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Today’s bright idea is to use my stupid art blog to post about things that aren’t related to art. If anyone other than my mom read this bullshit it would probably matter. Sorry, mom. I didn’t mean to say bullshit in front of you. I’ll try to keep the swearing to a minimum. This won’t make much sense to you, mom, because you’ve never read Big Brother magazine, but back in the day it was the king shit of skateboard fuck mountain. You couldn’t go two sentences without reading about dicks, how so-and-so had touched whathisname’s dick on tour, who got dick-rot, and how much of a dick everyone was. It was a magazine that, given enough time, would’ve just had an issue devoted to lighting shit on fire in various majestic settings. Here’s some of my shit on fire in the Alps. And there it is burning away in front of Versailles. Dave Carnie, the mad fucking genius behind Big Brother has done a lot of things since the mag went down the craphole. And now apparently he writes about food. With his wife. This is the equivalent of having a job sitting inside a giant bag full of pussies and getting wailed on by retards with baseball bats. When you’re washing off all the blood and snatch juice after work you can pretty much see your masculinity going down the drain with it. And somehow Carnie manages to do a great job with Food on Drunk. He’s figured out a way to write about food like he was writing for Big Brother. In a world where people actually pay someone to make decisions about what they should drink, Dave and Tania Carnie are probably the only ones not having to chew around cocks in their mouths. That’s the best compliment I can come up with for food writing. I’m gonna read Food on Drunk everyday.*
*This post is dedicated to Dave Carnie, who taught me that I could use the word shit as much as I wanted, and to my mom, who would probably never talk to me again if she knew I had written the phrase “a giant bag full of pussies”.

To round out today’s all over the map posting, I thought I would calm things down with the simple abstractions of Nadine Nakanishi. And once the abstract has sunk in you can spend some more time looking at her amazing print work under Sonnenzimmer. She manages to combine soft and bright, abstract and geometric, in a way that I’ve never seen before. Hello, art crush.
Babies, Puppies, Paper, and Tim.

Not so very long ago Steve Berra and Eric Koston, two giants of skateboarding, decided to buy a warehouse and build a skatepark in it so that they would always have a place to skate. Not long after that they started a website dedicated to that skatepark, and all other things concerning skateboarding and their lives. That website, The Berrics, is a huge success. Shit, I go there everyday. And now, in an attempt to drive another nail into the coffin of the piece of shit that is MySpace, The Berrics has started its own social networking site. MyBerrics is the just launched social side of the “world’s greatest skateboarding website”, and it looks like it will probably be as successful as everything else Berrics related. Will I join it? No. I don’t use MySpace and I won’t use MyBerrics. I hate social networking in real life, and I hate it online. I like being outside too much. But that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t give the big middle finger to Fox by deserting MySpace before it finally implodes. I’m supporting MyBerrics just so long as they don’t start adding those songs that start playing every time you look at a profile.

In an attempt to report things that don’t really require me to do any work, I’d like to let you know that LCS has a great interview with Jamaica/Miami illustrator Paul Davey. Dude’s got serious abilities going on. If I wasn’t such a lazy bastard I might tell you more. Sucks for you, bro.

I generally shy away from all the vector based art/illustration that’s floating around out there. I am drawn more to art that I can touch. But on this gloomy-ass Friday, faced with a weekend spent deep cleaning my old apartment, the brightly colored, character-based vector work of Jonathan Ball (Pokedstudio) was just the ticket. It turned everything around. Literally. Five minutes after I looked at Ball’s illustrations the clouds broke a little and I found out I was having lots of free pizza for lunch. Coincidence? I say no. Jonathan’s got every digital style under the sun in his arsenal, and they all look clean and deadly in his hands. Clearly the universe was peering over my shoulder and took notice of the skills. Top that off with the healthy does of inspiration I got from all that vector kung fu mastery, and voila, the day turns positive.

Just a quick heads up that Secret Still fav Adam Haynes (previously mentioned) has a new print available through POVevolving. Unusually for art prints you can, you can get this one in two sizes: 7.5″ x 8″ or 16″ x 17″. You definitely won’t be disappointed with either size so it’s really just a matter of your available wall space and your available wallet space. The lil print is $35, but the big guy will run you $175. Yeah, that’s a lot of money, but you were just gonna pay your stupid rent with it anyway. Who gives a shit about rent? Not you…not you.
T’as Craque (I don’t know, I don’t speak French)
Epicly Later’d: Gino Iannucci (3)
Worn, The Story of a Shoe Monster
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