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You can also watch the HI-RES version of the video…

I decided to clean my closet for the new year and here are some of the things I found:
-Japanese candy I bought in Tokyo four years ago.
-A fake car radio.
-Baby blue Crocs.
-Boxing gloves.
-A New Age DVD: The Alchemical Dream.
-An unidentified black thong with rhinestones.
-Plastic handcuffs.
-Snakeskin cowboy boots.
-A pair of Adidas sneakers with an ounce of psychedelic shrooms hiding under the soles.
-25mg of Aderol.
-A “SAY NO TO DRUGS” t-shirt.
-An amulet.
-Stretch black vinyl pants I bought in Paris with my mother at an S&M shop. They were folded in a plastic bag with a leather dog leash and studded spiked collar.
-A moldy rotten fruit.
-Chinese bills with portraits of Mao.
-Dusty riding gloves.
-A ripped sleeveless 1988 Metallica Tour shirt that smelled like sun lotion.
-Used condoms.
-A black velvet caftan with gold edges.
-Old issues of Flaunt Magazine.
-Notes for a screenplay I never wrote.
-A ripped self-portrait.

These and more were hiding in my room like the lost puzzle pieces of my life.

Identities I picked up, left off, and let go.

Cowboy, hippie, nomad, gypsy.

Hipster, boxer, rider, writer.

Explorer, junky, rocker, leather daddy.

Nihilist, shaman, perv, animal, cannibal.

Failed futures, forgotten stories, and forsaken trips.

Seriously, though: baby blue Crocs?!?

margaret died christmas eve, at age 2, of a heart attack. the vet did an autopsy to make sure buckles and party time weren’t going to catch anything and found scar tissue around her heart. he told us she must have had a weak heart.

margaret was extremely girly and vain. she was tiny and had a brown poop-like spot on her face. she was a baby and she was love(d).

xxooo girl

Some people out there might not know this, but Christmas is a holiday.  It marks the birth of…Kahlea Baldwin, aka Ace Bitch and the manager of Spirit Animal et al things musical.  Pure coinkeedink, but it’s also God On Earth’s birthday.  Weird right?  So The Wisdom of GuhZarEye and I made them a four course Italian feast.  Buon Natale!

Shopshire Blue, Goat Brie

Heirloom Tomatoes, Buffala, Fresh Basil

Candy Cane Beets, Mustard Greens, Pomegranate

Littleneck Clams, Spicy Sausage, Roasted Fennel

Butter Lettuce, Toasted Pine Nuts, Blood Orange

Osso Bucco (”bone hole”), Saffron Risotto, Shoestring Zucchini

Brownie Sundae, Caramel, Vanilla Ice Cream

IN RELATED NEWS: Italian citizen and P-F posse member Joel Salvi’s current 2008 pro stats.  Thus far.  Dude can  rimbalzi.

This years fantastic Benderspink Holiday Greeting…

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Ps. you might want to see Slumdog Millionaire before clicking…
by the way… how did you feel about that movie?

yeah, me too.
d

Tonight in Downtown Los Angeles this is happening…

Read the words on the flyer below for the details to enter your brain and hopefully your memory.

Bring your cans.
See you there..

“When does Ace Bitch get back?” I asked.
D replied, “When she gets the money.”

Next to a grocery store not writing a baby’s name on a birthday cake due to the fact of his parents naming him Adolph Hitler…

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There is kite flying around on the internet that is the second most current thing I’ve seen. I’m sure this man has no patent but he was first.

If I were to go fly one. This would be my weapon of choice.

What is fascinating is that somehow these two things fall under the same umbrella of conversation. Like if we were sitting next to each other and you were like, “Hey Daniel, there is a 3 year old named Adolph Hitler, and after trying a few stores, only Walmart would write his name on a cake for his birthday.” I would say, “And to piggyback off of your comment, there is a guy who made a kite look like a clicker arrow on your computer and he was flying it at the beach.”

you see.

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see you at the People-Food-Drive on friday at Redwood. We can discuss this more then.

currently listening to

http://www.myspace.com/blackmothsuperrainbow

i am excited to see my dad.

that is an LED light as a zipper pull.

For years I’ve been warning germ freaks and other “white people” about the dangers of hyper-concern.  Finally, someone else is standing up for sitting on the floor.  Visit Boing Boing, the 6800th most-visited website in the world, for the dirty secret to long life…

Hadduh letchyall leftover busters out dare no aint no dull muhfuckin’ days rounnis muhfuckin’ peeple-food shit write hear.  Ace Bitch online like a muhfucker right now.  My booth is a blanket.  It’s nooooooot forrrrrrr sleeeeeeeping onnnnnnnn.

I met Ian Svenonius Saturday night. I wasn’t even trying. Just happened to wind up at hipster oldies night at the Knockout. And who is the sweater-vested lad on the 1s and 2s? Official guru to 17 yr old Brendan, and hell, 32 yr old Brendan, Ian Svenonius. Leader of the Nation of Ulysses, maker of two of the greatest punk rock records ever. No, Mouthpiece of Nation of Ulysses, maker of two of the greatest punk rock records ever.

Records that floored me when I first heard them in the early 1990s. Records that are mysterious, strange, powerful and utterly unique even today. I’m gushing, I know. N.O.U was like an explosion on my young ears and eyes. Songs that started with the artist Jeremy Blake’s short poems, propaganda speeches about the fictional political Nation of Ulysses: sharply dressed youth jihad, to put it succinctly, cool jazz interludes and two minute blasts of pure sonic frenzy.

And great fucking titles. The Hickey Underworld, 50,000 Watts Of Goodwill, The Kingdom Of Heaven Must Be Taken By Storm, A Kid Who Tells on Another Kid is a Dead Kid, Love is a Bull Market. They preached the gospel of a youth utopia, where everyone is always 18 and always wears great suits and always has perfectly slicked hair.

Their liner notes were full of complex, oblique philosophical theories and photos of kitchen appliances. With explanatory notes like this: “Cool Sr. High School (Fight Song) is another anthem to exclusivity, and stresses the vitality and importance of fashion and appearance in terms of social (and thus political), delineation.” Wait what? Who cares, this was the coolest shit ever.

This band had as much influence on me being an artist as anything. I should have punched Ian in the jaw for effectively blowing my chances to be a high powered lawyer, before I was even old enough to vote. Instead I just gave him a hug.

After that, I talk to him for a while. He asks my name. I tell him. He says, “Hey, I have friend who is a drummer named Brendan.” Yes Ian, Brendan Canty, drummer for Fugazi. I’ve heard of him. I’m in full 12 year-old-girl-meeting-Miley-Cyrus-mode, so I ask for a photo. We pose. I smile like I’m retarded. Because I am. Ian says, “I think we should have a safety.” Whatever you say, sir. So for this one he just gazes into my eyes, lovingly. I am so with him at this moment. His sweater vest is itchy.

Like all great punk bands, N.O.U broke up after two seven inches and two records. Too powerful and great and bleeding edge and always on the verge of falling apart to survive. Ian and some of the other NOUs went to form the Make Up. Guitarist Tim Green lives in SF and plays in the great instrumental metal band The Fucking Champs. Ian now is in Weird War and does a great interview show on the web.

Okay. I’ll stop yapping about my glorious, misspent youth.

Here’s the video from the FUCK YOU Halloween Party..

Lowell Frank made it.. he’s real good at so many things..

Photo by Chad Richard Nicholson… Click right down there…

URB was there.. were you?
Listen to Morninin’ at the bottom of Brandon’s Blog.. the only place to hear it online!

There has been a great deal of well-deserved controversy surrounding California’s passing of Proposition 8, the Gay and Lesbian Marriage Ban. From afar it would appear that no state could be as blue as The Golden State, and so the nation (or at least Melrose to Santa Monica) has taken to the streets over the repeal of the five-month-old decision to allow homosexuals to wed. There is great confusion about how the sea change occurred so quick, with some speculating that the extraordinary amount of religious-right money being poured in to support Prop 8 combined with record-breaking Latino voter turnout (voting largely Catholic) to carry the vote. And actually, it turns out, California is mostly a farm state, resembling other, redder parts of the nation more than people think, with just a few true blue major metropoli scattered here and there. And so it goes. One history shattering victory at a time. Obama, we should assume, will look out for the Human Race above all over the next eight years.

What is more mind-blowing than any of this, though, is the repeated stroke of refusal of the American people to come, together, at the same time, to revel in the law that touches more of us than any other law before it: PROPOSITION 3some. Commonly referred to as the Train Treaty (TT), or, internationally, the Menage-a-Lois, Prop 3some has bounced around the walls of Washington for decades. It’s enticing. It’s sexy. It’s a watercooler topic.

The big hurdle in the battle to pass Prop 3some, as with any other taboo decree, is a divided American electorate. Whereas most laws witness a demographic split across socio-economic, cultural and religious lines, Proposition 3some cuts by gender, hard and fast. Through and through, studies show that women historically oppose The ‘Nage, as it’s referred to inside Insiders, with scarce pockets of pro-Prop 3some inclination observed in female constituencies such as bi whores and checked try anything on eHarmony. Men, strangely, are behind Proposition 3some no matter who, what, when, where or how it is laid out.

Adding to the convolusion of this issue is the difficulty encountered in tracking and charting the public’s favorite position on Prop 3some. Election Day is particularly complicated as the sober and daytime voting precedent set in the U.S. prevents the often necessary lowered inhibitions of its supporters. On top of that, newfangled entry polls, which matter most when deciphering Prop 3some data, have had difficulty penetrating the market. To be sure, it is important to asses voter sentiment after they stick the little thingy in the holes, but that’s bedside the point.

It remains widely argued that if it was good enough for Ancient Rome, then how do we get off? It’s tough to swallow, but it’s coming. We have to bring this issue to a head. Yes on Prop 3some. Worst case scenario they start fighting or getting weirded out about it and you leave.

it’s for real

love him or hate him. Olberman says the right thing a lot of times in a row here.

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Six dollar wine, downloaded Andy Warhol documentary, past midnight on a school night, crushing, crushing frustration, deep into your own personal Google hits, the quietest of quiet desperation, you find the most beautiful things, aided and abetted by [translate this page]. A poet, this one:

Yo…. Check out Gray Kid flexing his chef skills on Stella Can’t Cook.

Hot Topic’s new online mega store SHOCKHOUND is incorporating band interviews, videos, album reviews, as well as MP3′S from all over the musical spectrum. Go to ShockTV the section under “Most Watched” to see Stella Can’t Cook: The Gray Kid, or click on the picture above.

By the way I got an ear boner and had an eyegasm when I came across this recently… it’s basically an accurate visual of the People-Food office on the daily. bye byeeeee