THURSDAY. MAY 16, 2013. 9:37 PM
Everything ain’t what it seems. I wave my hands and I got you. And you feel so fly assistin’ me. But now it’s my turn to watch you. I ain’t gonna stop you…
TUESDAY. May 14, 2013. 11:39 PM
This one belongs to a very exclusive group thoughtfully named: several favorite movies of ever. It’s as out as body-less fingers playing a piano… a piano that ingests a girl in her entirety… which happens to happen in this film.
Nobuhiko Obayashi, HAUSU. 1977.
THURSDAY. MAY 9, 2013. 3:07 PM
Today is a day of days. I got my tickets to N… Y….C!!
I’m gonna hop on that Virgin America and see some of this…
And this…? Okay, yeah. Some of this…
And a bunch of other things. That’s probably how 3 weeks in NY should go.
WEDNESDAY. MAY 8, 2013. 12:45 PM
TUESDAY. MAY 7, 2013. 2:59 PM
I was 12 and every weekend for several years, my sister and I would slide around to bubblegum pop for Disco Saturdays (yeah, it was a thing), in our socks, on the hardwood floor of mom and dad’s. It was a magical time of Elvis movie marathons and line dancing to the Bee Gees, with routines my parents taught me and choreographed themselves. Waking up to breakfast and my dad serenading my mom with “More Than A Woman”. I can’t even count how many times those young eyes saw Saturday Night Fever.
The theme songs for my first birthday and every one after that were Kool & the Gang’s “Celebration” and “Joanna”. Dad said I was named after Bob Dylan’s “Visions of Johanna”. When I was 8, I wore my Janet Jackson Rhythm Nation hand-me-down nightgown everyday until it disintegrated from overuse. Every Christmas from when I can remember, The Jackson 5 Christmas Album played on constant loop. Little did I know that years later, I would be interviewed on TV by Rajesh Mirchandani for BBC News at Michael Jackson’s memorial service.
In second grade, when I asked for a Simpsons backpack for school, I got a plain brown backpack with Bart Simpson stickers on it. I would find my parents rolling newspapers at 3 am, as they worked together on a paper route before heading to their day jobs. We were by certain standards, not wealthy. At one point, $15 in the bank account for a family of four. But music was free. So were a bunch of other things… I have lots of stories.
Of course, I didn’t think it was such a magical time then. Not then and not for a long time after. All I wanted to do was leave. See what was on the other side of those walls. You see, until I turned 18, I was greatly sheltered from the world outside. And once 18 hit, I ran amuck. Galavanting, as my parents would say. I would definitely deny it. But, there was for sure plenty of galavanting. Every now and then, I’d get in my ear, “You’re not missing out on much”. I never believed them. I’m starting to now. Out here, there are things you see that you can’t un-see. Feelings you feel that can’t be un-felt.
I grew resentful, feeling forced into a bubble even though I had no clue what waited for me beyond it. I’m lucky to have parents so creative and loving. And now, I just want to go back. Back to this:
Now it’s something fogged like this:
Conflicted, I’m still into now. It’s just different. Filled with all the abundance of thought, passion, apathy and wonder that comes along. It’s really the most I could ever ask for and at times, it’s a desolate wasteland on a ride I can’t wait to expel myself from. Take a breather and get me out of this rat race, I’m coming home to reclaim my roots for good.
MONDAY. MAY 6, 2013. 11:43 PM
Barbara Kruger is a celebrated heavyweight in the Conceptual Art world.
MONDAY. MAY 6, 2013. 3:38 PM
Ed Ruscha’s card of business, circa the ’60s:
TUESDAY. APRIL 30, 2013. 2:10 PM
Who’s been feeling rather animated lately? Me. So glad my parents taught me living lessons via repeated VHS exposure. Life is too unexpected… and awesome. Unexpectedly awesome. I’m telling you, everyone loves a cute puppet. Guess which one I am. C’mon, guess. Maybe I’m all of these… Which one are you?
You have no strings. Your arms are free. To love me by the Zuider Zee. Ya ya ya. If you would woo. I’d bust my strings for you.
TUESDAY. APRIL 30, 2013. 1:02 AM
Some things change. Some things stay the same. Clearly.
Galen Pehrson. Scenes from “El Gato”, May 2012.
THURSDAY. APRIL 25, 2013. 9:32 PM
Damn, JT. You’re good. How is it that you know exactly what I want? … Eventually.
Justin Timberlake. ”Mirrors”, 2013.