Stages

Buzzin'

APPARENTLY, something wicked this way comes...

PM 2 AM

Rinse and repeat.

Gossip

Meet Clark Kent: by Pierre Hardy. He's stylish, sensible. And oh so taking space in Gotham.

[wordonthestreet]

The Midnight Express

...so when they're out of duck a l'orange, you get creative.

Progress Report

I dunno, you tell us...

[Available Now on iTunes]

On The Reel

[mise en scene]

eXcursions

It was early one winter morning, when the confines of my immediate surroundings encroached two steps too close. I decided what I needed was a vacation (another); a release. Instant gratification as Freud would claim.

Hastefully I packed: a few light garments (like my trusty jungle green, Michael Cera from Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist hoodie) ...Nunchucks... and headed north to a certain undisclosed location, in order to better "clear the Air."

[Pseudo-fed]

#whatever

After a few shots of JD and a tallboy or two, a man is bound to say what he really feels. Ha! Opinions. S0, without further ado, what I feel like I admire most about the dive-bar drinkeries of our day lies not in alcohol's bark but its bite. You hear the wildest things man! ..Also it usually works out that the proverbial yackers who relay these wild things are, in fact, wild things themselves.

Take, for example, a tale (over ale) I was told just the other night from a dude who once (allegedly) dropped 10 hits of LCD and locked himself in a porn-filled closet for two months.

Wild.

At this point, you're probably wondering two things: what kind of company I keep, and what's up with the notepad pic - in all of its gibberish glory? It's actually a shot of Twitter in the early years (circa '06), before the balding. Maybe. I stole the image from Wiki, so don't bank on it. But really, how did we go from talking to just ughhhh tweeting?

__________ + 'light bulb' moment (i.e. notepad gibberish) = Twitter

2 month acid trip in perverted closet + 'light bulb' moment (i.e. notepad gibberish) = Twitter...?


[bit of a stretch]

Roots

[the CREAM always rises]

A Plan For Saturday

Two strangers meet on

a train.

a bus.

a subway.

But sometimes, if you're feeling the insanity sauce, you bite off more than you can chew...and swallow no chaser. Because here you do it all, and that's really the operative word: do. This particular day though has been one for the record books (wherever they're kept).

"Chapter One. He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat. Oh, I love this. New York was his town, and it always would be."

Glow Sticks

When lights coming through the drapes and we're both yawning, I roll over and ask if I can hit it in the morning?

Wifey Material (Pt. 2)

If you must know, "Pt. 1" belonged solely to Ms. Thirlby but she's so 2009 ago. No, Twenty-TEN is all about trying new things. Like studying abroad. This broad.

I haven't been this excited since I first heard Lisa P. was back!

[FROM RUSSIA...]

Rap Good, Rockwell

Wake up KrAmerica, it's voting season! And while we're on the topic, I look at this particular portrait and I immediately think leadership. Sure, maybe he's wrong. Hell maybe Robert Stack in suede is a bumbling moron. But I'll tell you what: women love a strapping gentleman who can command an audience...combover or not. Actually, keep a' rockwellin' it daddy. THE SHOW GOES ON!!

II

It's ironic; my last post, while outwardly having absolutely nothing to do with Kid Cudi - somehow - ended up having something to do with Kid Cudi. Forget the sophomore slump, it's a mind game. There's something oddly intriguing about his rhyme scheme. Man On The Moon (OG) had a HUGE impact on my post-graduate-yet-still-very-much-adolescent psyche. And trust me, I'm Totes McGotes ready for another trip.

[REV OF EV NOV IX]

Day N Nite

I toss and turn I keep stress in my mind

[mind]

White Men Can't Funk

Growing Pains

In my previous lifetime (i.e. years 12-16 of my existence) I had not 1 but 2 DMX posters thumbtacked to my bedroom wall. When my AIM screen name was first registered (and still remains to this day) as "Dmx467." Back when I once spent 5 1/2 hours on a Saturday at Barnes & Noble reading E.A.R.L.: The Autobiography of DMX cover to cover, because I didn't have the 15 dollars to spend on actually purchasing 300+ pages worth of Darkman's insight and cynicism.

Yes, it's true: this man is bat shit crazy. Crazy - but he's got moxxy.

[X gon' give it to ya]

Dirty Genes

It could've been worse. It could've been John Footpenis.

[Almost]

Keeping Active with Youth, Love, and Art

"Don't be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends."

See clearly now baby girl. And thanks for the information.

Whoaa

Try not to...[Overthink] things.

Hi October.

Hipster Runoffs

Every so often in life we stumble off the beaten path of routine and can, for a moment, encounter beauty in an otherwise unforeseen location. Call it the delicate balance between hurried keyboard strokes, or perhaps even divine intervention. Either way, when I wanted Vagabond Don and found Vagabond Bond instead, I was privileged to learn their story.

Crack Pot (Pt. II)

2 am or 2pm, it doesn't matter. 24/7, 365, I put this stuff on everything. Cereal, peanut butter - everything. I even bought the economy size at Costco.

[Remember where I'm from]

Crack Pot (Pt. 1)

Apparently, in September, leaves don't change color. Shit doesn't get cold here until AT LEAST November. Last year at Thanksgiving I was in a tank top. No, in September San Antonio becomes something of a Seattle. Not for lack of its inherent grungliness, already being dubbed by nightcrawlers from prairies far and wide as Austin's neglected stepchild from the South. Rather its because - and quite simply for me - with no new music, no cable (until recently), and an entire upstairs living quarters stripped of any mirrors whatsoever, one actually finds the time to take a few chill pills and just burrow, you know?

Relax, this isn't a cry for help. It's reality.

Rock on Ramen.

(W)rappers

Big talk. Fat Beats.

GQ OG

Where in the world is Atti San Diego?

All That Glitters

"I'm so tired of this I could blow, fire in the hole" - Eminem, Recovery

August 2010. The explanations will vary. Mine?

Many sleepless nights spent out at places like this:

...followed closely by many sleepless nights spent in a place, with these:

and all the mayhem you could possibly squeeze in between. An appropriate time for me to "SMH" I think.

Wake me when it's hoodie season.

Mo' Money...

Biggie said it best.

Spent.

Who better for an antique shop, where old things go to die?...or at least get some shut-eye.

Wonder Bread

Posner's blowing up, no question. I was first introduced back in July of '09, while en route to Venice Beach for (what I thought to be) a leisurely day of surf & turf with Scotland Banks and Corey "I just became a fucking agent at Paradigm" Walker. At the moment though, my attention had gone astray; devoted instead to participating in a silent -- though very much dramatic -- long distance arguement (lame), via text messege (lamer), with a girl... *sigh* I wasn't even dating (God damn it Charlie!).

Where were you when I was...?

1) Young

2) Dumb

3) Looking in the mirror, tryin' figure out who I'm gonna be this year

Fresh Prince Of Hot Air

Pretend I'm Luke Shapiro. Or better yet, you are. 'Tis the SEASON.

The Happenings

So far this Summer (Oh 10):

One of my close buddies, ala the 'Worm' to my 'Mike McD', places 707th in the Main Event @ The Rio and walks away with $19,263. Not too bad for his $1 drunken entry fee.

My roommate, a rather large though hardly imposing Turkish man, invents the 'Self-Rolling Sleeping Bag'. Ludicrous? Hardly. North Faces bites...at $98,000 per year for the next 10 years, plus residuals. Bitch.

My little brother from college, on $200 cash + Ramen, finds a 30k per year occupation w/ benefits, within 1 month of moving to New Jack City. His babyface 22-year old ass now lives HERE. Imagine that.

MY INSPIRATION, comes with a little help from my friends.

Funny Games

What's the prob, Bob? You seem a little...HEATed.

Cute typeface though.

2-1-Oh!

These figures were just released this morning by the U.S. Census Bureau.

The consensus? My city is your preference.

Up Close and Personnel

Eat your heart out Zuckerberg.

shadow play

Juney Tunes

See you in Juleezy for Yeezy.

The Truth About Charlie

New Film. Same Chap.

Misadventures In Mistletopia