January 2012
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... and we're back!
Sorry for the radio silence. Of all the bad habits I’ve developed as an adult, sitting still and shutting up seems to be the worst of them. Everyone I know seems to be doing something, millions of somethings, all the time at a rate that I find terrifying. I used to be prolific as fuck. During my MTV heyday, I was used to churning out 40-45 minutes of stories for airtime each day, in...
October 2011
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August 2011
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Traffic Cops of Baghdad, or, A Loving Rebuttal to...
Four years ago, when a massive case of burn-out and a mild case of PTSD had me stuck on a couch watching the elections as a civilian, I would occasionally have regret pangs about hanging up my spurs whenever I watched two candidates in particular.
One was Barack Obama. The whole narrative of his campaign was epically American. It was raw, uncut, red, white and blue symbolism, the kind that any...
July 2011
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WatchSo I have this rule and it’s the no band past it’s prime rule. Let’s say there’s a band you love and they’re total badass absolute classics. No matter how much you dig the early records, no matter how sick they were at your age, do not, for the love of god, ever ever ever go see them past their prime. It ruins everything. G’n’R with Tommy Stinson and...
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Live fast, die young, fuck you to everyone you...
I’ve been tossing around a whole bunch of ideas about what to write next on here: California stuff, politics stuff, stuff about stuff and stuff. But the untimely death of the late Amy Winehouse kind of forced my hand. My rationale comes in two parts: 1) in my past life, I’d probably be on live TV right now parsing the semiotics of a public casualty and 2) if there has been any...
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A slight return to form
If I had to pinpoint the one over-arching sensation that has defined the last three years of my life, I would definitely pick the passage of time. Or rather the swift passage of time. It was one of those things the old dudes used to bray about when I was a kid: “Where’s the time go?”, “Kids grow up so fast?”, “It’s been that long already?”. I looked at it as a symptom of some greater disease,...
October 2010
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WatchThe year: 1994. Me: Age 16. My Function In Society: Layout and design staff at my high school yearbook. The Application: Photoshop 3.0. 2 months later I had mastered my first marketable computer skill. 3 months later, all of my friends were drinking in Flushing Meadow Park thanks to the fake ID’s I’d bootlegged. Wonder how the liquor store owners on Queens Blvd. explained the...
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