Secret Still

I’m taking tomorrow off so today is my Friday. Don’t expect very much from me. For the most part I’m just going to sit here and read the His Dark Materials books and maybe listen to the new Lupe Fiasco album.

Tomorrow Chris Herbal, my long-time best-friend, is moving in with us. He’ll be that guy sleeping on the couch when you first walk in the door. Or that might be my dog, Sanchez, they’re going to have to fight over that bed. My money is on the pitbull.

I have to ask: Does anyone like Studio 60? Aaron Sorkin let me down with that one. That’s ok though since Top Chef starts soon.

Rather than actually link to every single thing I’ll just tell you to go check out the Juxtapoz website. Tons of new shit from a myriad of artists.

And when you’re done with that watch this video from Broken Social Scene. They look like good people.

I think tomorrow night we might have a bonfire if anyone is interested in avoiding the downtown Athens UGA Homecoming crowds. Beers and good times. Who could ask for anything more?

Yo mama.

Those days when there are no posts? Those are the days when I can’t find anything worth talking about. Today I have something worth talking about, because it has come to my attention that most women don’t understand this specific piece of “man”ifest destiny.

The Twinsome. The Girl was not entirely comfortable yesterday when we started talking about the twinsome and I realized that most women might be that way because they think it’s about sex. For anyone who doesn’t know or couldn’t discern the twinsome is where a guy gets to have sex with twins. I say “gets to” because this is an honor above all honors bestowed upon us by some heavenly deity of macho, for lack of a better word we’ll call him Zeus. Every once in a lifetime there is one man who for reasons unbeknownst to any mortal is given the opportunity to have sex with twins. Budweiser commercials would have you believe that they have to be hot twins, but that is wrong, that is placatory to the female mind which can’t grasp this simple fact: it has nothing to do with sex. It’s really about exploration, a Lewis and Clark adventure in the sexual world. Ugly or not they are still twins and you, because of Zeus and an alignment of the stars perfectly in your favor, are having sex with them, a feat that only one in billions has ever accomplished. It’s the same as going to space, only with your penis out. Men all over the planet will know who you are after that. Word will spread of your deed and you will go down in history amongst your fellows, friend and stranger alike. Everywhere you go men will know you and revere you. Sex with twins is like being knighted or more accurately like being knighted in the very selective Order of Tang. Make sense, ladies? Probably not, but you have to let us do it anyway. Some things are just greater than you or I as individuals. The Girl still wants me to make sure you know she’s very uncomfortable with it. Noted.

Prepare to Launch:

Juxtapoz has a lot of great pictures from the Kings & Queens show. The event is really all about this. I love that boobs have a month now.

Supertouch has photos up from the Spank the Monkey show that occurred this past weekend. Breaking the mold.

T-shirt producers edoc-laundry are going to be famous tomorrow night on CSI:NYC. Yes, they really do have encoded messages in their shirts. Decoder rings are now defunct.

Also in clothing, fashion gargantuans Triple 5 Soul have dropped a Fall line on us.

You can get more of the same from Brooklyn Projects.

Jumping back to art, you should really look at the art of Jack Long.

The useful and wonderful art of Julie Gibb.

The brilliant and illuminating photography of Matthew Scott.

Mike Giant!

Twinsome. That’s my word. Copywrited. You wanna use it? Pay me them Ducats, bitches.

It’s Friday and I would definitely rather be skating than in the office, but that’s not the way work goes.

I just got free pineapple donuts. I expect there to be a review added on here after they’ve been consumed.

Ok. Let’s see what I have up my sleeves here.

First off, you need to reserve a half hour to sit and watch this. If you have a kid put them in your lap so the can watch with you. This is essential to October.

Once you’ve finished that and you decide to start going through the rest of these go here to get a nice funky playlist for your background music. Surf the web and feel like Superfly at the same time. F’reals.

The pushers at Mekanism have teamed up with another artist in their ever growing series of limited edition decks. This time they’ve hooked up with Invader for some killer artdecks. I guess you could skate them if you wanted, but you would be a total r-tard.

I’m making an effort to update my slang. Nizzles.

I swear to Ganesha that if I were a woman and my fiance suprised me with this cake on our wedding day there would be no sexual idea of his I would leave unfulfilled. Coughhintcough.

Some hippies built this, and then a sort of hippie built this, which looks a thousand times classier. If I had the land I would do this in a heartbeat. But mine would be modeled after Baggend from the Lord of the Rings movies, because I am nerd not a fucking hippie. I mean, it’s not like I would live here.

That’s all for now. I’m gonna give these donuts a shot. If you don’t hear from me in a few days it’s because I’ve died in a donut related fatality. I wish I was kidding.

p.s. Jeremiah is out of the house for the weekend so anyone who is normally put off by his being there can feel free to come over and chill. We’ll even keep his doors closed so that his creepiness doesn’t leak out into the rest of the house.

I am wearing the greatest sweater known to mankind. Womankind I’m sure has much better. I think I am officially tired of being in charge of people. This job isn’t serious enough that anyone would worry about not showing up so how am I supposed to make them show up? We pay crap and students can’t work more than 20 hours a week. When they are here their job mostly entails trying to entertain themselves for the duration of their shift and occasionally actually helping a customer. I don’t feel justified telling anyone that they need to come in even if it’s the 30th time they’ve called in sick in 3 months. The only reason that I can come up with is “because you took the job and there are plenty of other people who will take your place.” And it’s true. And it’s a good enough reason. Take the hint. Either way I’m fed up with trying to be the one who has to be responsible for 10 irresponsible people.

Let’s get the show on the road then.

I’ve been listening to Mike Vandenberg’s mixtape and it’s got me groovin’ fa real.

To keep the blood flowing in filth week I’ve got another little injection of delight here. It was really only a matter of time.

Tartelin is the newest object of a DIK focus, and rightly so.

I’ve mentioned that Scion is a big supporter of the arts, and they have their own gallery space just for that reason. Now you can check out galleries of some of their past shows. You’ll have to scroll down as most of the more recent show galleries aren’t up yet.

Marion B has watercolors dialed. Ch’uch.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. You’ll need some big eyes for this.

I’ve posted several times on various sites that offer cheap prints of art, posters, and photography, but my posts are nothing compared to this. Now that’s what I call a fucking resource.

My headphones just asked me if I can party all the time. Not as much as I used to, guys, but I try. Aint no half-steppin’.

I guess this degenerate week here at Le Maison Dangereuse. Everything that I find interesting so far is not considered safe for work in any open-plan office space. Myabe it’s the internet. Yeah, that scapegoat oughta tread water until I get to my shrink’s office.

Sigh. To continue my downward spiral I present you with this. Next I’ll be working for Southpark.

Music videos have come a long way since The Buggles.

For Example.