July 28, 2008
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding Read more…
July 22, 2008
I spent this past weekend in Chicago, Illinois for the annual Pitchfork festival, the nation’s best summer music festival. Besides the great line-up of artists, Pitchfork covers all the bases of the top-notch outdoor festival, satisfying a finicky gal concerned with sustainability and quality: a spacious location close to the Read more…
July 13, 2008
Sub Pop festival (Redmond) The best night you can spend with a bunch of teenagers (Seattle Center) “Your countenance shines brighter than the midday sun.” (Downtown) Extreme thrills. Seattle Center-style. The Space Needle. Just a thing to put on post cards. (Seattle Center) The octopus’s Karmann Gia (10th Avenue E) Read more…
April 11, 2008
After some deliberation, I decided I’d hit Bangkok’s Patong area and take in some of its vibrant nightlife options. Being settled on Khaosan and quite bored with its offerings, it makes no sense that be stricken to its boundaries in the evening. But a venture into Patong, the city’s red Read more…
January 25, 2008
As a longtime fan of Will Oldham and all his incarnates, I wanted to pay homage to the man with felt, embroidery floss and vintage railroad curtains I’ve had sitting around for years. Using the picture from his film, Old Joy, I drew the pattern. I hadn’t drew freehand in Read more…
January 21, 2008
South of the Border. I have long seen these bumper stickers growing up in suburban New York. Being a fan of nonsensical roadside attractions, I had to appease my curiosity and make the swerving merge from the left lane to exit. The time of our visit was perfect: dusk in Read more…
June 14, 2007
he was in Iowa with us in all the nothingness in the dark the subtle horizon of corn fields light like a horror show he was in the air sandwiched between two semi’s our headlights illuminating his name him crawling out the grey holes alive again how we had knew Read more…
