August 2011
July 2011
GOOD THING I BOUGHT THOSE PLATFORM SHOES. THEY SURE HAVE BEEN USEFUL KILLING ALL THE VERMIN I’M LIVING WITH.
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Question:
Would I get expelled from NYU if I go to Bobst Library and track down a certain ex-boyfriend (—who is probably sitting on the third floor by the magazines cause that’s where we’d always sit. And right now he’s probably writing about grunge cause he’s a dumbass wannabe music journalist that doesn’t give a shit about anything that actually matters in the world. He...
“Johns and Rauschenberg, for example, understood the idea central to the Woman...”
– John Elderfield
“How is it that, despite the complexity of AbEx, its reputation has boiled down...”
– Amy Sillman, “AbEx and Disco Balls,” Artforum Summer 2011
Never drinking again. Ever. Ever. Ever.
I mean it this time. This time is REAL.
a q&a with Joanna Newsom
Q: This feels like a big drinking record. What's your poison?
A: Oh, just Franzia blush wine, from about 10:30 a.m. onward. But I should mention that I am taking your definition of poison literally.
Q: Your lyrics often make me feel as if I need to go back to college and pick up a few extra degrees. Do you write with a stack of encyclopedias at your side or do all these things just come out of your head?
A: Well, I write with a stack of encyclopedias at my side, but, to be fair, I need something to set my box of Franzia on.
A Pegging Haiku
longeaux:
microwaves:
heyslutniceshoes:
Young girls of the world
Do it, fuck your boyfriend’s ass
Just go do it man
lolll
For Vinny
Allegedly...
I’m on the Masthead for the most recent issue of Art in America? FUCK YEAH.
Save the Summer 2011:
Drink more, do more, don’t wait for invitations. Go places (real places), sit in the sun, read a book that isn’t for your senior thesis. Get drunk at a dive bar for the first time in a long time. Go dancing, go swimming. Meet a stranger. Make ridiculous plans. Go running, go walking with someone you love but you’re not in love with. Go to the Met and cry in front of Van...
Holy Moly, you gotta be jokin’.
“Summer 2011: Passin’ Like a Kidney Stone”
– Official Summer 2011 Slogan, Inspired by the Tribulations of Will McAndrew (Sorry, hottiewiddabeard)
Pig-Pink
Staring at the pig-pink flesh of your rolling back, I wonder how many wars have been fought - - how many battles breached, On the sinewy contours of a pock marked mountain. I wonder how the miniature militiamen traverse, With bayonets, three pointed hats - - and silver buckled shoes met by blue breeches. Where do they go in the darkness - - when the battle stops and starts and wains? What hiding...
“Here and there on earth we may encounter a kind of continuation of love in which...”
– Nietzsche, The Gay Science, Aphorism 14
i hate this fucking girl.
