"Telling myself its not as hard, hard, hard as it seems."

Spent my days with a woman unkind,
Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine.

Made up my mind to make a new start,
Going to California with an aching in my heart.

Someone told me theres a girl out there
With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.

Took my chances on a big jet plane,
Never let them tell you that they're all the same.

The sea was red and the sky was grey,
Wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today.

The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake
As the children of the sun began to awake.

Seems that the wrath of the gods
Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow;
I think I might be sinking.

Throw me a line if I reach it in time
Ill meet you up there where the path
Runs straight and high.

To find a queen without a king;
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings, la la la la.

Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn
Tryin to find a woman whos never, never, never been born.

Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams,
Telling myself its not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.

My Mouseketeer Hat Is On Drugs!!!

This just in:

Wow, this is the best quote I've seen in a long time. Thank you, America, for giving a microphone and a message to every idiot who wants it bad enough.

Justin Timberlake on his new album "FutureSex/LoveSounds" - (nice fucking name, by the way, moron)

"I wanted (the album) to look to a time when everything was really sexy," he says. "Maybe everybody was coked up, but who cares? It was hot. It was all about sex."














Wow, that's deep.

Here's a first: I can't think of one single response to this. It stands on its own, glowing and dripping in a syrup-sweet pool of idiocy.

Where We're Going We Don't Need Roads...

By the way, chums. I've been doing some thinking lately.

Shit has *got to* get better. Pronto.

And I think the only way to do it is to start making some changes.

So stick around. Things could get interesting.

Born To Be Mild

Check out this bozo.















This was moments before he found out mom and pop took away his phone.

"How Rude!"

Hi there True Believers,

Not much to report this week, I'm afraid. I did attend a lovely art opening at my friend BJ's studio. He's doing some amazing sculpture work for some historical fixtures that will eventually find their way into museums. I went into DUMBO Brooklyn for it, checked out some great sculptures, had some Brie sandwiches, drank some cold Buds, avoided a massive rainstorm and then went to dinner with a bunch of buddies. I had stuffed chicken, filled with olives, spinach and sun-dried tomatoes. Tasty treats.

This evening I went to see Jeremy Enigk. It was refreshing for so many reasons. I've been feeling relatively passionless lately. Kind of numb. But when he played, I was bobbing to the rhythm like a mall punk at a secret acoustic death cab for cutie concert.

But honestly, that guy plays with an voice you don't hear everywhere. And, I mean, he's got a fantastic *voice*, but I'm talking about his "voice" - the distinct and original feeling you get when you hear him. He hasn't made a solo album in over 10 years, but he still sold out the Bowery Ballroom, and with good reason. His songwriting is priceless. It has a naturally imbedded theatricality that just captures you every time. Doesn't matter if I'm 18 or 28, it roots you where you stand. That doesn't happen often for me. And I'm not sure I'd enjoy it if it happened with any other songwriter, but it works for Jeremy.

At any rate, it's late and I have to go to sleep now. I'm supposed to go to the beach tomorrow. We'll see, I have my doubts it will ever happen.

Sorry this wasn't very funny. You'll see over time that I'm not always funny, and in fact, most of the time I'm not. Yeah, it's a world of disappointment you're about to jump into.

Well, in the spirit of being even mildly amusing, here is a picture of one of the Olsen Twins (does it matter which one? does it really fucking matter?) wearing a Metallica "Damage, Inc." t-shirt. But wait - that's not evening the funniest part! Any mallrat with a debit card can get a Metallica shirt at Sam Goody. But what's amazing to me is not the picture, the shirt, or even the Olsen involvement. No, it's the title of the picture, which is how I found it in the first place. The picture is called, "You're Not Alowed." I think all art should have a disclaimer like that.

Anyway, here' s the offending picture. Do you think even knows who or what a Pushead is? I just love the idea that an Olsen has angst or inner conflict over anything except what Prada garbage bag to use or what kind of sushi to throw up. They are fascinating little beasts.

My Month of August - In Pictures!

Work:
















Tubing:











King of Beers:
























An Audience with The Prince:















The Beach:













Personality Juice:























Sunny Day Real Estate Agent:


























More work:
















Lost Angeles:




























Road Trip:














San Francisco:



























Labor Day Weekend:
















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