thusly:

23 Jun 09 ∞

nudawn:

brianvan:
2009
1. this looks like jared. B. i bet money he’s done this before.

1. i think it’s vinnie gallo. B. couldn’t tell ya if i’ve done that before because it’s the sort of thing i would only do while blasted/i spit meanness, not precious alcohols.

brianvan:

2009

1. this looks like jared. B. i bet money he’s done this before.

1. i think it’s vinnie gallo. B. couldn’t tell ya if i’ve done that before because it’s the sort of thing i would only do while blasted/i spit meanness, not precious alcohols.

23 Jun 09 ∞

Back in Coney Island, baby! Cyclones vs. Renegades, just some minor league action.

23 Jun 09 ∞

By default the mind is determined to find an external order with which it will meaningfully interact. Whenever I, whoever I am in relation to this mind, get small glimpses of the possible extent of the randomness and meaninglessness of the world and my ultimate isolation in it, it cripples me. I have to drag my mind and body through the world, pulling in pieces of the world, until some interesting pattern inspires the momentum that makes this movement effortless and self sustaining… I suspect that some people can continue to function while keeping this meaninglessness constantly present, but I don’t think I have met any of them. Have you? Is this the goal or the end of goals? I know that place with its absence of meaning exists in me, but for now I step carefully around it. When I stumble into it, I am never certain I will get back out again

An amazing comment posted by Mumblelard in response to this. (via mills)

it’s not a goal because herein there is no need for goals (q: what is the sound of one hand clapping? a: it is the sound of one hand clapping). practice divesting the mind of its tricks and it’s tabula rasa time all over again, WHEEEEEE!!!!!

23 Jun 09 ∞

onefootinthegrave:loudpop:

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22 Jun 09 ∞

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gin soaked boy

-tom waits

album: swordfishtrombones (1983)

22 Jun 09 ∞

schlitz lamp

22 Jun 09 ∞

jaguar lamp

22 Jun 09 ∞

Kickin’ back in the back patio at the Hudson hotel. Mojitos and mimosas.

22 Jun 09 ∞

Shoveling down free hotdogs and $3 buds at rudy’s in hell’s kitchen. I’m pretty sure they haven’t changed the interior since the 60’s.

21 Jun 09 ∞

134th and 7th, free bombay sapphire until 9 and live raga/jazz/afrobeat/funk/reggae all night.

21 Jun 09 ∞

Late brunch in the l.e.s. With the brother and S.O.-unit, artichoke-truffle dip, mussels, mushroom risotto, chicken something for cuckoobrain.

21 Jun 09 ∞

terryblakey:

afghanibanani:

hoarr:

Bob Log III - Six Stringer Kicker

The best one-man band that you’ve never heard of. And yes, that is a jet pilot helmet with a telephone receiver attached to the end of it. This one’s for you, Afghani.

This song’s about being in a one man band and driving around town eating ham from a can.

Personalized posts about canned ham make me horny.

Love it

21 Jun 09 ∞

Dancehall night at the bar by my place. G’yon Rottweilah REWIND, yun filla dun daggerin’ pun dis ya bumbaclot…’ardon mah patois fut gon’ rub’a’dub don dis won stunnah.

20 Jun 09 ∞

while shopping at target tonight for snacks and apples to apples (which is AWESOME by the way and everyone who considers themself to be creative/smart/whatever should pick it up and start playing it at gatherings) and skip-bo my brother found this dope nightvision awesomeness in the kids’ toys section for $47.00us (1st gen. sensor, no DUH, but so what?!).

fuckin’ thing is AWESOME and i wish i had this when i was a kid; instead of putting a small piece of green paper over my eye to approximate (to others) night-vision capabilities.

sidenote: the supplimental-infrared-illumination leds are visible in this pic because the iphone’s cam is hella receptible to ‘em.