real
I had a pretty good time
I saw a lot of cool cats I had not seen in forever
So that was super neat
I just can't get over all the button-up Polo's with rolled-up-sleeves and the stupid whore who put her cigarette out on my favorite Marc Jacobs hoodie
Holy shit
If I hear another AC/DC song tonight, I swear I'm offing myself

The drive back was kind of scary
My ride was doing 90+ on I-10
What an asshole
But at least he got me home safe

Holy shit
I was watching Reservoir Dogs on the drive back home
Mr. Orange: [after killing Mr. Blonde] Hey you, what's your name?
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: Marvin.
Mr. Orange: Marvin what?
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: Marvin Nash.
Mr. Orange: Listen to me, Marvin, I'm a c...
Mr. Orange: ...listen to me, Marvin Nash, I'm a cop.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: Yeah, I know.
Mr. Orange: You do?
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: Yeah, you're name's Freddy something.
Mr. Orange: Newendyke. Freddy Newendyke.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: Frankie Ferchetti introduced us about five months ago.
Mr. Orange: Shit, I don't remember that at all.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: I do. Freddy... Freddy, how do I look?
Mr. Orange: [Freddy laughs] I don't know what to tell you, Marvin.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: That fuck! That sick fuck! That fucking bastard!
Mr. Orange: Marvin, I need you to hold on. There's cops waiting less than a block away.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: What the fuck are they waiting for? This fucking guy slashes my face, and he cuts my fucking ear off! I'm fucking deformed!
[pauses and calms down]
Mr. Orange: All right, now you heard them, we'll make the move when they get back, so don't pussy out on me now, Marvin. We're just gonna sit here and bleed until Joe Cabot sticks his fucking head through that door!

A: Ever notice there's the word "mask" in masculine? And also "ass"?
B: And in feminine?
A: Nothing.

We control our thoughts which mean nothing, and not our emotions which mean everything.

Time is like a circle which is endlessly described. The declining arc is the past. The inclining arc is the future.

Everything has been said, provided words do not change their meanings, and meanings their words.

Tonight's Tunes

Junior Boys - In The Morning (Hot Chip Remix)

Sebastien Tellier - Divine

Hot Chip - Ready For The Floor

The Knife - Heartbeats

Royal Trux - Witch's Tit


Friday, November 28, 2008

A: Whenever I hear the word culture, I bring out my checkbook.

B: Some years ago—some horrible years ago—the Nazis used to take out a pistol instead of a checkbook.

The ruling ideological class is the ruler of a world that has turned upside down
The more powerful the class, the more that it denies the world of it's existence, and its power is employed above all to enforce this claim
This is a complete denial of class distinction
It is only modest on this one point, because this officially nonexistent bureaucracy simultaneously attributes the crowning achievements of history to its own infallible leadership, while denying all responsibilities of its failures
Though its existence is everywhere in evidence, the bureaucracy must be invisible as a class
As a result, all social life becomes insane
This social organization based in total falsehood stems from this fundamental contradiction

We never came to a conclusion

"Oh. My. God. Like, let's do some blow and listen to Joy Division."

Last night, I killed a man in my dream

Last night, I killed a dream in a man

Give me a Hermes Birkin handbag and a 60" HD flat screen television, but deliver me from liberty

In my dreams I used to feel that I was being sucked into a huge hole
Now I feel I'm being scattered into a thousand pieces
Before, even if it was a slow process, I would wake up all in one piece
Now I'm afraid there will be pieces missing

Objects exist, and if we pay them more attention than we do people, it is because they exist more than those people
Dead objects live on
Living people are often dead already

Tonight's Music

Deerhunter - Microcastle
Jacques Brel - Ne Me Quittes Pas

Parker Lewis - Hjältar

No Age - Eraser
Chet Baker - Let's Get Lost

Townes Van Zandt - Waitin' Around To Die


Tuesday, November 25, 2008

[a party guest is calling her meditation guru]

"Hello? I forgot my mantra"

It's been an interesting week

Uhhhh...Help me, Srimata Krishnaji of Brindaban!

Les femmes ne veulent jamais faire en 8 secondes ce qu'elles veulent bien faire 8 jours après... Ca revient au mème 8 secondes ou 8 jours. Ou alors pourquoi pas 8 siècles ?

Tonight's songs
Talking Heads - This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)

Leonard Cohen - Tonight Will Be Fine

The Applejacks - Tell Me When

Fleet Foxes - White Winter Hymnal