Saturday, December 4, 2010

Fridays In the Bathroom

My head is killing me, my girlfriend of three years left and went to Tennessee; Saturday will be better. It always is. I just have to keep my mind on the unimportant things like small amounts of drugs, bicycles, and oysters.

I think I made the coffee too strong and I have to grab a train.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

When Will We Learn to Be Better


When will we learn to treat each other better? Things seem so final, because they are.

Do you remember my first apartment? The terrible bed I made all by myself. I was proud of that bed and my quiet life. Then I met you, and things got better. Then got worse, then they got better again.

We decided to rent a small one bedroom and one night while we were getting high in our new place, we put up paint tiles as decoration in our kitchen and over our bed. We were really happy then. It was brief, but we were happy.

I'm sorry that I didn't love you correctly. I abused our love and forgot about all of the little memories we shared; skipping class to have sex and cook dinner, medium rare pancakes. My crazy roommate.

I'm going to miss you so much. I wish I could be there when you finally realize what it is you're looking for out of life. I would say that we could be friends, but we know how that goes.

Good luck in Tennessee.

I love you.


P.S. I'm sorry this is so sad. Hopefully this will cheer you up.


Monday, November 29, 2010

Top My Blog


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Friday, August 20, 2010

Newish Blogs





You Were Loved is a Tumblr blog that celebrates celebrities from the yesteryear. It's updated infrequently, so add it to your Google Reader to check for updates.


Dysfunctional Beginnings is a new blog by Jessica Lipman that allows you to post your own stories about dysfunctional upbringings. It's a very new blog, so get your submissions in before it blows the fuck up. Here's the contact page for more information.



Saturday, March 27, 2010

Broken Windows


I am appreciative that you have semi-nice teeth. They do not belong to me anymore, but that does not mean that I cannot marvel at them. While we're on the subject, I'm also very appreciative that you have semi-nice skin too.

I remember once someone said that you looked like a Russian doll made of porcelain; I agree, but I am not a fan of porcelain. It cracks far too easy and I couldn't imagine falling in love with a face that needed to be handled with such delicate care.


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I'm going to be taking a break for a little while to work on other projects. Thanks for reading.




Wednesday, March 17, 2010

I'm Not an Idiot, I Just Know How to Spell.



I wonder if sleepwalking makes sleeping with someone justifiable in the same way that the right mixture of alcohol, dim lighting, and lonely people do? But then you'd have to explain why you started the car, took money out of the atm, walked into the bar and began flirting.
(As a general rule of thumb, you only flirt with the ones that will most definitely sleep with you. )



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Monday, March 8, 2010

Brain Games


I'm super busy.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Burkett St. Conversations


"Have you seen the way he fucking looks at you?"

"Ughh...it's fucking gross."

"Is he retarded?"

"No, I think it's like Autism or something."

"Yeah, that's it. Autism."

"What are we doing tonight?"

"I don't know but if I run into that retard, I'm going to fuck his brains out, and not call him the next day."

"You're great."

"I know."

Pork Pies-(Antichrist)


Don't be a Turd Ferguson and take me to the movies. I'll pack the beers, you make the sandwiches, and don't forget a magazine for the train ride. If we split up, forget my number and call me in the morning.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Be Good to Your Neighbor(s)


Keep in mind how beautiful it is outside. Although it may rain today (it might even snow in about a day or two) this is all temporary. Spring is coming sooner than you think and it'll be time to skate, date and procreate. There will be trips and bike rides, bars and swimming pools (maybe). There's so much to be psyched about, so much to be hopeful for. Enjoy the misery that is winter for now, because I assure you it all be over rather quickly and you'll soon long for the days when you wanted to stay in bed for fear that you may never dig your car out of the snow or cuddle just one hour longer. Au Revoir winter. Adios my friend.
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If you missed my appearance on Jon Dugan's The Big Surprise last week, here's the podcast.

Also be sure to listen to Mr. Dugan's show at 6pm on:


Ten Dollar Withdrawal-(The Cove)


You may fondly remember the past due balance of that affair: It's been rolling around my thoughts for quite sometime and because of that man at the bank, I can recall it quite well. His Gallagher-esque appearance and dangly cross earring, was enough for me to remember that you loved to eat tuna before before bed. I can even remember how your hot breath escaped the whiskers of your handlebar moustache as we hit flesh to flesh. Thank you for that trip into the city. Thank you for that movie.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Bed Times, Car Accidents, and Aunt Patty the Lesbian-(Where the Wild Things Are)



As an adult you read to me like a child. I didn't understand the language. I didn't understand the culture of rebellion: Why on Earth would a young boy run away from a hot meal? Why would he surround himself with monsters? Most importantly why would you always read this to me before we slept together? I do not consider literature--even children's literature--as a proper aphrodisiac, so why this book? Why even this movie?

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Bent Joints- (The Fantastic Mr. Fox)


There is another ticket that accompanies this one. I don't have it and I never will. You have it. You probably threw it away though without realizing it's significance. You alway's threw things like that away: greeting cards, notes, drawings on the inside covers on spiral bound books; everything. I never did like you for that.

Monday, March 1, 2010

New Series-At The Movies




I save everything: scraps of paper, old pictures, vhs tapes--I mean everything. This series is specifically about collecting movie stubs. It will be updated daily and it should be just like going to the movies. Check back tomorrow for more.






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Thursday, February 25, 2010

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Please Pardon This Interruption:



I'll be back in a week, but make sure you visit: http://community.hearnewbrunswick.com/ for Jon Dugan's show the Big Surprise. I'll be on it Thursday night at 6pm if you want to hear more about the picture above and the project I'm working on with Naqeeb.



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Saturday, February 20, 2010

Weekend Reading List

Pick-up these articles of rad so you could have a sick weekend--I know I will.





1. Addressse Unknown- Author Unknown -csothbeg144.wordpress.com

2. Forgotten Grin- Marissa Paternoster - forgottengrin.blogspot.com

3. Carne Asada-Naqeeb Stevens/ John Sullivan - anqbs.tumblr.com

P.S. We're going to be on Hear New Brunswick this Thursday, so if you're interested in everything that's cool, please give it a listen, we'll make you laugh--I swear.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Mixtape: "+2" by Naqeeb Stevens


1. "Swim" - Surfer Blood
2. "Red Ford Radio" - U.S. Girls
3. "For Ex-Lovers Only" - Black Tambourine
4. "Exhibit C" - Jay Electronica
5. "Save Da Trap" - Yo Gotti
6. "Lifted" - Lemonade
7. '81 - Joanna Newsome
8. "Metal On Your Skin" - Emily Reo
9. "Teenage Whore" - Dinosaur Feathers
10. "Janko" - Currency

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http://www.anqbs.tumblr.com

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Torvald's Younger Brother Steven


"Why are we smiling like this?"


"I don't know, why?"


"Because I could think of ten other things to do--don't touch me"


"I'm not, he told us to to pose this way."


"Well I didn't forget, so don't touch me."


"Forget what--Oh, that."


"Yeah"


"I'm sorry."


"Just smile."

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Guest Blog-Alan Cano


She always came to see me. Each time she arrived she complained about how I never make the trek to see her. It was pretty unfair but she was right. One weekend I said "fuck it" and told her I would go where ever she wanted me to go. She had a beach house in Margate. I havent been that far down the shore in 11 years. I owed it to her out of guilt and because it would result in sex.

The houses floated in a bay. Probably the coolest house I've ever been in. Pigeons were replaced with seagulls and grass extended out where cement would be. It was pretty cold that day considering it was spring. I have never been in a house like that. I didn't even know they had houses like that. You have to take your time when youre in that house. When you move it moves. if you drop something when you're outside, it's gone.

It didn't have a basement, but the roof made up for it. The patio chairs weren't set up that day, but you could put a towel down and just lay on it. I didn't. I don't need anymore color, but you could if you wanted to. I brought my camera. I didn't know anything about taking photos at that time, so I just pointed and shot. Had I known then what I know now, I'm pretty sure I would have made multiple masterpieces, my portfolio would have been sick and I could have had an awesome show in the New Museum. Maybe that's wishful thinking, but you can do an entire series of photos standing on that roof. It was magical.

I'll never go back there. I can't. She left me half-way through the summer, and rightfully so. She would come up to me all the time, and I never made the time to go down to where she was. Our relationship wasn't the longest one, but I'll always remember that weekend I went down to her floating home and hung out with her on the roof.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

It's In Fact Quite The Opposite


With air quotes raised high into the sky, he mentioned that he was known to be a bit of a partier.

Monday, February 15, 2010

In-Studio Recording-Women


Absolutely one of my favorite bands from '09. Here is a live session and free download courtesy of CBC Radio 3. Enjoy.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Valentimes










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Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Le Turd

Smile. You're a complete fraud and everyone knows it. I've heard you speaking Spanish to the busboys and the girls at the register--you don't fool me.

You're not toned enough, you're not poor enough. Give up the ghost.

Mars


It's snowing outside. Let's build a snowman together.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Bear


It may be true that we share this life, but I never expected to share each other's nightmares too. Somewhere in the middle of the night, I'd pass my fears of failure to you while you were asleep. I wonder if it was the way we slept? Perhaps our brains were too close to one another, perhaps we were too involved with one another to realize that we were not entirely fit to be adults. We were playing house--acting as if we were fit to play the role of a grown-up; throwing keys, and spending money on things we couldn't afford.

There was some sort of fabric that kept us together, but I can't exactly call it love, maybe it's called dependency. It held long enough for us to realize that just because our bodies were designed for each other, perhaps our minds were not the ones fit for living this kind of life.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Bunny Ears

You've got quite set on you. Everyone knows this, everyone wants specifically this from you. I don't. I'd rather talk about the weather or how to get rid of stains or spots.

And no I've never imagined spending a life with you. I couldn't imagine disappearing with you either. That's a dull life anyway. I want to dress up and dance. I would rather this than anything else.

Pick five of your favorite records, I'll pick my own. I have a few in mind. I won't tell you them now.

And when we decide which gets played first, your's or mine, I want to forget everyone else and lose my shit with you.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Be Still Cody

This is really a day's game. It's like growing a beard. You have to take it one day at a time, otherwise you'll start thinking too far ahead and planning your beard's future. After a few days of this kind of thinking, you'll end up cutting it off. Then you'll regret it everyday afterward.

Take it as it comes.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Laura Loves Rocky


The girl across from me is eating from a bag of sunflower seeds. The way she eats them creates this rhythm: the sound of her hand entering the plastic bag; then the sound her lips make as she separates the shell from the nut. There's also the occasional crack from when her teeth break apart the shell, and of course, the sound her larynx makes as she swallows it.

It all sounds long and laborious, but it happens very quick and very succinctly, as if she were a symphony.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

16/2


When we went to the zoo I didn't expect him to try and kiss me. I certainly didn't expect him to take his dick out either. I asked him about his moustache in front of the sea lion tank. We talked a bit about experimental facial hair and how it looks good on boys, then he did it.
He asked me to show him what was beneath my Levi's. I did and as soon as I pulled it out, his tongue was in my mouth. I guess this was a first date.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Golden Slumbers


There is something lifeless about his eyes. I know they aren't open, but when they were they gave the impression that he was never actually present. How could he be? He just sits all day, in that same spot, watching the same television; wasting away. He does this everyday for hours on end.

I like to think that while he is physically wasting away in that leather coffin of his, he's really doing complicated mathematics, or mentally figuring out his taxes. I hope he's doing my taxes because I have no idea how to.


Saturday, January 30, 2010

Flyers

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