Friday, July 24, 2009

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay


Visually, I feel I’m hitting as artistic a peak as the gods will allow. Too bad I'm too shy to express this side of myself. I draw with chalks of pastel and it's a damn shame I don't have a coloring book. The visions I see are fucking magnificent. But that might be the fatigue talking. I’m reading The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. A Pulitzer winning work of art. It totally rocks for a 600-page book. I highly recommend it to all. If your eyes can interpret letters into words, words into sentences, and sentences into thoughts, you deserve the rewards that this book will bestow upon you. This makes for mighty reading and satisfying contemplation. It’s about the liberation of mind through the expression of creativity. And the built-in limitations inherent. And the art of the forbidden idea of escapism. And, through Rosa and Joe, the ideal of love that can last a lifetime. I think. Still have 40 pages to go.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Thin line


Once again, as it occurs every few years or so, I am living on the razor’s edge. I think a time tumbler might have clicked while in reflective thought on the beach last week. With the subtle utterance of a chiming gong I am gone from the present tense. I have broken my routine and am in danger of slashing ties with those I work for and with. I am dating dancers again. I own SoHo. My main priority is to be a party organizer and I seem to do it well. Girls on 34th street (eww) recognize me. They cream when dudes scream ROCK STAR at me at I whip past them at an accelerated pace toward places with faces who are in town for the week. It’s getting ugly. Three hours of sleep a day is no way to sludge through a night life. Man overboard. This ship is gonna take a dive.

Bright, but dim


This is the cool lamp I pretended to have a conversation with today at the new Hollister flagship store (for initial impressions, read the entry below this one.)

It’s dim in here. This is a direct allegory to the staff, even though 50% of them look awesome in hip huggers and tube tops.

I’m getting tired. It’s been a long week after a short vacation. And I haven’t written in awhile, so I’m probably off on rhythm, cadence, and bullshot bullshit accuracy.

There is a deathly, haunting singularity about this Hollister place that makes you think of nightmares.

The kind of maze-like dreams where you keep trying to find something only to lose it over and over.

Or, conversely, the kind of dream where you try to escape something, but it imprisions you endlessly.

Either way, the ghosts are fluid and fast.

Are we human?



…or are we dancer?



The epic song by The Killers now and forever holds a special poignancy in my heart thanks to the past couple of days spent at the majestic (others might say ridiculous) opening of the new Hollister flagship store in SoHo.

For those of you who don’t know Hollister, it’s a clothing brand. Think Abercrombie and Fitch on surf steroids. And the opening of this huge new radical store in Manhattan caused quite a stir, even in this jeweled city of steel jawed workers and slack jawed tourists.

On day one, we approached the store from the southwest, walking up Prince Street and then making a left on Broadway. In other words, we attacked the very belly of SoHo—right where it triangulates between the West Village and the Lower East Side, not too far from Little Italy and Chinatown. Our strategy was to blend in with the 10,000 people on the street corner before making a definitive move toward the store. I think it worked. No one noticed us.

We knew we were getting close to the store front when we could smell the store’s signature scent, the cologne of the unalone, two blocks away. We followed our noses and the trail led us straight to the front door where an impossibly hot model wearing a somewhat undersized bikini greeted us. This is why NYC is the numero uno tourist destination in the USA. I stared at her ass for 1/10th of a second and it just about justified every second of every 4 hour commute of every day of every week times every month of the past three years. Not to mention the years I spent partying there wondering when I would see such wonderous ass crack. Her boobs were just as impossibly spectacular, as well. And for the ladies, there was an equally carved shirtless dude joining her in welcoming us to the store.

I think they were both 17 and working for minimum wage. Not a bad gig if all you want to do is stand naked on a street corner and strike a pose.

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We slide by the models who were born when we were graduating college and enter the coven.

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It is dark and crowded like a Disney attraction from hell.

There is no oxygen in the building, only the cologne of the unalone. There is loud, throbbing pop music. They seem to be playing “Human” by the Killers nonstop. There is a wall of faux windows dedicated to a live video feed from Huntington Beach, where I cut my teeth on a surfboard. All we see is a large elderly woman in a green one piece with a hat on, thigh deep in high tide. Confusion reigns everywhere. Shoppers don’t know where to find the shit they’re looking for. Models are untrained in customer service, but are amazingly expert at pointing to another warren within the coven. The stairs are lit to be disorienting. The shape of the store shifts with each throb of the echoing chant heaving from the stellar sound system – “Are we human or are we dancer? My sign is vital and my hands are cold. And I’m on my knees looking for the answer.”

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We’re all models posing. We’re forced to pose either as we are or as we aspire to be. We’re conscious of our presence among others—at least some of us are—and we act accordingly. We choose to pose, dance, shop, or point. More to come on this theme, I think, but this is it for now.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Secluded beach, sometime last week




Sent from my iPhone

(this won't count as a new post, Ann.)

Monday, July 6, 2009

Vacation. Day 1.



Sandy Hook, NJ, North Beach (The most uncrowded beach, ever)

The only reason my body isn't pointed toward the ocean is because it was 3:00 in the afternoon when I took the pic and I was angling southwest toward the sun, as opposed to due east. And no speculating on what I photoshopped out of the lower center of the pic, dammit.

My bad


That’ll teach me to BUI. Nothing more boring than a million word cut and paste that no one wants to read because they already read it by force in 8th grade.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

The Unanimous Declaration of the Thirteen United States of America

When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bonds which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. That whenever any form of government becomes destructive to these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shown that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security. --Such has been the patient sufferance of these colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former systems of government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute tyranny over these states. To prove this, let facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his assent to laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his governors to pass laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of representation in the legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved representative houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the legislative powers, incapable of annihilation, have returned to the people at large for their exercise; the state remaining in the meantime exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavored to prevent the population of these states; for that purpose obstructing the laws for naturalization of foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migration hither, and raising the conditions of new appropriations of lands.

He has obstructed the administration of justice, by refusing his assent to laws for establishing judiciary powers.

He has made judges dependent on his will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of new offices, and sent hither swarms of officers to harass our people, and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, standing armies without the consent of our legislature.

He has affected to render the military independent of and superior to civil power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his assent to their acts of pretended legislation:

For quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by mock trial, from punishment for any murders which they should commit on the inhabitants of these states:

For cutting off our trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing taxes on us without our consent:

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of trial by jury:

For transporting us beyond seas to be tried for pretended offenses:


For abolishing the free system of English laws in a neighboring province, establishing therein an arbitrary government, and enlarging its boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule in these colonies:

For taking away our charters, abolishing our most valuable laws, and altering fundamentally the forms of our governments:

For suspending our own legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated government here, by declaring us out of his protection and waging war against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burned our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large armies of foreign mercenaries to complete the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of cruelty and perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow citizens taken captive on the high seas to bear arms against their country, to become the executioners of their friends and brethren, or to fall themselves by their hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavored to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian savages, whose known rule of warfare, is undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these oppressions we have petitioned for redress in the most humble terms: our repeated petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have we been wanting in attention to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, enemies in war, in peace friends.

We, therefore, the representatives of the United States of America, in General Congress, assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the name, and by the authority of the good people of these colonies, solemnly publish and declare, that these united colonies are, and of right ought to be free and independent states; that they are absolved from all allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the state of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as free and independent states, they have full power to levy war, conclude peace, contract alliances, establish commerce, and to do all other acts and things which independent states may of right do. And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor.

Skyrockets and beer













Fun night. Walked a half-a-mile with a rolling 30 lb. cooler of exotic beers, met a cool couple that needed a dude as a counterpoint, met a girl who was unguardedly smashed just before we walked to the yacht club to see the fireworks--and by smashed I mean smashed as in 11 self-made vodka iced teas or whatever the fuck she was drinking or smoking or snorting smashed, watched some tripped out fire works; lost the smashed girl, um, accidentally; paid $5 for me and an unknown until then family of 4 to pee in an italian restaurant (the little girl doing the pee pee dance got to go first), met Marybeth again for the 2nd time in 365 days; was denoted a professional story teller; was noted for my tan lines (necklace--somehow, and, the coolest of all tan lines, the flipflop tanline). Later, that same night, I talked to Marybeth in a meaningful way because she happened to be sitting on the cooler that held all of my Landshark Lager beer. And the smashed girl made it back to the party.

Pics are of fireworks (no, really?) and of the party's host, me and her pup.