WATCHMEN

I want to be   a part of it so bad. I’ve been having dreams some nights, maybe 1 every two weeks, that lead me to believe that I am a part of it. And it is like heroin. Like a 15 year old’s mushroom body high. The amazing culture it exudes far surpasses anything I get from movies or music. The realistic portrayal of super heroes in a time that might need them the most. At the verge of anihilation. (spell check that for me.) A story so full of death makes me want to live so much more . I’ve subjected myself to something less than what I … no. I love  comics. And this story inwebs my dreams, many of my thoughts when I’m by myself, and it makes sitting more pleasurable than others would have let me know. I love watchmen. find something in it, too.

Something I saw

saw this torta in the new york times and thought lovingly of you all.  This is from a place called La Hacienda in Southampton

 

torta

post-it notes from the prodigal son

performance art odd rap and joke punk at 152 ludlow

this too

probly destroying every shred of cred i  just built by blasting noise. but fuck it i just found tiny specks of bone rattle. i want this record.

fuck it heres this too

if you havent seen suspiria you may not want to peep this

common fucking ground

lets agree on these

the last one isn’t for metal fans but babe fans. I hope this post makes us good. oh and your sandwich looks sick.

A man walked onto a subway track…

If you’re not too busy, and you’re on the best coast, then you might want to do something not boring and go see the seminal AT THE GATES tonight in Pomona, or tomorrow night in Hollywood. (With cars you can do things like go to many awesome places miles and miles apart in a short amount of time.) It’s their first and final tour in 10 or so years and these are the last two shows of the tour before they go back to their superior lands of chocolate and skiing and letting other people fight their wars. Here’s proof that AT THE GATES are not boring and actually fun.

yeah whatever, lets move forward two years

yeah bush sucks. who doesn’t know that? yeah batman rules. does anyone disagree? Here are two Agathe Snow sculptures I like.

Lucifer Rising

Ken Anger’s Lucifer Rising. Music by Bobby Beausoleil.

A sandwhich walks into a bar…

which was AMAZING so I ate it! So, here it goes:

The bread was a lightly toasted rosemary rye with a crunch so satisfying only the thrill of breaking bubble wrap can compare.

Underneath that layer was a thick smearing of a goat’s cheese and Sierra Nevada Pale Ale Mustard, together creating a impenetrable forcefield of deliciousness that only my teeth, tongue and other tools of mastication could bust.

Next is the organic juicy tomato. Organic is long for orgy.

Applewood smoked bacon so damn fine Rabbi Schlomo called it “meshugenah!”

Sprouts.

Ovenroasted turkey roasted in an oven and tasting good. Thick layers of it. THAT is important.

And then, of course, sun dried tomato hummus. This creates a thick gooey sloppiness that slides all the ingredients around making it nigh impossible to actually eat. But with a ferocious appetite, a lot of napkins, and some balls, one can do it.