thusly:

27 Feb 10 ∞

osmium:

Bad Brains - Pay to Cum

i wore a bootleg bad brains shirt from forever ago to set yesterday and my entire crew went NUTS. even the camera assistants were like holy crap.

26 Feb 10 ∞

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perfume of a critic’s burning flesh (00:00:28.551 duration (yes, that’s 29 seconds) 278 kbps(vbr))

-naked city: john zorn, yamatsuka eye (boredoms), bill frisell, wayne horvitz, fred frith, joey baron

grrr, ya shitheels

26 Feb 10 ∞

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switchblade (03:13.854 duration, 128 kbps)

-link wray —from the 1993 rhino records re-release of his best from the 50’s and 60’s, rumble

without his direct influence and musical accomplishments, the world would not have the badass rock and roll we have appreciated over the years.

the guy lost a lung in korea and performed well into his seventies. he died a few years back.

more stuff about my link wray appreciation

26 Feb 10 ∞

a new van gogh painting was just discovered

26 Feb 10 ∞

nikography:

buy handmade! then you can be all awesome and sexy like corinne right here. it’s also a nice feeling knowing your money is going directly to a human being. hell yeah.

p.s. i made that cowl!

from last week’s shoot

24 Feb 10 ∞

played around with nik’s 20d a little bit this afternoon

24 Feb 10 ∞

It’s possibly the greatest American novel of the past 25 years. It is unique. Blood Meridian is amazing, because it’s so rigid in its outlook, so committed to its vision, that it does not care about the conflict of the reader who, if sane, has to be uncomfortable.

Aleksandar Hemon on Blood Meridian (and four other books) (via ewilcox)

It’s one of my favorite books of all time. And I read it through as quickly as you can while still allowing time for (disturbed) sleep and work. But I’ll still say it’s a book I was barely able to finish.

(via tragos)

it wasn’t until the 3rd or so read that i finally adjusted my reading skillset to accommodate his writing depth in full. to be perfectly honest, the first time i read the book was like the first time i read shakespeare; an hour of reading would go by, i would have read six pages (each paragraph twice), i could only recall what had occurred on an expositional level —any major depth of what had transpired over any given six pages seemed to fry my neurons as i attempted to wrap my brain around it.

now, 12 or so reads later, i can quote entire passages in the book and all other fiction seems feeble-minded, sophomoric, and half-cocked/slapdash in its psychological meanderings. blood meridian should come with batteries, it takes energy on the reader’s part to actually get through it and get ALL of it (this is no kid’s book, it’s written by a really intelligent adult —for really intelligent adults).

which is to say that the book is a masterpiece of recent fiction and i have read no other book that handles such amazing concepts so easily and no other book as beautifully written.

one last thing. there’s a passage in the book wherein the judge describes war as always here, waiting for men “before man was, war waited for him. the ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.” [pg. 248]
i am of the opinion that the english language itself sat waiting for this author and this novel…

i’ll post some of it later.

23 Feb 10 ∞

nostrich:

staff:

reblog the literally billion photos of these beautiful bloggers!

Hey, Peter, I don’t want to be a dick — really — but literally billions? Literally? I like hyperbole as much as the next guy, but this is literally a lie. I can’t believe that made it past the edit desk. Same mistake on the actual reads page.

I tend to find non-countable uses of this forgivable (“that party was literally off the hook”) but if you’re going to say there are literally billions of photos, there had better be billions of photos.

for fuck’s sake pull the stick out of your ass/unbunch yr panties when you see someone obviously playing fast and loose with the english language for humorous effect (as evidenced by the equally erroneous/absurd usage of billion in the singular).

and yes, literally for the sake of fuck. i happen to be close friends with the entire fuck family and they have told me on many occasions that it’s offensive to their being when people try and act like them (id est like a fuck).

olive branch: i will concede to “handegg” over “football”. all other pedantic disputes will be discussed on a case by case basis. here is a drawing of a spirochete.

22 Feb 10 ∞

in 1906, edvard munch painted a posthumous portrait of friedrich nietzsche.

art is the proper task of life.
-nietzsche

who said germans and norwegians were cold and unfeeling? they may be more formal in their expression, but they are no less moved by beauty than a parisian.

22 Feb 10 ∞

nikography:

threadbanger: DIY for girls and boys and everything in between.

that’s meg with my “big azz” channel lock pliers (yes, that is the actual product name), and corinne with my 28oz estwing wafflehead framing hammer. they provided the mustaches.

from last week’s shoot.

22 Feb 10 ∞

one more outtake, just for kicks

22 Feb 10 ∞

shot meg allen from decor-it-yourself last week, she’s awesome and one of my favorite ppls to shoot.

(background to be pathed out; lighting and hair by yours truly)

22 Feb 10 ∞

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with the vision of addison and steele, as useful as a gazateer and a handy atlas, heralding a calamitous beauty similar to ahab and stubb, with the strength of dunechka and the faith of sonechka, likely imbued with holy joie de vivre by bacchus’ own nysiads, possessing a lineage on par with sheafson and hrothgar, as majestic in their combined undertakings as magellan and elcano, heck … if one were to take equal parts jane goodall and lhamo döndrub and spin their dna with a splash of schopenhauer’s mischief, husserl’s detachment, crick’s mind-shattering reach, and watteau’s skill in rendering the liminal and lush beauty we humans drift past whilst grinding nose in thought and work…

aye, what is to be said about the happy flowers other than the fact that mr. anus and mr. horribly-charred-infant [mr. hci] formed a band in ye olde virgina state back ‘round 1983 which went on to thunderously reopen “american music” beyond the mere primal scream and equally prevalent bubbly tactics of “popular” offerings at the time, thereby inoculating a now-fetid populous with a sort of satori … id est creating a tapestry wherein humans felt anew synæsthesia, and herein chomsky’s referents are not obscured by the fallacy that is “words”. now, while the hoi poloi were tuning their dials and ears towards unintelligible growling and shrieking or cooing and drippy voice-noodlings, mr. anus and mr. hci set forth to channel and then telegraph capital-E Emotions that are known to all. there is no false idol proffered here, there is no soul-fakery in an attempt to increase demographic appeal, they worked tremendously hard to distill their sound and lyrics into the most succinct and codified truths and realities of our human condition.

there is no doubt that their entire archive will reawaken parts of your being long dormant and purposefully shuttered.

offered to you, my fine readers, is their song let’s eat the baby, from the seminal album oof.

21 Feb 10 ∞

tragos:

Another photo from the Bardo visit.

He blinked first.

… lyserg säure diäthylamid allows one to interact with the physical world in new and often phenomenal ways …

21 Feb 10 ∞

vinyl sunday

-listening to run westy run, a minneapolis band that was on sst, while painting trimwork and heating up brownies for cuckoobrain in our new apartment edition