Sunday, July 29, 2007
it's 20 DB hot, true quamp.
It has been bought to my attention that an ice cold drink in a hot shower can save your life. Now my whole shower game got changed up. it's not about cleaning anymore, it's about relaxing.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
NIGHTCLUBS
There are a couple of good reasons why I usually don't attend night clubs. I don't have anything against them, but look how chaotic this looks. The girl in the pink, the guy having the time of his life twirling that shirt in the air (Almost positive I spotted him in the "Whoop there it is" video back in the day.), and the guy with the umbrella?! And the beads let you know it was really New Orleans and people drink like it's a profession more than anywhere I've ever traveled.
Maybe I should start going out to clubs more, by myself, and just take pictures and see what I stumble upon? But not New York clubs, that would be the worst. Maybe a club essay in Virginia or Wisconsin?
Possibly.
a couple boring shots from New Orleans
A guy standing on a corner as I walked by.
The Tower of Babel. Since the garbage system isn't fully on track we had to drop off our garbage at Elysian Fields. It was actually pretty fun.
The Tower of Babel. Since the garbage system isn't fully on track we had to drop off our garbage at Elysian Fields. It was actually pretty fun.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
A WIGWAM PROCRASTINATES IN THE NIGHT
No, posts, nothing. My internet has been down at the house and I've been too lazy to do anything about it. So I figured I'd wait 'til my roomate gets back from out of town. Probably just have to push a button to reset it or something. On a good note I've written two -three letters a day without the internet so it's been somewhat of a vacation. Sounds pathetic right?
Thursday, July 12, 2007
THEIR NOT SUPPOSED TO MEAN A THING, OH WOH. OH WOH.
Of this batch I think I like all these photo's for my own reasons.
I like this lady on the bottom left because she's looking at me like, "So, do you wanna buy a fucking vowel or not?"
I like this photo because I can imagine it being a talk piece in some rich ass stock-brokers high rise apartment.
I like this because I aspire to one day have a haircut like this.
I like this because Slicks Caliente has struck again, look at that dirty grin of getting over on someone, somewhere.
I like this lady on the bottom left because she's looking at me like, "So, do you wanna buy a fucking vowel or not?"
I like this photo because I can imagine it being a talk piece in some rich ass stock-brokers high rise apartment.
I like this because I aspire to one day have a haircut like this.
I like this because Slicks Caliente has struck again, look at that dirty grin of getting over on someone, somewhere.
In ten years you'll have to sign a waiver for this one.
I witnessed one of the craziest things on Saturday. the below statue was lifted and carried down the block.
The Feast and Bazaar of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel and San Paolino di Nola is best known for the Dancing of the Giglio, a wooden steeple over 50 feet high.
The event commemorates the Feast of St. Paulinus, a Bishop in a small city of Nola in Southern Italy who exchanged himself for a child kidnapped by North African Raiders.
When some old guy at the festival described to me that "The Giglio" was the lifting of the huge steeple I couldn't even believe it. "That? They are going to life that?" Thinking they would just lift it and then put it down. And he replied, "Yeah, they are going to lift it and carry it down the street."
Hmmm, I'll have to stick around for a second and see this with my own eyes. All I kept thinking was one person trips and this whole thing is coming down on the whole street festival.
To make it harder on the hundred plus men carrying the statue, their was a band playing on the platform while carried down the street.
Serious.
The Feast and Bazaar of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel and San Paolino di Nola is best known for the Dancing of the Giglio, a wooden steeple over 50 feet high.
The event commemorates the Feast of St. Paulinus, a Bishop in a small city of Nola in Southern Italy who exchanged himself for a child kidnapped by North African Raiders.
When some old guy at the festival described to me that "The Giglio" was the lifting of the huge steeple I couldn't even believe it. "That? They are going to life that?" Thinking they would just lift it and then put it down. And he replied, "Yeah, they are going to lift it and carry it down the street."
Hmmm, I'll have to stick around for a second and see this with my own eyes. All I kept thinking was one person trips and this whole thing is coming down on the whole street festival.
To make it harder on the hundred plus men carrying the statue, their was a band playing on the platform while carried down the street.
Serious.
MUGGING A MUGGER.
The Beast mugged a mugger on Bushwick Avenue around Midnight last Saturday night.
The whole thing began when Peter Dardy and Brian Dardy were almost about to throw a brotherly fistfight and the Beast and Lance went outside so they could settle their dispute. Some guy came up and asked for a cigarette and The Beast gave him one, then the guy put his whole pack into his pocket and Beast starts screaming at him when Brian Dardy calls him to invite him back up because the fight was over. Suddenly the cigarette thief grabs Beasts phone out of his hand and makes a sprint for it.
Bad move.
The Beast and Lance chased him strait off for three blocks the whole way screaming obscenities and probably looking like Starsky and Hutch, like, "You're not gonna get away from us mother______!"
Finally the guy stops all out of shape and breathless and the Beast dropkicked him in the chest ninjastyle three times even when the guy was trying to swing his ultra-ghetto homemade weapon. (Which Beast now has attained as a trophy.) Which is just a shoelace tied in a not with a piece of pipe like a little necklace.
But, the best part is Beast had a little knife with him, and screamed at the guy that he was a pin point knife tosser and if the guy made one more move he would throw it right through his heart!
When I asked him why he had a knife he just said, "What do you mean, I was in Bushwick.
And that's that.
When I told Beast he'd done been blogged about ag-a-i-n he said, "Ah, you left out the most important part, when in mid- chase the guy tried to call a time-out."
The whole thing began when Peter Dardy and Brian Dardy were almost about to throw a brotherly fistfight and the Beast and Lance went outside so they could settle their dispute. Some guy came up and asked for a cigarette and The Beast gave him one, then the guy put his whole pack into his pocket and Beast starts screaming at him when Brian Dardy calls him to invite him back up because the fight was over. Suddenly the cigarette thief grabs Beasts phone out of his hand and makes a sprint for it.
Bad move.
The Beast and Lance chased him strait off for three blocks the whole way screaming obscenities and probably looking like Starsky and Hutch, like, "You're not gonna get away from us mother______!"
Finally the guy stops all out of shape and breathless and the Beast dropkicked him in the chest ninjastyle three times even when the guy was trying to swing his ultra-ghetto homemade weapon. (Which Beast now has attained as a trophy.) Which is just a shoelace tied in a not with a piece of pipe like a little necklace.
But, the best part is Beast had a little knife with him, and screamed at the guy that he was a pin point knife tosser and if the guy made one more move he would throw it right through his heart!
When I asked him why he had a knife he just said, "What do you mean, I was in Bushwick.
And that's that.
When I told Beast he'd done been blogged about ag-a-i-n he said, "Ah, you left out the most important part, when in mid- chase the guy tried to call a time-out."
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