Sharpeworld is the perfect POP antidote to productivity. Featuring gobs of fascinating featurettes like a gallery of Realtor Portraiture. (submissions welcome), a featured MP3 "you always giggle falsely" by raymond and peter from an amazing album titled 'shut up little man!' that documents the screaming fights between two drunken old welfare bats living in a san francisco apartment together (as heard and recorded by their next door neighbor). Immerse yourself in a grab bag section featuring links to things like a Columbia grad student's dissertation documenting the history of prefab houses, an enraged fax from Hunter s. Thompson regarding a 'whore-faced pissing contest' Jerry Seinfeld sneakily roped him into. (via bifurcated rivets) the U.S. army's online coloring book, and a Finnish disco lesson with a party at the end to show you how get-down the moves look in action (quicktime movie)
12:28 PM :
Thursday, June 27, 2002
It was one of those angst ridden 4 grande caramel macchiato espresso con panna caff� latte I'm shaking now so don't get on my nerves I think I need anger management I'm picturing the duct tape on your mouth buzzing flourescent lights kind of days. So, to calm my nerves I left work early and watched Splendor In The Grass with Warren Beatty and Natalie Wood. The part where Natalie's in the bath tub screaming 'Did He Spoil Me Momma?' I was so wrecked. I bet Elia Kazan's working title was Hyperbole and Neurosis.
9:40 PM :
Wednesday, June 26, 2002
Lena Lovich - I Think We're Alone Now
10:28 PM :
Slice of life or may I kiss you on the lips micro-naut boy? Post gym-late dinner at Johnny Mango's. Simple unpretentious food, giant portions of rice, beans, veggies and other whole foods. Slightly tropical atmosphere, friendly waitresses and a delicious apple-carrot concoction. Damn heatwave, people are wilting from rotational brown-outs, my restlessness demands a walk around the city. Passing shops, I can see my reflection, the apple cherry glow of the 'dart-inn' blinking bullseye sign, 'Liquor' illuminates my hot as hell halo. Darkened rooms, the fan spins at home, my dog is stretched out on the floor waiting.
10:22 PM :
Well, as Gay Pride Day approaches and the nipple clamps tighten, I'm going to throw off all negativity as if it were a Century 21 shawl and appreciate what progress we have made, even in the land of neutery second bananas and laugh tracks. Freshness from La Dolce. Happy Gay Day. Richard Goldstein examines the BUTCH-UP and other such items from the Village Voice Gay Issue.
11:28 AM :
Tuesday, June 25, 2002
Hell yea! The Vinyl Killer provides hours of family fun. The portable VW van propels itself around your favorite vinyl and amplifies the sound through a portable speaker. Woo Hoo!
I know a little about reading habits. A few years ago, I worked as a 'young adult' para-professional librarian for a local public library. (aka someone who doesn't have an MLS degree) A great gig between undergraduate school and grad school that paid an embarrassingly large salary. Curiously enough, the most stolen and widely circulated book was 'The Satanic Bible'. Rarely did anyone ever request the infamous 'Anarchist Cookbook' which never circulated.
5:33 PM :
Monday, June 24, 2002
Whoa, Mom. I know they're tasty, but when you walk around the park with a Chocalicious Black Dick Popsicle it makes the rest of us feel really uncomfortable.
...Ooops, I'm sorry, just checking out some low-rent art and culture from my favorite stinker zine Vice. Gotta love those fashion do's and don'ts guides, disco punks and other shit. Most view this!
4:57 PM :
Sunday, June 23, 2002
Apple pie cooking and kamasutra training. Falling asleep on the couch in the summer heat. Cooling off with iced jasmine tea and a bowl of sweet salty vietnamese soup. The hum of air conditioning units and conversation. A new machine at last, I'm not wistful about the past, traded up for space, speed and design. Updating essential programs, the process of transferring files is tedious, time consuming, virtual entities whizzing by from one virtual area to another. And it feels like Koyaanisqatsi this whirling chaos, we are either action or inaction, we are in movement now, transgenic meta-pet. Select all ephemera, cut and paste. Meanwhile back at the martini ranch, (insert transition here). Flexi-discs are unforgiving, but the scratches make me feel all warm and fuzzy, you won't mind the bumps and skips, trust me. I'll post some LO-FI rarities this week.
8:53 PM :
