Grind With Care

This show came up in a very Brazilian conversation with Carolina. I watched it every day when TV was raising me!

Then she gave me the sizzle on baile funk in Brazil: "hosa tucarinho" (sp?) means, "We grind with care."

Sweet and Sweaty!!!

Here are some pics from !!! last Tuesday. Best audience ever, fabulous ass-shaking, and crowd-band interaction. There are several more that I'll probably post to Flickr when the inspiration befalls me.

Tornado? I'm So Excited !!!

It's raining in Pittsburgh, putting an end to a nasty heat wave. Fruit flies need not apply. Cellphones are so impersonal, and the removal and addition of contacts can symbolize many things--breakups, makeups, hookups, new friends. Then there's the acquisition of numbers which become too many numbers to ever call them all, so they just take up space. A warm piece of plastic rests against my thigh, inhaling and exhaling, sending out noncommittal bleeps and buzzes, always nagging.

So I decided to throw my cellphone into the Allegheny this morning. It was a magnificently liberating moment, watching the mechanic, unseemly toy escape from my fingers and collide with the choppy, dynamic surface of the river before being swallowed completely.

And then I woke up to none other than...a text message! [Forced re-entry to] reality blows.

However, the day is ripe. Drew and I are going to see !!! tonight at Rex Theatre. Tonight's event proceeds many nights last summer in Fill's living room, when Drew and I, blind to the world, oscillated wildly to "Hello? Is This Thing On?"

Hell yeah it's on, turn it up!

Warm Leatherette

Saints preserve us! Trent Reznor covered this song and whereas before, I did not take well to Nine Inch Nails, this video hath made a believer of me. And I think I, Sassy Jones, am going to cover it too.

Not only is the song SIIIICK to begin with, but NIN is the latest in a line-up of electromusicians to cover it. I first heard the Chicks on Speed version, then more recently Giddle and Boyd (left) covered it. They're insane and I love it! Thanks for the tip, Nick and Emma. This music fits you like leatherette in a car wreck.

Future Roach Material

That's an Irvine Welsh creation. I'm almost halfway through Trainspotting and it gets juicier and meatier and scummier with each chapter. The characters are hi-larious, especially when they get introspective or start whining about interpersonal male conflicts, the same ones I thought not to exist. Reminds me of , Boyfights.

On Saturday Sam and I sat in his room, paralyzed by humidity, and listened to Da Drought 3. My favorite songs are "I Can't Feel My Face" and "Upgrade U".

"Lil' Wayne is the greatest rapper in the world." -Lil' Wayne

Well there's a clear conflict of interest above, but I'd agree that currently Lil' Wayne is the greatest rapper in the world. Others would concur:


Lil' Wayne knows a simile when he spits one. He's not starting a revolution with his music, rather he's making better versions of other people's songs and slapping the world in the face with them. This formula works for him on Da Drought 3, evidence that Weezy has the game on lock, and not by doing anything extraordinary with rap music, but by highlighting the inadequacy of his competition. What a dick.

Eventually, Sam and I arrived at this: In middle school you're too self-conscious, and in college you're not self-conscious enough.

Hey yinz, Primanti Bros. is 75 years old! They had a big ole bash in the Strip on Saturday to commemorate. As I watched it from a distance under a tarp, I ate some pad thai from this awesome family's truck, alternatively drawing, reading Trainspotting, getting sauce all over Trainspotting, getting sauce on the drawing (miraculously, I came out sauce-free). Saturday is my favorite day of the week.

Dank like a summer night in Atlanta and humid as hell's sauna, this weekend was perfect for 40s on the stoop, 40s on the fire escape, the buzz within and without, crickets shacking up, butterflies slapping their wings in the dark and dancing inside a fizzy tummy. Summer, thanks a bunch.

How bout them fake apples?

Ah wis leafing throah sabirspace win ah came acroos this. Ah sais tae masel, "Ah lurve em!"



Green: Interns. These are kiddies here for the summer to leech off us and pad their CVs. Also, just FYI, a green badge is usually synonymous with "easy lay." As my friend Misha likes to say, there's nothing like some overwhelmed, wide-eyed Yale undergrad who's here in Mountain View for the summer, totally lost and innocent and tighter than a carpenter's clenched fist. And the blowjobs! Vot eta da! These girls from college give them out like free mints at the restaurant. First date? Kiss goodnight? Nah. How about a blowjob instead? Then a slurpy swallow, big smile, all proud of herself, a quick peck on the cheek and she leaps out of the car and runs into her shitty apartment complex. Heaven!



A kto eta? Eta Ruslana Korshunova! Buyla Russkoi modyelyu kotoraya umerla v New Yorkye.

Rave Till You're Blind

Yo yo yo yo yo! Life is awesome for the following reasons:

1.Finished this book.

About 10 pages in and I stopped agreeing with Satter for the remainder of the book. His anecdotes are imitable, his suspicion, blinding, and his thesis, inconclusive. He purports from the beginning that administrative ineptitude, corruption, and a resulting moral vacuum in Russia's "soul" (bullshit) are responsible for her inevitable rule by dictator. We belabored this same argument in Soviet Union in WW2 and it still nags me, begging the questions 'Is Russia really doomed?' and 'Are we as doomed as Russia?'


2.Started this book.

After seeing the movie and reading the script, I bought this and 2 other of Irvine Welsh's novels, Glue and Porno, the follow-up to Trainspotting. I'm on page 43 and the plot is up and hoppin' already. The phonetic Scottish slang dialect doesn't even faze me anymore. I love books!!!!


3.Got these shoes.
From Beacon's online. New guilty guilty guilty pleasure since I went to Brooklyn and shopped there 2 days later. I'm gonna whip them out for fall like whoa.


4.No longer jealous of Balenciaga.

Just when you thought Balenciaga could go no more angular, they etched from a block of vinyl these cage-like "dresses" that the ugly-no-not-model-ugly-just-straight-up-UGGZ wearer seems rightfully displeased to sport.

Unless she's wondering where her period went.

Those satiny, exposed framework pantsuits of last spring were pretty groundbreaking for a house that traditionally favors more sensual, form-following lines.

This, however, simply gross.


5.Maybe Satter was right after all.

Read about the Moscow rave that left 61 people blind!

Our America: What Independence Means to Me

by Tommy
3rd Grade

When I think about independence I think about Britney Spears. She is from a small town in Louisiana but she became famous when she was only a kid like me. She went all around the world singing and dancing for everyone because they loved her so much.

Then my mom took away my sister's Britney Spears poster and we started seeing her on the news. Mom would try and change the channel but dad said No they'll hear it at school anyway. We did hear it at school.

Billy Brandon said his dad threw out his Britney Spears CD on account of him not raising a featherbottom. And Melissa who smells and is stupid and I don't like it when she tries to kiss me said her mom only lets her listen to Hannah Montana because she's a Christian.

So as I was saying Britney Spears was independent and showing the world what America is all about. Having fun and making mistakes and repeating them after you say Oops which makes it okay. Also, she says to support our president no matter what. Our president is like Britney Spears because he is from a small town in the South and my mom also says the South is a place that time forgot about. And high-jean.

The president and Britney Spears do not have any time since they are always on TV giving speeches and sometimes Britney is asleep on the sidewalk while people take pictures. Probably because she is so tired.

Sometimes I wonder if the news is laughing at her to alleviate the hopelessless of tracing the demise of a gluttonous society whose cultural and economic heyday vanishes at the hands of a once-hailed corrupt leader.

Anyway, Billy Brandon and me would agree that independence and America and Britney Spears are very much alike since all 3 can make a comeback and everyone will love them again.

Just whatever you do, don't fall asleep while you're dancing.

The End.

Independence, Hale Yeah

I'm in Philadelphia visiting the most amazing girl in the world, my best friend Netta. Together with Andy, we've set out to malign Craig'sList with "Missed Connection" posts. We've been making eye contact with EVERYONE in an attempt to rouse a fleeting sense of communion with a stranger. Loads of fun for us! Netta and I went to Steve Madden where I met Francisco, a saucy shoe salesman who "appreciated my energy." After that we went to Penn's Landing and ate Belgian fries with the guidos who had migrated north to the birth of liberty. We lounged on a bench at Rittenhouse Square and solicited more MCs. Philly has some gorgeous Jewish men, noncommittal Nantucketeers, and fabulously svelte FabMo-Agyness Deyn wannabe couples. We walked back to West Philly while discussing The Ex-Boyfriend and the regrettable hypocrisy in knowing your garcon du jour is mid-break-up with another girl. We found ugliness travels in circles, and, like a former friend from middle school professed via Internet, "karma will be a bigger bitch then [sic] I will ever have to be."

And now we close the evening with Trevor-by-day I Married My High School Sweet Heart, the laptop genius of which formed timely electronica ballads of heartbreak (duh) and ANGST. Teenage Angst, gross!!!