30 April 2009
28 April 2009
24 April 2009
23 April 2009
i grow.
weary of people who don't follow through.
and find it terribly irritating and kind of a cope out
when people say they will do things and dont.
because im always left holding the bag.
it frustrates me to no end.
and find it terribly irritating and kind of a cope out
when people say they will do things and dont.
because im always left holding the bag.
it frustrates me to no end.
poor michael.
alig gets more time.
not sure why. maybe because when i think of michael alig,
i think of macaulay culkin, but i always feel for the preciously
murderous club kid.
party monster on, kiddo.
not sure why. maybe because when i think of michael alig,
i think of macaulay culkin, but i always feel for the preciously
murderous club kid.
party monster on, kiddo.
22 April 2009
text.
In his socio-psychological theory Francesco Alberoni states that falling in love is a process of the same nature as religious or political conversion.
People fall in love when they are ready to change, or to start a new life.
According to Alberoni, falling in love is a rapid process of destructuration-reorganization called the nascent state. In the nascent state, the individual becomes capable of merging with another person and creating a new collectivity with a very high degree of social solidarity. Hence the definition: falling in love is the nascent state of a collective movement formed of two people only.
In order to understand if someone is truly in love, the individual must be put to truth tests and, in order to find out if he or she is loved in return, the beloved is also put to reciprocal tests. The incandescent process of the nascent state through these tests gives way to certainty and produces a stable love relationship. According to Alberoni, the phenomenology of falling in love is the same for young people and adults, for men and women and for homosexuals and heterosexuals: this is because the structure of the nascent state is always the same.
Unlike the theories consolidated by psychoanalysis, the sociologist does not consider falling in love as a regression, but instead sees it as launching oneself towards the future and change, and thus as fundamental to the formation of a couple in love.
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People fall in love when they are ready to change, or to start a new life.
According to Alberoni, falling in love is a rapid process of destructuration-reorganization called the nascent state. In the nascent state, the individual becomes capable of merging with another person and creating a new collectivity with a very high degree of social solidarity. Hence the definition: falling in love is the nascent state of a collective movement formed of two people only.
In order to understand if someone is truly in love, the individual must be put to truth tests and, in order to find out if he or she is loved in return, the beloved is also put to reciprocal tests. The incandescent process of the nascent state through these tests gives way to certainty and produces a stable love relationship. According to Alberoni, the phenomenology of falling in love is the same for young people and adults, for men and women and for homosexuals and heterosexuals: this is because the structure of the nascent state is always the same.
Unlike the theories consolidated by psychoanalysis, the sociologist does not consider falling in love as a regression, but instead sees it as launching oneself towards the future and change, and thus as fundamental to the formation of a couple in love.
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21 April 2009
20 April 2009
listen.
obama sound bits.
my person fav.
this shit's getting way too complicated for me.
-thanks bridgey for the inter office note passing.
my person fav.
this shit's getting way too complicated for me.
-thanks bridgey for the inter office note passing.
text.
To all those at MTV,
I would like to start by thanking you all for the support you have given me over recent years and I am both grateful and flattered by the nominations that i have recevied for Best Male Artist. The air play given to both the Kylie Minogue and P.J. Harvey duets from my latest album, "Murder Ballads," has not gone unnoticed and has been greatly appreciated. So again my sincere thanks.
Having said that, I feel that it's necessary for me to request that my nomination for Best Male Artist be withdrawn and furthermore any awards or nominations for such awards that may arise in later years be presented to those who feel more comfortable with the competitive nature of these awards ceremonies. I myself, do not. I have always been of the opinion that my music is unique and individual and exists beyond the realms inhabited by those who would reduce things to mere measuring. I am in competition with no one.
My relationship with my muse is a delicate one at the best of times and I feel that it is my duty to protect her from influences that may offend her fragile nature.
She comes to me with the gift of song and in return I treat her with the respect she deserves - in this case this means not subjecting her to the indignities of judgement and competition. My muse is not a horse and I am in no horse race and if indeed she was, still I would not harness her to this tumbrel - this bloody cart of severed heads and glittering prizes. My muse may spook! may bolt! may abandon me completely!
So once again, to the people at MTV, I appreciate the zeal and energy that was put behind my last record, I truly do and say thank you and again I say thank you but no...no thank you.
Yours Sincerely, Nick Cave 21 OCT 96.
-Nick Cave's letter to MTV.
I found the profound piece of text attached at the end of the
HOBO magazine article with Yours Sincerely.
and with that I'd like to add on a very personal note:
that is what i should like to have someday.
to be mused and to muse in return.
not codependency, lust, or companionship.
not an object of desire.
just inspiration.
I would like to start by thanking you all for the support you have given me over recent years and I am both grateful and flattered by the nominations that i have recevied for Best Male Artist. The air play given to both the Kylie Minogue and P.J. Harvey duets from my latest album, "Murder Ballads," has not gone unnoticed and has been greatly appreciated. So again my sincere thanks.
Having said that, I feel that it's necessary for me to request that my nomination for Best Male Artist be withdrawn and furthermore any awards or nominations for such awards that may arise in later years be presented to those who feel more comfortable with the competitive nature of these awards ceremonies. I myself, do not. I have always been of the opinion that my music is unique and individual and exists beyond the realms inhabited by those who would reduce things to mere measuring. I am in competition with no one.
My relationship with my muse is a delicate one at the best of times and I feel that it is my duty to protect her from influences that may offend her fragile nature.
She comes to me with the gift of song and in return I treat her with the respect she deserves - in this case this means not subjecting her to the indignities of judgement and competition. My muse is not a horse and I am in no horse race and if indeed she was, still I would not harness her to this tumbrel - this bloody cart of severed heads and glittering prizes. My muse may spook! may bolt! may abandon me completely!
So once again, to the people at MTV, I appreciate the zeal and energy that was put behind my last record, I truly do and say thank you and again I say thank you but no...no thank you.
Yours Sincerely, Nick Cave 21 OCT 96.
-Nick Cave's letter to MTV.
I found the profound piece of text attached at the end of the
HOBO magazine article with Yours Sincerely.
and with that I'd like to add on a very personal note:
that is what i should like to have someday.
to be mused and to muse in return.
not codependency, lust, or companionship.
not an object of desire.
just inspiration.
19 April 2009
17 April 2009
16 April 2009
irony in one part.
this goes out to jade's boyfriend's friend. that kid.
[forgive me for the life of me i cant think of his name]
someone stole your idea, man.
to epilogue:
that kid, aforementioned, really wanted to start a blog called global hipsters..
which obvi made fun of hipsters...but i argued the point of it being already done
and ironic and all the usual arguments for when one wants to argue... but really.
is it necessary to be so mean?.. just in general?
i never really understood the hyper aware sarcastic nature of people,
the inherent need to put others down.
just let em be.
and a side note to that:
this is the exact reason i dont let strangers take my picture.
because why would i want feel like im in high school again and
be made fun of more.
[forgive me for the life of me i cant think of his name]
someone stole your idea, man.
to epilogue:
that kid, aforementioned, really wanted to start a blog called global hipsters..
which obvi made fun of hipsters...but i argued the point of it being already done
and ironic and all the usual arguments for when one wants to argue... but really.
is it necessary to be so mean?.. just in general?
i never really understood the hyper aware sarcastic nature of people,
the inherent need to put others down.
just let em be.
and a side note to that:
this is the exact reason i dont let strangers take my picture.
because why would i want feel like im in high school again and
be made fun of more.
Advice.
For which I, myself should heed as well.
When seeing a person drown, take care in being a strong enough swimmer
before taking the plunge to save them.
One can easily drown themselves trying to help those in need.
15 April 2009
text.
one of the best pieces of text ive read in awhile.
profoundly affected me.
WHAT I WANT
Personally speaking, I don’t really want much of anything. I know that sounds pretentious, but I never really wanted much. When I was a kid my father would bring home presents from his business trips, and I usually gave mine to friends who seemed to want them more than I did. For years I collected books. I sold many of them, mostly to pay off hopeless romantic over-indulgences, but I still have a lot of books, because I read a lot and consider books to be the closest thing to any kind of representation of myself. Before I moved to Paris I gave away my old Chrysler, my television, my stereo, many books and records, all my furniture, including bookshelves and Japanese Rattan chairs and tables from the 1940s, all my kitchen paraphernalia, and other things too numerous to remember. I don’t miss any of it. The problem with not wanting anything is that people don’t really let you get away with it. Wanting things is the ultimate human ambition, and it really starts to get serious with sex.
To have sex, even a quickie with someone from a new encounter, brings you into an exchange with that person’s stuff, their psychological baggage as well as their possessions. When sex evolves into a relationship you are drawn into joint projects and acquisitions. Projects can be anything, in any order, on any basis, from sharing a taste in music, to renting apartments, to accommodating habits, to making babies. Acquisitions involve every domestic appurtenance, without exception. Relationships also bring up the issue of ambition and, therefore, the philosophical problem of Being versus Becoming — of who you are in the Know Thyself sense versus the what you or your relationship partner might want you to Become sense, be that mechanic, doctor, house husband, or success story. Partners usually want their mates to increase something, generally materially related, but not something necessarily related to every aspect of their relationship, such as agreeing on the number of sex partners permissible outside the relationship.
I’ve been accused, mostly behind my back, of lacking ambition. But that’s not exactly the case. The problem is, you can’t always do things that work out in exact, or even increasing, exchange ratios with who you are, your personal circumstances, or what you want to become. Sometimes the things you do, like teaching or being a musician, say, aren’t so rewarding financially. Which reminds me of the joke: What do you call a musician who just lost his girlfriend? Homeless. (The problem with that joke is that it becomes a philosophical problem for musicians.) […]
-An extract from the new book Purple Years (Onestar Press) by Jeff Rian, art critic and longtime collaborator to Purple. The book is a collection of his most brillant texts, many from Purple, Purple Journal and Purple Fashion between 1998 and 2004.
profoundly affected me.
WHAT I WANT
Personally speaking, I don’t really want much of anything. I know that sounds pretentious, but I never really wanted much. When I was a kid my father would bring home presents from his business trips, and I usually gave mine to friends who seemed to want them more than I did. For years I collected books. I sold many of them, mostly to pay off hopeless romantic over-indulgences, but I still have a lot of books, because I read a lot and consider books to be the closest thing to any kind of representation of myself. Before I moved to Paris I gave away my old Chrysler, my television, my stereo, many books and records, all my furniture, including bookshelves and Japanese Rattan chairs and tables from the 1940s, all my kitchen paraphernalia, and other things too numerous to remember. I don’t miss any of it. The problem with not wanting anything is that people don’t really let you get away with it. Wanting things is the ultimate human ambition, and it really starts to get serious with sex.
To have sex, even a quickie with someone from a new encounter, brings you into an exchange with that person’s stuff, their psychological baggage as well as their possessions. When sex evolves into a relationship you are drawn into joint projects and acquisitions. Projects can be anything, in any order, on any basis, from sharing a taste in music, to renting apartments, to accommodating habits, to making babies. Acquisitions involve every domestic appurtenance, without exception. Relationships also bring up the issue of ambition and, therefore, the philosophical problem of Being versus Becoming — of who you are in the Know Thyself sense versus the what you or your relationship partner might want you to Become sense, be that mechanic, doctor, house husband, or success story. Partners usually want their mates to increase something, generally materially related, but not something necessarily related to every aspect of their relationship, such as agreeing on the number of sex partners permissible outside the relationship.
I’ve been accused, mostly behind my back, of lacking ambition. But that’s not exactly the case. The problem is, you can’t always do things that work out in exact, or even increasing, exchange ratios with who you are, your personal circumstances, or what you want to become. Sometimes the things you do, like teaching or being a musician, say, aren’t so rewarding financially. Which reminds me of the joke: What do you call a musician who just lost his girlfriend? Homeless. (The problem with that joke is that it becomes a philosophical problem for musicians.) […]
-An extract from the new book Purple Years (Onestar Press) by Jeff Rian, art critic and longtime collaborator to Purple. The book is a collection of his most brillant texts, many from Purple, Purple Journal and Purple Fashion between 1998 and 2004.
14 April 2009
13 April 2009
immaculate.
cuz we all need "close relations between family members" panties.
cuz seriously i think everyone has $2100 bones lying
around for this special Prince ipod.
cuz everyone and their mom went to the save the beatrice party.
ive seen like 10 different blogs about it, but gave u the one.
cuz i know u've always wondered what an asian chick
boning all of the presidents looks like.
cuz shes my favorite.
my girl, sasha grey gives a good face.
cuz 42 minutes with mike tyson
probably is an interesting 42 minutes.
cuz whoever believed the hotelicopter was real is a dork.
hamtaro.
cuz seriously i think everyone has $2100 bones lying
around for this special Prince ipod.
cuz everyone and their mom went to the save the beatrice party.
ive seen like 10 different blogs about it, but gave u the one.
cuz i know u've always wondered what an asian chick
boning all of the presidents looks like.
cuz shes my favorite.
my girl, sasha grey gives a good face.
cuz 42 minutes with mike tyson
probably is an interesting 42 minutes.
cuz whoever believed the hotelicopter was real is a dork.
hamtaro.
weirds.
i fell upon this looking up some shit,
and by far the strangest social profiling.
check out the browse section.
they categorize in the oddest ways,
like:
ferrari owner
gastric bypass
parent of 6 kids or more
once married to a second cousin
and by far the strangest social profiling.
check out the browse section.
they categorize in the oddest ways,
like:
ferrari owner
gastric bypass
parent of 6 kids or more
once married to a second cousin
interview.
i just discovered interview's video archives..
theyre amazing.
heres a few favs.
i just enjoy the ambient music to couple with slasher films.
good song, son.
i forgot what a hot lezzie jena malone was.
in other areas:
i need these bras!
10 April 2009
um this is the most amazing thing.
Pride & Prejudice and Zombies.
um i sooooo need to have this.
like seriously going to get it tomorrow.
07 April 2009
06 April 2009
pain.
I feel the pain of a father passing as if it were my own.
I'm not sure why but death always weighs upon my heart in such a way.
04 April 2009
03 April 2009
02 April 2009
01 April 2009
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