Danger is fun

Old new old.

2008-10-20T17:22:00.000-07:00

From the last while.

...

2007-03-15T23:21:00.001-07:00

Hiatus. Don't hate us.

jams run free.

2006-09-28T17:44:00.000-07:00

Nothing new as of late. So...here's what I've been sound bombing with as of lates.

Destroyer - Destroyer's Rubies (This guy is not going to be shitty for a long time, I think.)

Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx (Wow. You know who's lame? Lupe. I like to skate and all, but...fuck it, I just want to hear about the mass distribution, petty sales and use of cocaine as well as the exploits of those selling and buying both mass and petty amounts of cocaine, really. Also recomended for this: any/all Young Jeezy, everything ever done by Clipse & The Re-up Gang, and Lil' Wayne & DJ Drama's Gangsta Grills mixtapes: Dedication 1 & 2)

Test-Icicles - For Screening Purposes Only (They scream and they were like 19. But now they're broken up, so too bad. They broke up before Death From Above 1979. What if Test-Icicles were the guys in DFA 1979's favorite band, and they saw that they broke up and were just like, "Nooooooo! Fuck this, we give up too" That would actually be kind of rad.)

The Killers - Sam's Town (I think it's good, sowee. For my money, these guys are the only people on modern rock radio that are worth anybody's time. Doesn't come out for another 3 weeks, I think. A.K.A.--Early dowload situation.)

Animal Collective - Feels (Sung Tongs was getting mad burn last month, now it's this little gem.)

Prince - Purple Rain (but then again, you probably already knew that.)

The Microphones - The Glow, pt. 2 (Doper, prettier, more thrashing than eberything else.)

And a bunch of disco stuff. Like, a lot of disco, actually. But whatever. I'm itching to play at a party. Someone, anyone, make this happen. Soon. You will not be dissapointed.

it's a war.

2006-09-22T06:10:00.000-07:00

Yo. I've been here chillaxin' per usual. So, since summer is dead (like hip-hop?) I'll do a quick "What Have They Been Doing Lately?" edition. About me. So exiting.

Theme Song for the Riot Grrl attacks on the Hardcore Junglist Massive:

I've really just been home all day doing nothing. Which consists of:

Watching Dr. Phil. This Russian girl was sad about her foster parents fighting all the time. The dad was paying a lot of attention to her...yeah, creepers. (It was later found out that there was nothing bad going on, just that her foster mom was a fucking psycho.)

Chillin' with Irrrrrrrrrrrrwin.

Irwin hooked this little triplicate jam up for me. See, I went to catholic school all of my life, so I was never able to do fly shit like this. But now...ha! (Does it look semi-retarded? Yes. Do I now think that I'm spritually that much closer to one my idols, Vanilla Ice? Oh yes. Sweet sweet yes.)

Watching copius amounts of Purple Rain.

Apolinia = hotsex.

Prince = hotsexier.

Why is the moon always out in the daytime all of a sudden?

Peep the composition. (Hint: perfect.)

Watching more stuff (besides Purple Rain.)

Like Howl's Moving Castle. A.k.a tremendous.

So there's this ring in the film that willl lead the old lady/girl back to the castle no matter where she is. I wish that I had that sometimes. Like for when I try to go anywhere on the Upper East Side or the Financial District.

This kid is a beast right now. I don't think that he's going to stop making quality choices for a while. Thank goodness.

Prize goes to anybody that can hook me up with either Aundrea (preferablly) or Aubrey from Danity Kane. I need that in my life.

If someone can put me on with Aundrea, I swear I'll buy you a yacht or an endangered peacock or some shit. So neccesary right now.

Ok, why hasn't anybody written a critical essay on the similarities between Batman Begins and Amercan Psycho? This picture is from Batman Begins, but if I said that it was from American Psycho, no one would bat an eye (no pun intended.)

Honestly, the similarities are obvious and creepy.

One thing though, American Psycho does not have Liam Neeson's epic facial hair.

If i watch this one more time, I'm pretty sure that I'll be able to casually change my last name to Fantana.

Somehow amongst all of this engaging activity, I found time to go get a job. (WTF?!, I know.)
I'll be working at the Empire State Building starting sometime within the the next week and a half or something. Awwwwkward.

So anyways, I'll still be playing songs at upcoming jams, don't worry. Only I'll probably have new sneakers on, so, yay.

painter in your pocket.

2006-09-11T22:41:00.000-07:00

Hooray! I'm back (if only briefly) with some new hot fire photos.

So, Young Christian came back to the city on a lark to get some work done. He got it done. But before he was completely finished, he wasted some time with the kid. We got faded, (for old time's sake) and other dumb things popped off like whoa.

Voila:

I could tell that it was going to be a good night. "Bark at the Moon" situations.

So, yeah, the tossled haired one was back. At least he was clean.

Oops, there goes the booze stink.

Ok, sorry Elena, Kristen Pam & Gaby. I was so thrashed that I didn't think to take any photos. My bad. I've been out of the game for a bit, you know. So for a quick recap: Elena's new place = fresh...Kristen, Pam & Gaby = epic, per usual. Drunk kids from Queens = hilarious. Egg whites, turkey, bacon & mayo on an onion bagel = so neccesary. Stolen apple pie = even better. In every way.

Anyway, we left (were tossed) from Elena's and walking to the train or whatever, when we see this huge lot of brick upon bricks upon bricks. We decide that it would be a grand idea to enter this odd looking situuation.

It started off simple enough, a nice place to smoke.

"That sure is a lot of bricks."

"Yeah, it is...lets go!"

"Hey, wait don'-"

"Please don'-"

5 minutes later.

"How the fuck did I end up over here?"

"I mean, I figured I treked it, but damn, that was far."

Diva situations.

The slight look of disgust on my face, provided by Christian's necklace thing.

And the fact that he had flippers on. Girly flippers, at that.

Because he had (girly) flippers on, one fell off and he stubbed his foot. I could say that he didn't deseve it, but then I'd be a liar.

And with is (girly) flips on, he wanted to carry this column back to Canadia. Sike!

Shit was dumb heavy.

Le agony ou defeat.

Stubbed foot, no souvenir, and new scars. Yay.

I only ended up with a few pebbles in my shoes. So once again, not to be a nusance or anything, but maybe shoes are better than flip flops, eh?

That one's to show his Livejournal friends that he's a xXcutterXx.

"Hey, now that I have seven new MySpace pictures for you, could you please jump in that pile o' garbage? It'll be an awesome shot."

"Ok."

"Shit! I didn't get the legs in-air."

"Eww, whats that?"

"Gross."

"Did you at least get my legs in the air?"

"..."

"No?"

"...uh, no."

"Fuck."

"Dude, your sleeve is black."

"Yeah, I know."

Long story short, we went back to Elena's and fed the guards some shit about how some guys tried to beat us up. I acted like I punched a bunch of them but was unable to save Christian from being shoved into the trash.

They let him clean up in their bathroom.

We were both as thirsty as fuck and broke, so we went all Telly and Capser up on this spot. Two free bottles later, it was time to catch some sleep.

Duder is back in Canadadadada. (Hopefully, not blurry.)

+p.s.

There are supposedly some type of jam situations on the way soon. So, ears up, doggy.

some incriminating photographs.

2006-09-09T20:13:00.000-07:00

Young Theezy does it again.

Sweater. of. cats. wearing. mouse pajamas.

Young Ted's sweater game > Now Ted's sweater game.

+p.s.

Photos of Christian covered in garbage juices. Soon.

ted the electric.

2006-09-08T10:29:00.000-07:00

Theodore Unit wins. Again. (He sent me this and asked me to post it, to paraphrase, he "needs the exposure.")

-Balloon sweater. Check.
-Mullet. Check.
-Bad teeth. Got 'em.
-Epic literary background situations. Yessir!

+p.s.
As groundbreaking as this post is, I have new shit. (Chyeah!)

pink turns to blue.

2006-08-31T12:20:00.000-07:00

Rain rain, gone away.

so many cakes.

2006-08-30T02:40:00.000-07:00

Not my birthday, but there was cake*. (Yeah--the candles...I know, I know.)

*Happy Birthday, Mom.

two hearts in 3/4 time.

2006-08-29T04:39:00.000-07:00

I have 153 songs with the word 'love' in the title.

adult education.

2006-08-28T03:38:00.000-07:00

Fuck rain. For real.

busy doing nothing.

2006-08-26T22:52:00.000-07:00

More of the same.

dry the rain.

2006-08-26T06:07:00.000-07:00

The past two and 1/2 days have been:

a.) Rainy as a motherfucker.
b.) Horrible for skating.
c.) A downer.

I tried to get a shot of lightning striking, but I was constantly 2 seconds late. Oh well.

kick her.

2006-08-21T16:10:00.000-07:00

Konichiwa, Molly.

typical girls.

2006-08-16T13:01:00.000-07:00

Heartthrob situations.

dogs they make up the dark.

2006-08-15T22:50:00.000-07:00

This is a picture that Theodore sent me a while ago. It is his dog in a Yoda costume (obvs.) Why am I posting this?

Because I don't feel like writing about places or memories or anything.

And come on, honestly. That shit looks awesome.

our summer of teenage lust.

2006-08-11T14:09:00.000-07:00

I skate this pretty much every night. Ted liked that the curb under overpass is lined with metal. It's really easy to grind. This is (literally) around the corner from that ex-squat place.

I used to sit on the benches where I took this photo from with a girl that I used to go out with a long time ago. Looking back now, (sorry for the lame phrasing/nostalgia) that was my favorite summer. Ever.

sheena was a parasite.

2006-08-11T14:01:00.000-07:00

This place used to be the creative kids/punk/metal squat situation in my neighborhood. It stopped being that about three years ago. I'm pretty sure hookers or junkies live there now. It's directly across the street from the elementary school/playground (that white wall all the way out of focus, under the street light.)

dark days, bright nights.

2006-08-10T08:34:00.000-07:00

Diner food. Yum.

the world is not a cold dead place.

2006-08-09T15:20:00.000-07:00

Just saying.

driving me backwards.

2006-08-05T10:57:00.000-07:00

In all honesty, I'd much rather had my last night look like this.

schlock and awe.

2006-08-03T20:01:00.000-07:00

This the best that John Tucker Must Die will ever look.

le le low.

2006-08-02T20:32:00.000-07:00

Where I live, the pump is open.

love vigilantes.

2006-07-28T03:58:00.000-07:00

A couple of these are from before I left. The rest...are not. Randoms!

A lot of love songs lately. Why?

53rd & 3rd (not a love song):

See, this one's ironic. Drug Free School Zone. Get it? They are selling...right underneath the...oh, you get it!

This one reminds me of that Pink Floyd album cover. (This one)

What I could spell with the fridge magnets at my aunt's crib. I wonder if it's still there.

I went to the Southstreet Seaport. It was sort of boring. Good people watching spot, though.

Oooh, good Long Island Ice Teas, too. Maybe, too good even. Faded photos 2x.

I was thrashed, but I swear I didn't do this.

Bro`ing out at the Park Slope situation.

Jake's like a little worker bee now. (Laaaame. Just kidding.)

Oh shit! Ian's back. He was all into Psyche. Not so much for everybody else.

Then it was suddenly the next sunny day and we were chillaxin' with David Johanssen from The MOTHERFUCKING New York Dolls. (cue exited/mindblown face) No big deal. He was just in the T-Mobile store or whatever. The fuck was he doing, copping a Sidekick 3?

Ok, then after that, my sister took me with her to this dinner that she was having with people from her job or whatever. It was pretty rad. All of the (delicious) food & drinks were free. So you know who got faded...

...not my sister, she was rocking the Sprite look the whole night. Laaaaaame.

Then the other day, (Thursday I believe) Errrrrrrrrwin & C. Banks came over for some chillaxage (new word alert!) before Banks skated (no pun intended) to Florida.

I guess skating is sort of like riding a bike. Errrrrs hadn't skated since, like the age of 10 or some shit, but when he saw mine, he was freaking it like nothing. Weird mojo, eh?

This is the one where I make it look like my room has a fly red light. Not the case, ladies. Sorry.

I don't have any photos of it, but we actually made some sizzurp. Like the Three 6 Mafia/Hoston kind. (Minus the cough medicine. Can't go wasting the house supply of Robotussin.) We used: Bacardi Razz, 99 Berries, Sprite and last but certainly not least, Cherry Jolly Ranchers.

I shit you not when I say that the final concoction was dope. So faded by 7:30. This one was taken at around 11 or so. At this point, we were all pretty much out for the count.

+p.s.

New (0ld) stuff should be up sooner than later. I hope.

away from the snakes.

2006-07-26T18:30:00.000-07:00

As most of you know, I was vacationing (is that a real word?) in Florida last month. Here are some pictures from that. Actually, these are all very photo-ey (really not a word. I know.)

We can vacation, you can be my parasol:

On the morning that I left, the moon was out. Strange.

American Airlines. Blows.

Oh, but not my seat. This is New York, btw. Probably somewhere like Bayone or Queens or something.

My attempt to copy those shots from that Nick Zinner book. Actually pretty succesful. I even like that fact that you can see the lens and my checkered shirt.

For the record, my sisters rule at having their pictures taken. They did this the whole trip.

I don't know, but even the clouds and shit in Florida seem a bit...I don't know, um...flamboyant?

I was jamming to this shit like veryday. At least twice. Lovely song.

I win.

Oh shit! DDR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Extereme!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At the alley.

At the neon golf course. For real, Florida is fucking bored.

I don't know (or care) about what anybody else says, this shit was the fucking movie of the year. Hands down!

I have lived in New York all of my life and never ice skated once. So what do I do? Go to where it's 100 degrees everyday and get my Brian Botano on. This was mad fun. Check me out at Roccerfeller (sic? probably) everyday starting in November.

We all went to Key West one weekend. It was not as shitty as the current seaon as the Real World: Key West, thank goodness. (One thing though, get over yourselves, Key West. Key Lime pie is only ok. Fuck. It's in like every store over there. They practically push it down your throat.)

This was at the Holiday Inn we were staying at. That cloud looked like the goddamned Reckoning. I was shook.

My father managed to get tipsy after two screwdrivers. I couldn't help but laugh at him all night.

Elvis documentary I got waaay in to.

They were waaaay into him. (Sidenote-I wonder what they look like now? Did they do this for The Beatles? The Stones perhaps? Hmmm?)

Then I miraculously ended up back in NY. Yaaaaaay!

+p.s.

I'll post something better soon. Random & arty, I think.

i want a boy for my birthday.

2006-07-05T18:11:00.000-07:00

Over the past 9 months or so, a lot of stuff has gone on. Parties, friendships, broken hearts, shows, drugs, drinks, sex, trash-talk, fashion, tattoos, etc, etc, etc. Anyhow, through all of this I've tried my best to sort of document our tiny tiny scene. Maybe it's not a scene. It could just be a slice of life that lasted about the same time as a normal birth cycle. This may or may not be a coincidence. Nine months in, and perhaps we did give birth some some new things. Some bad, some good, all of them though, distinctly ours.

Elena took photos during this time, too. Hers (at least in my humble opinion) seem to capture all of the types of things that I had hoped to. While I may not always be sure that I succeeded, I have a feeling that she has. People enjoying other people's company (and sometimes dancing to show appreciation.) She has been gracious enough to provide all of the comments and photos for this edition. If I have anything to say, [it will be in brackets and italics]

So, in advance: Thank You Elena.

Now, let's see if anybody cares. (I doubt it.)

All we ever wanted was everything:

(ed note: Once again, all comments were written by Elena. She dosen't like capitalization.)

1. the night of 510s's first ever marisauna. needless to say bob was more than excited.

2. it's fun when you take a five year old's gingerbread man and turn him into a drunk.

3. i don't even know why christian looks like this. [ed. note: I do. He's a dirty Canadian squatter, that's why.]

4. quote from this night by my friend nate: "i'm going to get NURSE tattooed on my chest and then bed matilda."

5. right before christian got the best haircut alcohol money can buy.

6. were they lost or just becoming women of the night? the night of the infamous loft party.

7. ted and asia: masters of crumping.

8. graham was excited about valentine's day.

9. ted just loves to dance.

10. this girl is a slut. the one on the left i mean. [ed. note: Duh.]

11. somehow andrew bailey is just at every party, lurking in the shadows.

12. asia was yelling at bob for some reason. what's new, right.

13. sometimes christian likes to hug people until they pass out. [ed. note: Yeah and apparently, whatever happens after that is "fair game." Uh, not cool broseph, not cool.]

14-15. .... and ted magically turned into graham. every girl's dream or every man's... well dream.

15.

16. a moment of deep thought.

17. there's the gingerbread man again suffocating bob.

18. hahahhaa. alcoholic.

19-20. add the first appearance of rod stewart's "young turks" and a case of rolling rock and you find out what ted is really all about.

20.

21. casey's birthday called for some unadulterated fun. or debbie does dallas.

22. and eating apparently.

23. we took this picture to piss off mel. sowee.

24. why does brian look so angry? [ed. note: Because Kristen didn't let us keep the box of cereal that we stole from across the hall. Something about morality and inherent good or some shit...whatever.]

25. and why does he look so sad? [ed. note: Because them shits was mad tasty!]

26. because christian was hogging all the honey bunches of oats. not cool. [ed. note: See?!?!]

27. now he just looks disgusted. [ed. note: I was over the Honey Bunches, I was probably in disgust over the state of Christian booze stink.]

28. and obviously can't even lay eyes on the greatness that is nicky shakes. [ed. note: I don't know about that one. Especially not with that jacket on.]

29. in 510s once again with the penis pillow.

30. there's that slut again.

31. ted having fun with jinglu's fucking scalping knife. a trip to the hospital later ensued.... no it didn't.

32. yeah they get around.

33. this was supposed to be the first arts and crafts night.

34. but it turned into ashley and christian's first porn movie. [ed. note: But not their last, by any means.]

35-36. at the watering hole the night ted brought back his canadian cavalry.

36.

37. no party in brooklyn would be complete without the h & o. [ed. note: Truer words: never spoken.]

38. jake probably mispronounced bethany's name about seven times.

39. and was then forced to apologize twenty-five.

40. aww. ted loves pictures.

41. brian loves taking those pictures.

42. aww. ted loves garrett. actually that's pretty hot.

43. josh and brian. always deep in thought.

44. uhh... ted. [ed. note: actually, probably my favorite, along with the one of Bailey & Agnes, of the bunch.]

45. i think one of the coolest pictures i've ever taken of brian. and believe me there aren't many. [ed. note: Fuck off.]

46. bob and asia so excited to be in times square.

47. arguing over whether or not to go to patricio and enrique's.

48. seeing as how that night turned into my former alcoholic father's rehabilitation diet of o'dhuls and weed, we just took pictures.

49. my last night in new york at the lower east side toy company. that's ted's dad, fred, on the right.

50. like his son, fred was also charmed by the wonderful ben lee.

51. celine is so gangster. [ed. note: Gangsta.]

52. jake is so unibomber.

53. i just look like a pediphile going after a little boy. [ed. note: What's new?]

54. in honor of kristen garris of course and our final days in 510 south. it will be missed.

And with that, it's (finally) finished. Nicely done Elena.

+p.s.
I think that I am going to scrounge up something soon. What will it consist of? I have no clue. More submissions are always welcome. The well's running dry!!

a glue too thick.

2006-06-15T23:40:00.000-07:00

Hi, everyone. I was away for a bit. Now I'm back (yaaaaaaaay!)
Before I left I said that I would have another post up, pre-departure. Well, sorry, there was no internet where I was staying.

So without further ado, Ben's going away jam.

Sabbath bloody sabbath:

Graham (officially X-ed, btw) lives in a bourgeois building on Wall St. (well-Beaver St., actually. Not kidding.) So of course that shit has a roof garden.

Asia got thrashed out of a mug. Mug-O-Whiskey, I believe.

You can't seee in this photo, but Alex was rocking the Elder Statesman glass (of whiskey.)

Mike was there! His fitted game was at an all time high.

The man of the (after) hour(s).

"Blah blah blah..." "Something something something..." "Kristen says hi..." drunk dial drunk dial drunk dial.

Dudeseph in the scarf sounded like Sick Boy off of Trainspotting.

Cleavage + whiskey mug = trouble, trouble. (Not really.)

"A boy in the bush is worth two in the hand."

Gansgsta Greazzzzzzzzy!!!!!

It had been raining all day and a little when Alex and i got there, but once we set the tiki lights up, the rain vectored off.

Foxy Celine and the Furious Five. That's what Celine and her girlfriends should go by professionally. By profession, I do mean Ladies of the Night. (Or, hookers, whatever.)

Jam sesh overload.

Then came the point where the (once soothing) Coronas & Heinekens turned me into a shocked-face photo hog. I X-ed myself when I saw them on my camera the next day.

Pensive much? (Well, yeah. He was going back to his hometown after being away for 9 years. I mean months, sorry. I almost thought this was Schindler's List or something.)

Underrated Anchorman quote to finish off a post #1: "...ha...ha...yeah. And the laughter ends."

+p.s.

I have a whole Elena post coming up. She took a lot of really good photos this past year, and (unlike everyone else) she sent me a bunch to showcase. That's the next post. Yiiiipppppppeeee!!!

that's why you'll always find me in the kitchen at parties.

2006-06-10T01:47:00.000-07:00

There was a mini jam at Adam's a long time ago. Here are the pictures. Lots of dancinginginging.

Seal's "Kis From A Rose" is still awesome. Random much?:

Happy Birthday Bob!!! (Sorry I missed the screening.)

It's like photographic maturbation/incest over here.

All of our souls are escaping our bodies, apparently.

Jesus fucking Christ this shit is starting to get all Flowers In the Attic up on here. Yet, much like Flowers In the Attic, I'm not sure if I should be repulsed or aroused.

Along with Ben's Hooters shirt, Adam's 'Party--On/Off' shirt is getting put in the running for bro clothing situation of the century.

Hey look, it's Celine again!

Me: I'm gonna take a picture of your cast Celine.

Celine: Sure.

[I set up the shot]

Ben: No mate, you need to take a shot of that [points the camera to Celine's bum]

Me: Wow Ben, classy. Real classy.

Ben: Do whatever the hell you want now.

Anonymous "pharmacist"

The following are all self explanatory, really. The only thing that you really need to know is, Le Tigre "I'm So Exited," Dolly Parton "Baby, I'm Burning," La Bouche "Be My Lover," Le Tigre "Deceptacon," New Order "Age Of Consent," Joy Division "Love Will Tear Us Apart," Shakira "Hips Don't Lie," David Bowie "Let's Dance," TLC "No Scrubs," The White Stripes "Blue Orchid," The Hives "A Little More You, A Little Less Me" and Christina Aguilera vs. The Strokes.

Melinda going, "Brian change the song, now!" After 50 seconds of every fucking song.

Due to Melinda's ADD, we burned through all of the aforementioned songs in about 20 minutes. Too much, too soon, too fast, to bed.

+p.s.

On June 17th, I'll be leaving New York for a two-week Florida vacation. I have to get all of these photos up by then, so check back soon.

walk home, come down, retreat to sleep!

2006-06-03T12:28:00.000-07:00

Party central is back is business. Yaaaaaaaaaaaay! By now these are quite old, but whatevs.
This was allll the way back on May 18th at Pat & Adam's old place. They no longer live there. Now it's Adam & Bob's & Jake's place, and it's down the block and around the corner.

Ringleader of the tormentors:

People danced.

Garett wasn't down with the music selection. Switch!

OK, I'm going to be a millionaire off of this shit. It's a new photgraphic series that I'm putting together, it's called lighT| darK. Two photos, one with flash one without, same pose & postiotion each time. Goldie! (this specific one is caled: boB | lighT | darK |smokE | chokE | ? |)

Jams followed.

Action shots. (True story: this was the reaction to Garett putting on DMX's "My Niggaz." I shit you not. It was on Graham's iPod.)

Yes, "My Niggaz" is still on.

Melinda decided that she had to join in on the fun.

Oh shit...

Our gracious host, Jakers!

It was Steel Magnolias in that part of the room.

Mad Max had to go back to the Thunderdome (a.k.a. Connecticut.)

I got this one right before Ben let them shots go 'rrrrrring!'

+p.s.

More photos up soon. Very soon.

there is a light that never goes out.

2006-05-25T01:36:00.000-07:00

Signaling the end of an era, Ted and Carmen left last week. Back to Canadia, a fabled land full of dirt cheap thrift stores, Stevie Nash, and more good bands than New York, London and Seattle in '92 combined. Farewell, you lovely people.

So come back, I'm waiting:

Ted shredded a bit. But dinner at my house + skating = cramps. Not a good look.

Baryshnikov tactics.

"Ted do it again, but slower. And make the landing this time too, instead of falling so hard."

We then headed over to Sean's, but the L was all fucked up (what's new?) so we decided to indulge in some stray PBR's that Ted had sitting around. (Ed. note-That's why Theodore is so bro, who just has a stray pack of Pabst just sitting in the fridge like that? In addition, the flash didn't do that, hes just that pale.)

Guess who did that? (Note how it actually looks like it says "eelibration")

The moon was the color of pumpkin guts, so we just fanned out on it with the help of our camera's and their seemingly infinite amout of color/white balance/shutter speed settings.

What I reckon is that the building does a new letter every night. Next night 'G.' Or perhaps they go shuffle like iTunes, maybe next up was 'Z,' fuck if I know.

Carmen's camera was fucking weird, it made the city look like a vortex hit it. Like red-eye for the skyline.

Ted was trying to see if his could do the same. (Nope.)

Flash off.

Flash on.

And then, much like the graffiti on Ted's roof, the celebration was short. Tears followed.

+p.s.

More from parties from days past and present, once I recover from my lack of Canadian bros.

boy racer.

2006-05-22T19:59:00.000-07:00

New stuff! While I may not be a true skate photographer (a la O'Dell) I thought that I ought to get some pictures in before Theodore left. I did, now they are here. Enjoy. Or don't, I mean, whatevs.

He was a sk8er boi/I said see you later boi:

When we stared it was still a bit light out.

It got darker periodically. (Within a period of about five minutes or so actually.)

Ooooh, nice. But in all honesty, he probably didn't nail the landing. Ted was a bit "rusty." (Ed. note-I'm not being a hater, Ted' the one who said he was rusty, i.e. the quotation marks.)

"Uh, it gets hot when you skate. Let me take my jacket off." For optimal humor, this should be said in a Napolean Dynamite with a Canadian accent type manner. (Don't forget the hoser "eh?" at the end. So essential.)

That seal sculpture/water pump in the back was amazed...at Ted's ability to bust his ass. Zing!

FYI, he probably fell on this one too. The videos are dark, sorry about that. I should have brought a Mag-Lite or someting, maybe next time. Oh yeah, and maybe next time I shouldn't sound like a such an exited little fan boy when some one makes a trick too.

Hopefully you are using Mozilla Firefox when you look at this site. Because then you can see this (and all of the other) picture(s) in it's/their original size(s) and observe Ted rocking fucking the eye of the tiger!

Manual!

There are two types of Ted falls:
a.) A thunderous thud onto the ground. Usually causes a loud groan and "aww, shit."
b.) Ballerina status. (Pictured below.)

El Theodore almost decapitated two little Mexican children like, the third time he did this. The funny thing is, the moms were all "Don't worry about it, keep the sesh going." Awesomeness ensued. Canadians just bring out good vibes like that.

Because Young Edward was not able to complete the ollie/manual/ollie triplicate, we headed to where the arrow in the back pointed.

Across the way from Bronx High School of Science.

This shit was like, half a centimiligram wider than the width of the wheels. It looked scary.

There were a few of these. (No big thuds, thank goodness.)

Yaaaaaaay! It looks almost like Ted is just posing and not moving here. He is (moving, that is, not posing.)

+p.s.

More phots from the sesh lite that went down on Ted's last night here. Additionally, us fanning out on the moon the same night.

another one goes by.

2006-05-20T22:00:00.000-07:00

Hello young lovers. Here are new pictures from the past few weeks. There are a few more updatdes that should be up soon.

These are froom a (very) small jam at Sean's new place, and some shots from a visit with my dad.

New ways of living:

This is Jake's new room (he'll be residing at the Pat/Adam residence for the remainder of the month) He' been fanning out on his new Mac lately. Understandable.

The bar across the street from Sean's place is pretty rad.

Pearls!

Apparently there was some type of smoke thing going around, and it seems to have had some type of effect on Jakers.

Shades! (Asia's accsessory game was in top from.)

We went to the Empire State building with my dad when he visited. It was a gloomy day. (Not because he was here or anything, it literally was a really gloomy, rainy day. Besides I wouldn't air out my father issues here anyways, jeez.)

Death from above.

My dad's (new) wife 's cousin works in the Empire State building, so we got to see the boiler room or where Jimmy Hoffa is buried or some shit. This chart thing was rad though.

I got home and called around to see what was going on. With no leads, I decided to get a late night skate sesh going. Twelve hours and a long hospital visit later...(fractured forearm, two weeks in a backsplit cast)

+p.s.

Ted has left us. But before his departure, we seshed. So expect skate pictures and even some (dark, yet viewable) video.

end of the road.

2006-05-11T04:30:00.000-07:00

Did you know that Morrissey has refused to tour Canada because the hunting of baby seals is allowed to take place?

He even said, "If you can, please boycott Canadian goods. It WILL make a difference. As things stand, Canada has placed itself alongside China as the cruelest and most self-serving nation."

Damn. Sucks for our friend Christian, who just got back to Cananda. No Moz for him. Sowee.

Pictures from the past few days.

I ain't saying my goodbyes:

Note to Christian: stop wearing shorts. Forevs.

Note to Ian: skateboards are (have, will and forever will be) 400,000,000x better than longboards.

Cristina, Christian and I went up on the NYFA roof after the screening the other night. This was the main sight. Everything was all glowy red below it.

We had to go up this scary high ladder to get there.

This guy was snoring so fucking loud. Christian and Cristina found a Village Voice and just started to cover duder up.

I missed out on Sara's going away party because I had been driving around with my bro Erwin. So, goodbye Sara. (Sorry I couldn't sit in the corner and take pictures.)

Friday was Christian's going away party. We were playing truth or dare and the man of the hour had to go outside (on Christopher and Gay St. no less) with his pants on his neck in a scarf-like manner...

...and sing "lets hear it for Hollywood, ba ba ba bam bamp!" With jazz hands

...and an added "Rrrrrrraaaarrrr," in a tiger-like fashion.

I wasn't the only one subjected to this. Innocent bystanders were also hurt. (Audio/visually at least.)

Now, back to partying.

I forget what it is Pamasaurus was tring to catch in her mouth. Maybe a french fry or some shit.

More Canadian bros!

They were shocked because I said something (probably "rude") about Alex's mom.

Before the tards (the aforementioned "schocked" couple) threw a tv out of the window, Christian took this picture from underneath Bob's couch.

Goodbye Christian. We all hope to be seeing you again. Sooner than later hopefully.

+p.s.

Elena's now gone too. (So, RIP Thursday night NYU jams.) So hit me or Jakers up for some/any type of jam situations that might be happening. Please. I'm bored already.

stay out.

2006-05-08T12:14:00.000-07:00

Also, the other night, Christian decided to officially X himself by appearing in another, slightly more prominent site. Not cool.

+p.s.

Sorry, I just got the thing to make screen caps and now I'm going nuts.
Real post coming soon.

there is only so much room at the top.

2006-05-08T10:58:00.000-07:00

Oh shit.

spending warm summer days indoors.

2006-05-07T08:51:00.000-07:00

Last week's dance extravaganza. There are a lot of pictures. There was a lot of fun so, it sort of equals out.

++With some more photgraphic contributions from Elena. Gracias, E-lame-ah.
Ted and Carmen took some of these too. Which? I have no idea. Too faded to remember.

A rush and a push and the land is ours:

Things started out innocently enough.

Alex was sort of formal when he arrived. Until he saw the bandanna and went all Rambo.

The bros and the brews.

Elena got a Polaroid camera and now she thinks that she's Terry Richardson. Not!

Graham, doing his best "Blue Steel."

Ted: "See that I'm rocking the Miller High Life"

Me: [snap photo, look at it] "Hey Ted, can we do that again? You aren't really making a true High Life worthy face."

Ted: "Really? Damn, let's try again, I'll do better."

Me: "Got it!"

Ben: "You fools."

Alex is thinking about following The Dead around the counrty this summer. Again.

Just in case you didn't know, Carmen's skirt: mad fluffy.

And in case you didn't know, Elena's hair: mad fluffy.

MAD. FLUFFY.

Lots of hair swinging action in this one. You would almost think that we were playing some Norwegian death metal or some shit.

But Grahamgrahamgraham just danced it all like it was Neil Diamond or Donovan or something. Fucking mod.

Bob was waaay into it. Eyes closed and everything. The kid was focused.

It must have been Sparks Black influenced.

Ted was not rocking any Sparks Black, so what in the fuck was his excuse?

Then came time for our version of the Soul Train line. Contrast and compare here.

Carmen did her version of krumping.

I did a little bounce, head wop (pause) combo.

Ted did some Kool Mo Dee looking 80's shit that I can't really describe. It was fairly dope though.

Elena did this fly deer in the headlights thing. Fresh indeed.

[Ed-note: But nobody got any photos of Ted and I doing the fucking Kid N Play dance! There were like, 18,000 camera's at the spot, and nobody caught that?!?! Dissapointment dance for you all.]

Shoes = worthless, apparently.

Poor Oliver.

Jesus Christ. Look at Graham. All of East London should be pissed right now.

Calgary, likewise.

I don't know, one minute, Asia was doing just fine, dancing and all...

...and then all of a sudden, by the next song, she's on the floor almost passed out.

Umm...yeah. I like Rolling Rock. So what? Fuck man, leave me be.

Ben did The Office dance again. No biggie. (He's decided that it's retired for a bit now. Understandably.)

Jeez Kristen, you had a camera, why didn't you get me and Ted doing the Kid N Play dance?
(OK, sorry about that. It's just that, you know, that shit was sort of goldie.)

Synchronized dancing?!?! Oh wow, the kids really were on their respective focus levels.

Bob was telling us about how he had to kidnap Melinda from the hospital. No big deal, he just went up and took her out.

This was the last picture of the night. By then, as you can tell, everybody was doing their own thing.

+p.s.

More soon. From the last days of our dearly departed (to Canadia, at least) friend/foe Christian.

still ill.

2006-05-05T12:30:00.000-07:00

Sequels that don't suck are often very rare. So don't expect this to not suck, just saying.
Ted's place was the next destination of the night (that would be last Thursday for all of you ADD cases out there.)

It just wasn't like the old days anymore:

Starting off with a blurry picture is always a good sign.

Christian was so thrashed that he was just following the spinning light cord around with his face. Wastoid.

But the clear winner of Wastoid of the night was Errrrlena. Nice job, champ.

Her and Garett wrasled at one point. On top of me. Not cool.

Ollie, yawning.
OK, this shit was gold. (Actually, it might have shit, but I was gone, so it was at least funny at the time) Garett and Graham were using Celine's baby cruthces as phones. (Sort of making fun of Ollie's space age phone. It looked like some shit from those SNL skits at Jefferey's. You know, the ones where Will Ferrell would come out in a mobile scooter with white hair and have a tiny phone.)

Alex is apparently from the west coast of Peurto Rico.

Kristin is apparently sort of wary of this.

Josh is indifferent, yet pensive.

Celine needed something to prop her hurt foot up on. She though that Christian was a pile of dirty clothes.

You can't really tell from this picture, but Carmen's jacket was all sparkly. Sparkle Motion!!!

Ben did the dance from The Office (UK version. Holla!)

Then we hopped over to Grahamgrahamgraham's place on Wall Street. A few months in the US and the kid's fucking Gordon Gekko. (More like GEEKo. Zing!)

Hours upon hours later Garett and I went to the diner in Brooklyn. We talked about Black Sabbath and Zepplin vs. The Who (The Who win, obvs.) and Batman Begins. And how the card at the the end with the Joker symbol had quickly become the #1 film moment ever. No joke. (No pun intended.)

I took this picture.

+p.s.

Almost caught up. The formal at Ted's will be next. Yipeeeee!

bizzare love triangle.

2006-05-04T04:49:00.000-07:00

Part 1 of 2.

Last Thursday. NYU. Later, Ted's place. Waaaay later on, Grahamgrahamgraham's crib. Jams, drinks, crutches, thrashed young ladies, more drinks and epic discussions about music, London, girls (of the non-thrashed variety,) actors, and Batman Begins. (Garett, yo!)

++With special contributions by the aforementioned thrashed young lady, Elena. Thanks uh lay nuh!

Black is the color of my true lover's hair:

Nobody Ian Curtis'd themselves, the hanging legs belong to Sarah. She was fixing the lights.

"Hey Brian, come take a really god picture of us together, you don't have any."

Oh Bob, if you only knew.

Uh lay nuh getting mangled, per usual. (And yes-I am goiung to keep spelling it phonetically.)

Sarah was apparentlly shocked because of something that Bob said. (I think it was something about Jinglu. He was pretty thrashed, so whatevs.)

He didn't care, obvs.

Because of some odd sits vectoring around, i just kept throwing em back.

Brosest. drink. ever.

Broest. shirt. ever.

Asia was being all emo about some shit. Again.

This shit was tighter than ... it was tight.

"Love in an elevator...

...living it up while I'm going down."

+p.s.

Part 2 (a.k.a. Ted's place) coming in, like 20 minutes probably.

brothers, sisters, we don't need this fascist groove thing.

2006-05-01T20:48:00.000-07:00

Damn, I really ought to be caught up with these. Anywho, these are from last Tuesday at Jose's. It was his going away party. BTW, trash cans full of spiked punch are so hot right now.

We'll call them Thrashed Cans from now on.

Fuck that straight-edge shit.

Linguists be damned!:

I'm pretty sure Elena was high-fiving God. If not, she was giving him a handjob. Again. Zing!

True story: Max's face in this photo (a mix of pro model and pro wrestler) is a really awesome look right now. The allergy hives around my eyes, not so much.

That blue ring thing around Ashley's camera lens is real extra.

Big ups to Lena's delish Jello shots. Which were not shots at all, but instead served to you on a spoon striaght from the bowl. Complete with the train/car/airplane (a personal favorite) effects and everything.
What's a pirate movie rated? [AAAAARRRRRR!!!]

OK, there's a really great album out by this band Love Is All, and it's called Nine Times That Same Song. It's named that because all of the songs are about love. The following set of pictures are called Four Times That Same Ted and Asia. They're all about shaking your ass, Krumping and having your mouth open in every picture. Always.

Mouth. always. open.

I'm totally not embarassed about this shit, Max shook it like a pro. As usual.
EXCLUSIVE!!!: Not singing!

Lena's mom makes a wicked Jack & Coke.

At this point it was time for me to get to a bed. With the quickness.

++Ted took some of these pictures. Which ones? I have no clue, I was already thrashed. Christian took the one of Max & the girl. Thanks a lot, Christian. Thanks a lot. SIKE!

+p.s.

More soon from parties. Unspecific much? Yes.

chulo? yeah, chulo. (pause) wow.

2006-04-30T14:18:00.000-07:00

This one is a two day type jam. First up, us at Jose's place just fucking around. Bubbles, tattoos in spanish, et. al.
Then, last Friday. Actors graduation, party at Erika's. Fun on the dancefloor. Yay (!)

Bood on the dancefloor:

It's so small that my camera could hardly pick up the text. It says 'Chulo.' Literal Spanish Translation: pimp. Puerto Rican Slang Definition: sweetheart, cutie.

Peep the Urban Dictionary definitions though, i'm sure that you'll find one to your liking.

Chulo.

Ted and I got carried away with is new ice cream bubbles.

Max getting thrashed at the graduation.

They didn't need cheap wine (already stoned.)

Ben wasn't stoned or drunk though, he's a true gent.

This was the best summation (is that even a word?) of Jake's feeling the entire evening.

As is the case most of the time, Bob and Melinda were already thrashed.

When Alex, Ted and I finally got to Erika's house hours later, Ben was chopping it up with some crazy-like bros. He was properly mashed by the time we got there. But there was no drinkage left for us. Thumbs way down, Julius Ceasar like.

Most of the bros were already there. Chatting.

There was dancing too.

Honestly, after all the dancing and shit, all I can really really remember is at one point seeing this, real close. (Taking picture, by the way, has gotten to a ridiculous thing. If I am super thrashed and can still pull out the camera and take snap away...shit's out of hand almost.)

Post later'd all I can remember is us (consisting of Ben, Garett, Graham, Ian and myself) jumping in a cab and heading to the Brooklyn diner. That, and making fun of Grahamgrahamgraham through the partician

Garett was not pleased with the amount of orange juice provided. My pineapple juice on the other hand, full to the brim, in a bigger glass. Wow.

+p.s.

Up next: pictures from Jose's going away jam. Oh yeah.

it takes strength to be gentle and kind.

2006-04-27T14:16:00.000-07:00

So the last week, there was a two day waster. It was at Jose's (a.k.a. Melinda's.)
We started off tanning on the roof. Then the vodka and mixers came into the equation. Yipppee!

I got it all: crack, coke, sizzurp, Robitussin:

+p.s.

More up soon. Parties: tonight, tomorrow and the day after. See you all there.

thunder road.

2006-04-25T12:17:00.000-07:00

We were in Jersey last weekend.

Why the fuck would we be there?
Well, we were shooting Ben's film.
There were geese and Muslims and Dunkin' Donuts. That's about it.

Here we go:

Ben was rolling Woody Allen steez, actor + director.

"Hey Bob, let's do 'Fair is fair!'"

"No! Bob! Do it again, but better!"

"My God, I'm so bored what can I do?"

"How about you climb up that thing?"

"OK."

"Hey look guys I can climb things too!"

[Ed. note-We had to help her get down because she was stuck on the rung for like two minutes.]

Bob was not impressed, obvs.

Instead, Bob decided to show Asia what true entertainment was. Hence, Twirl Time!

Truly dazzling.

The geese were in awe.

Finishing off with lovely scenic shots, instead of 'penis.'

+p.s.

More stuff up soon. Including: the two day waster and the graduation + party from Friday.

back like cooked crack vol. 3: fiend out.

2006-04-24T17:42:00.000-07:00

Wowzers! Long time no see.

Since the last post, Bob shot his movie, Ted got a ridics tattoo, and I've gotten thrashed. A lot.
Oh, Jake & the other actors graduated, too. Congrats.

So here goes the first in a semi-long line of new posts with pictures and shit.

Life is so brief, and time is a thief, when you're undecided:

I. Bob's film shoot.

(There should be way more photos from this, but I was too busy trying to learn my lines and not laugh at Ted's absurd improvs.)

II. Random night at Jose's.

(Pretty much just everyone finding out how they would look with my nerdy glasses.)

+p.s.

There's a lot more shit to post. Not as lame as this stuff. At least I don't think it is. Maybe it is, but whatevs.

gonna bomb every motherfucking thing in sight.

2006-04-10T22:09:00.000-07:00

We were extras in a film the other day. It was more exiting than watching grass grow. Just barely.

Bro from Office Space was there, as well as duder from the first season of Punk'd. They were both really nice and the scene that we/they were in was pretty funny so, there. Time well spent. I want my SAG card now.

I want to go down in celluloid history:

+p.s.

Speaking of celluloid history, we're shooting my film next week. Anybody who wants to be in it or help out or whatevs, just tell me. Any help is useful.

soon you will be leaving your man.

2006-04-08T03:14:00.000-07:00

You all know how much I love this song.

(Both of these shits are hype. But If you want real dancing, 80's, pink hair flyness, wait until the guitar solo on the live version. Oh boy!)

+p.s.

Pictures from the shoot up next. By next I mean, like, when I feel like doing it.

we are 138.

2006-04-05T06:34:00.000-07:00

People drank on Saturday night.

I'm not going to go crazy with the comments and shit.

But I do want to say this, Pam (and anybody else who wasn't there, really) missed out on the quote of the night. The lame ass jock/yuppie type dude at Japas yelling out "FUCK! I love The Sound Of Music!!" when Ted got up to sing "My Favorite Things." That shit was goldie.

Now it's time to fuse Rogers & Hammerstein and The Misfits.

ONE. Teenagers From Mars (No Idea):

TWO. Hybrid Moments (Japas):

Three. Last Caress (drunken street/pizza place photos):

+p.s.

We were extras in a film late-night style on Monday. Pictures from that, next.

if you have a shorty that you don’t show love ... oh yes son, i'm talking to you.

2006-04-02T13:38:00.000-07:00

There was a jam this Friday. Why?

Why not?

Ted's sister is in town from Canadia and we set out to show her a good time. In Ted's apartment.

For future reference, The Backstreet Boys "I Want It That Way" + TLC's "No Scrubs" = best. shit. ever. Word up.

+ Because people want them, some of these photos are credited to (in alphabetical order): Asia, Christian, Elena and anybody else who picked up my camera without my knowledge.+

'Cause IIIIIIIIII waaaaaaant it thaaaaaaaat waaaaaaay:

Kristin fucks with both Ring Pops and Rolling Rock. Gangsta!

Asia just fucks with the Gas Face.

"Nah Pam, I don't know why its so heady."

Kate: "Yeah this is cool, beer, music, I like this."

Ted: "ajhaglkfajkfdyatfkh;ayaDANCING IS AWESOME!!!SPAZ OUT!!!YEAHHHHAAAJAJAHAHAHAH"

cough*lush*cough

cough*hypopcrite*cough

The Giggle Corner.

Ben and I were trying to re-create this (well, at least I was):

...but we both are dark-haired, so shit was not balanced properly.

Elena had make-up on, so I guess we though it would work better. Sike!

Then the fucking gigantic stuffed bear came out and...oh shit!

Not to be outdone, Ben did his (scarily accurate) dance from that last episode of The Office (the British one, of course.) To "Disco Inferno" and everything! Just like David Brent.

I've figured out why Pam is so rad. She kisses people and steals their best qualities. So far I figure she's kissed Morrissey, Danzig and TS Eliot.

That's the only reason why I look so pained. She probably has my extensive knowledge of The Smiths, the New York Yankees, PT Anderson and all the S.E. Hinton books now. She's the Hamburglar of intelect. But, whatevs.

Monet: "Ha, that picture is hilarious"

Brian: "Really?"

M:"Yeah, you should totally photoshop a huge cock into Kristin's mouth or something"

[long pause and stare]

B: "Not cool, Monet. Not cool."

M: "No?"

B: "No."

[then I walk away, while shaking my head in dissapointment]

Asia and Bob Krump like pros ... SIKE!

Yeah Asia, we all know. Women have breasts. (Will someone be an angel and grab her a copy of Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret the next time you're by Barnes & Noble. Thanks.)

Oh snap! I didn't know Lisa Lisa was at the party! Where the fuck was Cult Jam?

+p.s.

Excuse the odd syntax errors.

There are some good pictures from Saturday. They'll be up soon enough. Like yr. dad's blood pressure.

wonderful people.

2006-03-27T13:35:00.000-08:00

The other night at NYU was pretty much a waster. Not for me, but everybody else seemed to be pretty intoxicated. Socio-photojournalistic evidence lies beneath. (Like M. Pfeiffer, yo!)

Bullets in the breast pocket:

I. Pictures of Pam sulking, Sarah wasted, Kelly and Brenda pensive-like, Brian and Casey in 3-D (minus the red & blue glasses), dope asians... and a dirty white shoe.

II. Mario jamming to the songs in his head (those headphones are connected to nothing), people sitting, laughing and covertly getting thrashed (Bob and Asia) and photos of Elena pushing her face into anybody who would allow her to. Mario, done jamming, drawing on my cd player. Kristin and Pam were overwhelmingly amazed by this, rightfully so.

III. The facade drops. Everybody realizes how trashed Bob and Asia (well, mostly just Asia) are. Drunken hilarity ensues. Mario keeps drawing, Casey keeps...doing whatever it is that Casey does (being awesome!?!?), Kelly stays lying down, Andrew steps in for like a fucking half second, Kristin is down for Steve Jobs. For life. Elena keeps eating, as usual.

IV. An interlude of lights. Then Pam and I head to Mickey D's for a healthy, hearty breakfast. Bacon, egg and cheese McBagels, holla!

V. The End.

+p.s.

Shouts to Casey for wearing that Q And Not U shirt, "Wonderful People" is one of thier songs. Well. was one of their songs. They broke up. Bummers.

Umm, that's it for now actually.

don't stop 'til you get enough.

2006-03-23T12:26:00.000-08:00

Michael Jackson has been following me for about nine days now. And I like it.

[1st Verse]
Lovely Is The Feelin' Now Fever, Temperatures Risin' Now Power (Ah Power) Is The Force The Vow That Makes It Happen It Asks No Questions Why (Ooh)So Get Closer (Closer Now) To My Body Now Just Love Me 'Til You Don't Know How (Ooh)

[Chorus]
Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough

[2nd Verse]
Touch Me And I Feel On Fire Ain't Nothin' Like A Love Desire (Ooh)I'm Melting (I'm Melting) Like Hot Candle Wax Sensation (Ah Sensation) Lovely Where We're At (Ooh) So Let Love Take Us Through The Hours I Won't Be Complanin' 'Cause This Is Love Power (Ooh)

[Chorus]
Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough(Ooh)

[3rd Verse]
Heartbreak Enemy Despise Eternal (Ah Eternal) Love Shines In My Eyes (Ooh) So Let Love Take Us Through The Hours I Won't Be Complanin' (No No)'Cause Your Love Is Alright, Alright

[Chorus]
Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough

[Refrain]
Lovely Is The Feeling Now I Won't Be Complanin' (Ooh Ooh) The Force Is Love Power

[Chorus]
Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough Keep On With The Force Don't Stop Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough

[Ad-Lib To Fade]

Ok, enough of that fly shit. On to pictures of young people with nothing but time and a mutual love of alcoholic beverages.

Monday night @ Galaxy/ NYU.

Shamon!:

+p.s.

Half way working on a set, so that's it for a while (maybe next week). I think.

we can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry and talk about precious things.

2006-03-21T13:14:00.000-08:00

I can only guess that breaking this up into chapters will it a bit more coherent.
These are from the past two weeks, random. I really didn't take the right pictures. At least, I think so.

More pictures about buildings and food:

1. I Don't Know The Half Of How To Have a Hope of Holding Back.

2. Date With the Night.

[The next three chapters are all one night. St. Patrick's Day waster.]

3. "...you know what great philosopher (does finger gesture for quotes) said that? Dolly Parton."

4. Night Moves. 5. Crooklyn Dodgers.

6. Everyday Is A Child With Teeth.

+p.s.

There are more newish pictures to be put up soon. Does that mean that I'll do so quickly? Yeah, probably.

we've got nothing left to do with no t.v. and just a couple of brews.

2006-03-17T13:05:00.000-08:00

from:

The Corporation

Taxicab Confessions: New York, New York Pt. 2

Donnie Darko

Bully

Beyonce ft. Slim Thug & Bun B "Check On It" video

Kurosawa: The Last Emperor

i know my english ain't as modest as you like.

2006-03-17T08:04:00.000-08:00

seen in front of Webster Hall one night.

...and i was a boy from school.

2006-03-16T14:47:00.000-08:00

from a doucmentary about akira kurosawa.

+p.s.

Madly random pictures coming soon, I believe.

you’re not the kind that needs to tell me about the birds and the bees.

2006-03-14T07:08:00.000-08:00

Hello lovers and friends. Thanks for all the feedback on the last post. (Right you are Casey, you aren't lame, just disapear'd. Come back to us!)

Anyway, there was a going away/almost arts & crafts jam on Thursday. Who was going away you might ask? Well-the supremely lovely, kind and generous siutemates of one 510 South. (3rd North, yo!)

Here is the socio-photojournalistic evidence. (My new title btw, socio-photojournalist/editor. Holla.)

Amy Grant is X-ed:

"..and this is Brian"

"Hello."

"Hi"

"What's he doing?"

"Oh that? ...he takes pictures"

"Oh..."

*akward silence*

+p.s.

Happy Birthday, Elena. Yaaaaaaaay!

i'm looking for a face to attack.

2006-03-13T04:44:00.000-08:00

I forgot that I never did put up the pictures of the night before the birthday jam. You know, the first post ever on here.

That night was fun, Ted + Garrett broke up though. Ah, the art world will never be the same.

Hot Chip broke my kneecap during "Down With Prince":

Ted + Garrett went through thier Christmas time/emo photo phase. If they had to spell it it would probably go something like x Christmas-is-lonely x

No matter what he says, Bob is a drunk.

Contrary to popular belief, they are most certainly not a happy family.

Blogger & Youtube teamed up to be one, united unshakeable asshole. So, instead of embedded video, you get a link. Sorry.

linklinklinktovideooffagginesslinklinklinklink.

Elena found it all a bore. She's always emo.

Oh shit! You know who look like each other?

In the name of Terrrrrrrrrraaaan, nigga!

OK, not that Casey is hyper or anything, but...what the fuck is everybody in tableu, Stella style?

The night would not be complete, of course, without Jinlu fucking making everybody uncomfortable. As only she knows how to. Darts! (I fucking heart this picture though.)

Off to DI to recover (a.k.a. get away from the Red & Black eXpress.)

+p.s.

The Thursday jam should be up by Wednesday. Maybe.

everyone says i'm paranoid.

2006-03-09T00:54:00.000-08:00

A new post full of old things, lovely things. First off, a song. This post's titular song.

Apartment-Everyone Says I'm Paranoid.

I'm thinking about putting up every song I quote from in these posts. Let me know if yr. down. Feed-back is needed. (Also, any requests will be met. If you like something you hear me play or want to hear something that I've been raving about, let me know, I'll throw it up like chips in Vegas.)

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Anyways, I am bored and there won't be new pictures to put up until at least Friday.

So...I have decided to compile a list of everyone who (possibly) checks this site. A gift to you all.

Rule(s):

1. Only 1-2 picture(s) of each person (some people have a lot of cool pictures, some only have one. If you think that this is unfair/not cool, stop being such a pain in the ass when I'm trying to take a picture of you.)

2. All comments to be taken with a grain of salt. (Unless I say something nice. Those things I say sincerely.)

3. Alphabetical order. To keep things fair.

Now, out of the races and onto the tracks:

Ashley

Lucille Ball was not a natural red head. I'm not entirely sure that Ashley is either, but you know what? I'm more down with Ashley. [Even though Ashley is not fukcing with The Luci-Desi Comedy Hour or Heres Lucy. Those two were too dope.]

I'm very un-worthy of photographing Ashley. I'll get better. I promise.

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Asia.

Sometimes Asia looks like Kanye West in The College Dropout era meets Linda Blair in The Exorcist...

...and sometimes, I'll be naming photos and my mom will walk by and look at them and say "Who is that? She's so pretty." I guess Asia's versatile like that.

Ben

Ben is British. Ben loves James Bond. Ben is on an eternal search for cornbread. Ben misses Graham (see below.) Ben is awesome. That's all I really know. You should quiver in his presence.

Bob

Bob is a strange one. OK, you know what, he's not. Bob likes (loves?) to drink.

I wish there was more to say, but really, he's just a big fucking drunk.

Casey

Casey is now emo. But before she was, she was a tinyfoxyspeedball. But she's gone now, so enjoy this photo-journalistic evidence of her once non-lame existence.

Celine

Celine is striaght up foxy. There is nothing she can do to help it. She was born that way. I will one day buy her parents an Asians Do It Better shirt. [Ed. note-I won't ruin this compostiton by bringing up her severe drinking problem though. The red cup says enough.]

Cristian.

Christian...is a...lothario/broseph/cassanova/slut/Canadian/playboy/good kisser (I heard that third hand)/smelly/whore/loverboy/poet/diva/Jinlu's crush?/a good picture always waiting to happen/philospher/hobo/sore loser at knuckles/wino/drunk Guido/drunken social butterfly. And most importantly a non-waster of moments. Mad in-jokes on that one, but whatever, he appreciates.

Elena

Huh? Who the fuck is Elena? And why is she on my computer so damn much? And what the fuck is up with the peace signs? Fucking hippy scum. Whatever.

Sometimes (like, whenever she gets the chance apparently) this Elena chick comes over to eat at my house. When I talk to my mother after these secret dinner meetings, sometimes she'll say "When are you going to find a nice girlfriend, someone who looks like Elena?" I just look at her and say "WHO THE FUCK IS ELENA AND HOW & WHY DOES EVERYBODY KNOW HER?!?!?!?!?!"

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Garrett + Grahamgrahamgraham

They roll together a lot. They're hot. They dance. Enough said already, I know you just want to look anyways.

Ians

There were two of these fucking guys. Can you believe it? Whatever. I have like 800,000,000,000 pictures of Drunk Ian. Spider-Man Ian is getting up there too. Ians like to be photographed. Word.

Jake

Jake is the reason why I will steal a phrase that I saw on another site.

Bromance.

Jenna

Jenna needs to worry less.

Kristin

I been all around this great big world

And I seen all kinds of girls

Yeah, but I couldn't wait to get back in the states

Back to the cutest girls in the world

I wish they all could be California I wish they all could be California I wish they all could be California girls...

[Ed. note-I believe that Kristin is a fugitive. Therefore, se never wants her picture taken. So instead or her lovely smile, I offer her shoe with a heart stuck to it. I do believe it's been on this site before, but it is one of my favorite photos that I've taken. So it goes up.]

Monet

OK, so I sometimes hang out with Monet. Just us, no one else. And can you believe that in those times I've nevet taken one picture of her? I can't be fucking serious.

Anyway, I only have pictures of Monet sleeping or from a stupid angle so, I will opt for a non-weird angle that is instead blurry. Lame? A little. Better than some creepy/odd/unflattering angle? I'd hope so.

So so sorry Monet. (But, you know, not that sorry because you didn't know "Girlfirend In a Coma.")

Ted

Fittingly enough we finish off with the man, the myth, the enigma, the legend, the incomprable Stenson. He's a dish. I wish that I could think of something more creative, but honestly this post has taken waaaaaay too fucking long to make.

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Wow. That escalated quickly. I shouldn't post again for like a month.

OK, so there it goes. See you Friday.

Complaints should be placed in the comments or anywhere else you can find me.

shadazz.

2006-03-08T13:44:00.000-08:00

OK folks, for anybody who read the bottom part of the previous post, the party at Rachel's place has been pushed back to the 18th.

[Rachel is Christian's friend in case you didn't know. And the 18th is next Saturday, for those of you who are not fortunate enough to own a calendar. I feel for you like Chaka Khan.]

A picture in parting:

all in the name of what, we're not sure.

2006-03-07T11:53:00.000-08:00

There was supposed to be an all night jam on Saturday. But due to reckless self indulgence by some (whom shall remain nameless), we all got home by 3:30 or so. Laaaame.

Also, to all the people I might have been shitty to on Saturday (pretty much everyone pictured here) I have to apologize from the very bottom of my heart. I was in a foul mood, and I didn't mean to be such a bore/drag/bonerkill. I extend a huge, loud "Private Eyes" clap-sing-double clap to you all.

[Also-I am very sorry for this post looking like the Ted & Elena Comedy Hour. They just so happened to be in, like 3/4 of the pictures. They're attention vultures/dancefloor killers like that.]

It's a crime I never told you about the diamonds in your eyes:

Spot the Creeper!

+p.s.

There's supposedly another party in Brookyn this Friday. (Don't worry, not at Pat & Adam's. Christian's lovely friends. Pictures of the last party there on the second half of this page.) So everybody needs to go so there can be more pictures here.

people of the world, spice up yr. life!

2006-03-06T13:34:00.000-08:00

Friday was supposed to be Blue Velvet. Instead I decided to meet up Christian & Ashley at Japas, but some douche bags were having a fire hazard capacity birthday party, so it was up to The Watering Hole to provide the karaoke jams.

They failed. Miserably.

Please help the cause against loneliness :

+p.s.

Pictures from Saturday should be up by at least Wednesday. Probably sooner.

you're the bees knees, but so am i.

2006-03-05T14:01:00.000-08:00

Back to being behind. I'll start with the giant drunken cuddle puddle that was Thursday.

Twist & shout:

+p.s.

Pictures to come: karaoke Friday, disaster party Saturday.

it's a celebration bitches.

2006-03-01T12:30:00.000-08:00

In honor of...well-nothing, I offer Ted Stenson's Celebration. (Now in music video fornat!)

+Music by the band Celebration+