Secret Still

I think the vacation-ness is out of my system. My time senses are still a little wonky but they’re better. I can’t believe there are people that travel all the time for their jobs; a subset of people that relativity is effecting much more than the rest of humankind. Motherfuckers must be crazy.

To answer your question, I went to:
Alameda, Oakland, San Francisco, Santa Cruz, Cotati, Santa Rosa, Petaluma, Sebastopol, all along HWY 1, and everywhere in between. We travelled a lot and saw whales and sea lions and hippies and surfers and douchebags and thugs and redwoods and vineyards and just a lot of stuff all over the place. Everything there seems to be built on top of everything else, life surrounding itself for security, something to quiet the desperation that seemed to be on all the faces. From the sky at night it all just looks like an electric antfarm that beats and pulses like a giant heart. All the people there rushed through their patterns of life to keep the machine pumping, burnt out on being constantly. It’s beautiful there and maybe thats what makes everyone try to prove themselves so much, they need to justify living in a place that’s too good for them. I met people who were crazy and people who were made crazy by the city, and who can blame them with the screeching, clattering mouth of progress to feed everyday. The difference between the West Coast and The South is that the West Coast needs a reason for being and The South doesn’t need to answer those kinds of questions. Neither way is better and neither way joins up at the edges. Good thing the Midwest is there to buffer each with a solid work ethic and fear of change.

I did learn one very important fact about California: California hates skateboarders. There was almost nowhere for me to skate without a sign or knobs or something trying to make it impossible. And yet there’s more skaters there than anywhere else in the world. Shows you how much we care, I guess. Which is to say not at all.

Let’s get the links out of the way so I can go eat some more redmeat to counteract the all vegetarian diet I had to suffer through last week. Is redmeat one word? It damn well should be.

If you take a bunch of designers and ask them to redesign the traditional table setting you should expect to get some interesting results.

I had no idea that Mickey Avalon was a white, sex-obsessed, rapper. I just thought he was some dude who used to be in the New York Dolls. Color me stupid.

The website design alone should put Section Seven above the rest in the design world, but their work pushes them out of the mortal realm and into something higher, something super.

If you didn’t know about it already, Threadless is having their annual $10 holiday sale. A $10 t-shirt aint bad and now you can get some designs on hoodies. Keep up the good work.

My Plastic Heart. It sure is.

Prepare to be sort of depressed and sort of elated after watching this. It’s a big file so prepare to wait a while as well.

Dan Krall does it like no one else. I think it’s working for him.

Bringing a new dimension to graffiti: Soundbombs. Apply for yours today.

Check out the Gary Baseman cards at Kid Robot. Just one of the trillions of awesome things they have to sell you.

I gotta admit, even if they are a little bit Hot Topic, these ties are great.

A physicist/science fiction writer is going to try and prove Retrocausality. Break that down and determine what the word means. Now pick your jaw up. I love his quote, and it’s in every article about the experiment, “It doesn’t seem like it should work, but no one can say why it won’t.” Science for the hell of it. My favorite kind.

Berfday props to Dick Delicious and The Greek. It occurs to me that is the perfect name for a show where two pimps become vigilantes in order to clean up the streets. I’ll see you two at The Skatening.

Quick show of hands, how many people want us to have a Christmas party at the Dangerous House? The question/suggestion has been posed by a few people so far. Let me know how you feel, populus.

See you in the funny papers.