日曜日, 7月 24, 2011
木曜日, 7月 14, 2011
火曜日, 7月 05, 2011
FOTO FONE PHUNNNN
I'M TRYING REALLY HARD TO BE A GOOD BLOGGER. This is still a food blog, but I'm also including pictures of cool people & places. I have the 3rd or 30th page of my scifi novel finished, possibly some other things too. Last night I was playing accordion in the middle of the street at 3am. I'm so totally not vegan but it's ok cause I've been drinking lots of kombucha. The dryer is broken! Good thing I got an rad fix-it-yourself manual. I love Portland!
FACE THE TRUTH!
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FACE THE TRUTH!
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土曜日, 6月 25, 2011
BLACK POWER!
Today I went wading through the creek and conquered the island. Then we made a black power rasta cake! The fist is red because we humans all bleed the same. Black power!
水曜日, 6月 08, 2011
CONTRAST
"The wise speak only of what they know, Gríma son of Gálmód. A witless worm have you become. Therefore be silent, and keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a serving-man till the lightning falls." - Lord of the Rings, J.R. Tolkien 1954
"This is the number one song in heaven
Written, of course, by the mightiest hand
All of the angels are sheep in the fold of their master
They always follow the Master and his plan
If you should die before you wake
If you should die while crossing the street
The song that you'll hear, I guarantee
The one that's the rage up here in the clouds
Loud as crowd or soft as a doubt
Lyrically weak, but the music's the thing
The song filters down, down through the clouds
It reaches the earth and winds all around
And then it breaks up in millions of ways
It goes la, la, la...
In cars it becomes a hit
In your homes it becomes advertisements
And in the streets it becomes the children singing... " - Sparks 1979
"You wanna know what we say in da club?
A bay bay
Whites folks, gangstas and the thugs
A bay bay
...
When I see a bad chick I'm hollerin' out
A bay bay, a bay bay
I hope y'all ain't wit ya boyfriendz
'Cause I don't care what dey say
And I don't care what he say or she say
I'm in da DJ booth takin' pictures wit da DJ" - Hurricane Chris 2007
"This is the number one song in heaven
Written, of course, by the mightiest hand
All of the angels are sheep in the fold of their master
They always follow the Master and his plan
If you should die before you wake
If you should die while crossing the street
The song that you'll hear, I guarantee
The one that's the rage up here in the clouds
Loud as crowd or soft as a doubt
Lyrically weak, but the music's the thing
The song filters down, down through the clouds
It reaches the earth and winds all around
And then it breaks up in millions of ways
It goes la, la, la...
In cars it becomes a hit
In your homes it becomes advertisements
And in the streets it becomes the children singing... " - Sparks 1979
"You wanna know what we say in da club?
A bay bay
Whites folks, gangstas and the thugs
A bay bay
...
When I see a bad chick I'm hollerin' out
A bay bay, a bay bay
I hope y'all ain't wit ya boyfriendz
'Cause I don't care what dey say
And I don't care what he say or she say
I'm in da DJ booth takin' pictures wit da DJ" - Hurricane Chris 2007
日曜日, 6月 05, 2011
木曜日, 5月 26, 2011
水曜日, 5月 25, 2011
This is now a food blog.
seaweed & potato ramen
1 packet of instant organic seaweed ramen, kyoto brand
1 tomato
1 piece of red onion
1 & 1/2 potatoes
1/2 piece of bell pepper, any color really
1 oonce of salt
2 oonces of pepper
1 oonce of garlic powder
dice potato and onion and boil about 3 cups of water. throw them in the water, cover and boil 20 minutes or until potatoes are soft. while this is cooking chop up tomato and bell pepper into small pieces. throw in ramen noodles and stir. combine the rest of ingredients to taste.
pictures coming soon!
1 packet of instant organic seaweed ramen, kyoto brand
1 tomato
1 piece of red onion
1 & 1/2 potatoes
1/2 piece of bell pepper, any color really
1 oonce of salt
2 oonces of pepper
1 oonce of garlic powder
dice potato and onion and boil about 3 cups of water. throw them in the water, cover and boil 20 minutes or until potatoes are soft. while this is cooking chop up tomato and bell pepper into small pieces. throw in ramen noodles and stir. combine the rest of ingredients to taste.
pictures coming soon!
木曜日, 5月 12, 2011
GREETINGS FRAM SRADGE MANSHAN
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火曜日, 5月 10, 2011
post apocalyptic living
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Date:2011-05-05 12:39:07
Title:(rooms & shares) post apocalyptic living
Are you looking for a fun, dirty place to live? We wanted to write an honest ad because this house is not what most people seem to want out of a living situation, but we like it.
Fairly cheap rent in a big, poorly constructed house near Venice Beach.
20 total, pets and humans. We are all creative. We are trying to count how many unemployed people consistently live here. We are lucrative crafty people. Capitalism is our playground. Our backyard contains a gallery of wet broken furniture amidst tall grass and ivy. Also, a bird cage filled with empty cat food cans. * editor's note: that was thrown away.
Black mold loves us. At least 5 of us are sick 60-70% of the time unless we are vacationing in other parts of the west coast and/or florida. Detroit is looking good. We have smoked inside. Fleas took away our last roommate-it was a medical condition. We have fleabombed. Are you strong? At least we don't have scabies.
We all like each other and get along, we are not passive or weenies. Limp noodles need not apply.
The 10th member of our household is a pitbull/boxer mix named Bud Dee with very short legs and a giant head with puppy dog eyes. He likes to cuddle and occasionally gets the bummer breeze from El Segundo.
Have you ever felt the desire to superglue your change to the wall? Or experiment with latex paint and carpet? We have those options here.
Our neighbors may have assumed from the dead animal parts and candles in our front yard that we worship satan but we are just committed artists. If we lived in the 1800's people may have tried to set us on fire; we would have fought back. We love bikes and bike rides to the beach. Our front room is filled with bikes; the first wall you see has a mural welcoming you to earth, from a wolf and some chola bunnies. We like typewriters and VHS tapes, and our comfortable opium den-ish movie room. Our fence is being taken over by furniture pieces.
Lots of instruments to play, some of us play in bands. at one point we had a pair of drumsets for dualing. We like good music.
Food. We have an involuntary communal food situation; we are vultures but fortunately cook alot and no one is hungry. Food does not go bad here. We don't mind grease fires. Sometimes the sink breaks and we live off of dumpster banana bread and pile our dishes in the bathtub. Our microwave sits atop a pile of laundry.
Another key feature is a 400 year old guru that lives in our midst disguised as a young Thai fox. He is solid.
Our landlord has brain damage and can be malicious.
Sleeping schedules: alot of us wake up around noon or after. We are all generally awake around 3/4 am. At one point some of us were living 'normal' lives but we realized that we were not happy that way.
We have 8 rooms total, a few are big enough to share comfortably, 2 bathrooms downstairs and 2 upstairs in bedrooms. You can customize your walls and floor.
No creeps, weirdos okay.
Email for more information on what rooms are available and when you can come see them.
Thanks,
the present
Approximately 98% of postings removed are in violation of craigslist posting guidelines.
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Date:2011-05-05 12:39:07
Title:(rooms & shares) post apocalyptic living
Are you looking for a fun, dirty place to live? We wanted to write an honest ad because this house is not what most people seem to want out of a living situation, but we like it.
Fairly cheap rent in a big, poorly constructed house near Venice Beach.
20 total, pets and humans. We are all creative. We are trying to count how many unemployed people consistently live here. We are lucrative crafty people. Capitalism is our playground. Our backyard contains a gallery of wet broken furniture amidst tall grass and ivy. Also, a bird cage filled with empty cat food cans. * editor's note: that was thrown away.
Black mold loves us. At least 5 of us are sick 60-70% of the time unless we are vacationing in other parts of the west coast and/or florida. Detroit is looking good. We have smoked inside. Fleas took away our last roommate-it was a medical condition. We have fleabombed. Are you strong? At least we don't have scabies.
We all like each other and get along, we are not passive or weenies. Limp noodles need not apply.
The 10th member of our household is a pitbull/boxer mix named Bud Dee with very short legs and a giant head with puppy dog eyes. He likes to cuddle and occasionally gets the bummer breeze from El Segundo.
Have you ever felt the desire to superglue your change to the wall? Or experiment with latex paint and carpet? We have those options here.
Our neighbors may have assumed from the dead animal parts and candles in our front yard that we worship satan but we are just committed artists. If we lived in the 1800's people may have tried to set us on fire; we would have fought back. We love bikes and bike rides to the beach. Our front room is filled with bikes; the first wall you see has a mural welcoming you to earth, from a wolf and some chola bunnies. We like typewriters and VHS tapes, and our comfortable opium den-ish movie room. Our fence is being taken over by furniture pieces.
Lots of instruments to play, some of us play in bands. at one point we had a pair of drumsets for dualing. We like good music.
Food. We have an involuntary communal food situation; we are vultures but fortunately cook alot and no one is hungry. Food does not go bad here. We don't mind grease fires. Sometimes the sink breaks and we live off of dumpster banana bread and pile our dishes in the bathtub. Our microwave sits atop a pile of laundry.
Another key feature is a 400 year old guru that lives in our midst disguised as a young Thai fox. He is solid.
Our landlord has brain damage and can be malicious.
Sleeping schedules: alot of us wake up around noon or after. We are all generally awake around 3/4 am. At one point some of us were living 'normal' lives but we realized that we were not happy that way.
We have 8 rooms total, a few are big enough to share comfortably, 2 bathrooms downstairs and 2 upstairs in bedrooms. You can customize your walls and floor.
No creeps, weirdos okay.
Email for more information on what rooms are available and when you can come see them.
Thanks,
the present
水曜日, 5月 04, 2011
日曜日, 4月 24, 2011
木曜日, 4月 21, 2011
once again
Buonanotte a tutti voi
non vi disturberò,
i giornali consumati
sparsi sul comò,
nei vostri sogni complicati
siete immersi già,
fra poco il suono della sveglia
vi sorprenderà.
Le lenzuola accolgono
già tutti tranne me,
ma che rumore insolito
i miei passi sul pavé,
le strade che si allargano,
c'è un gatto sulla via,
lui cerca amore e cibo,
io coltivo una mania.
Sonnambulismo è una parola
che vi meraviglierà,
ma quante cose questa notte
strana mi rivelerà,
sonnambulismo è il desiderio
di sfuggire ad un cliché,
sereno, allegro, malinconico
cammino senza te.
Guardo sorridendo
le vetrine e le réclame,
e percorro zigzagando
le corsie dei tram,
mi metto a indovinare il sole
dove sorgerà,
c'è tanto tempo per pensare
quanta libertà.
Sonnambulismo per sfuggire
alla cattiva compagnia,
equilibrismo tra le strade
sempre piene di follia,
sonnambulismo è una finestra
che non s'illuminerà,
sonnambulismo ed un telefono
che non risponderà.
Sonnambulismo è una parola
che vi meraviglierà,
ma quante cose questa notte
strana mi rivelerà,
sonnambulismo è il desiderio
di sfuggire ad un cliché,
sereno, allegro, malinconico
cammino senza te.
Sonnambulismo per sfuggire
alla cattiva compagnia,
equilibrismo tra le strade
sempre piene di follia,
sonnambulismo è una finestra
che non s'illuminerà,
sonnambulismo ed un telefono
che non risponderà.
non vi disturberò,
i giornali consumati
sparsi sul comò,
nei vostri sogni complicati
siete immersi già,
fra poco il suono della sveglia
vi sorprenderà.
Le lenzuola accolgono
già tutti tranne me,
ma che rumore insolito
i miei passi sul pavé,
le strade che si allargano,
c'è un gatto sulla via,
lui cerca amore e cibo,
io coltivo una mania.
Sonnambulismo è una parola
che vi meraviglierà,
ma quante cose questa notte
strana mi rivelerà,
sonnambulismo è il desiderio
di sfuggire ad un cliché,
sereno, allegro, malinconico
cammino senza te.
Guardo sorridendo
le vetrine e le réclame,
e percorro zigzagando
le corsie dei tram,
mi metto a indovinare il sole
dove sorgerà,
c'è tanto tempo per pensare
quanta libertà.
Sonnambulismo per sfuggire
alla cattiva compagnia,
equilibrismo tra le strade
sempre piene di follia,
sonnambulismo è una finestra
che non s'illuminerà,
sonnambulismo ed un telefono
che non risponderà.
Sonnambulismo è una parola
che vi meraviglierà,
ma quante cose questa notte
strana mi rivelerà,
sonnambulismo è il desiderio
di sfuggire ad un cliché,
sereno, allegro, malinconico
cammino senza te.
Sonnambulismo per sfuggire
alla cattiva compagnia,
equilibrismo tra le strade
sempre piene di follia,
sonnambulismo è una finestra
che non s'illuminerà,
sonnambulismo ed un telefono
che non risponderà.
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