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Archive for August, 2009

Inspire Me, Eventually

It’s been a month or so, but Szymon Błaszczyk finally updated Inspire me, now! He’s collected a lot of good things that I’d love to repost; instead, just click the link and pretend I ffffound ’em.



Ceridre Ohndar

Tiger steipes an ilive ander I wrud neva pen my lait fur souy the quader crak ah sundah life wed lev ahn tims sh tru.



Sinnnnnnnnggg dadahdahddahdah.

Small Iota, Life Veers, Entropy Reigns.


In the morning ladahdah.

The curtain is pulled open. The air conditioner is on. The main light is reflected in the glass of the window. The bed is beyond that in the reflection (and in reality). When is a door not a door? There are three words in the English language. Why did the dead baby cross the road? What is black when you buy it red when you use it white/grey/gray when you are done with it/throw it away? Photograph of a slave’s quarters. Silly. That sneaky mallard. Chased me into a window. Had his way. Comes like a wind. Comes like the wind.



Museum of Sex

ass to ass

Dude. Museum of Sex was so stimulating. Intellectually that is. Lolcoolj. Ali and I checked it on out today and the “Sex Lies of Animals” exhibit made the whole thing worth it. Did you know there are fish that can change gender back and forth based on their social roles. WTFuck?! Plus ducks with big dicks, deer gettin’ off from rubbing their antlers on the ground, snake gangbangs, and 69in’ manatees. Then there was shit about porn on film and a collection of sex ephemera. A great way to spend a rainy Saturday. Check out the photos after the jump.

Rough Draft: Animal Collective Live

While Dam-Funk was DJing on Saturday and probably at the peak of our high as we sat and waited for AC, I wrote down some thoughts. I had the idea awhile ago to write shit while I was in altered states of mind, then present them as-is hoping that it would be some nutty, SoC bable with insight and humor. Well, this one didn’t totally turn out that way, but here it is, digitized from the original.

Animal Collective Celebrate Brooklyn


I can’t top these posts about the Friday and Saturday Animal Collective shows as far as pics and video goes, but the guy writing is kind of a douche, so here’s what I thought.

Ted Leo Blocked Me


Yes. This means what you think it means. Ted Leo blocked me on Twitter and sent me a direct message beforehand just to rub it in.

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