I quit.

I Quit.

Thats it.

house

I am sitting back at the command center. The air dancing inside is brisk. I had no idea summers were this cool toward the end of august in Europe. The city hums. It vibrates with life.  The engines of cars pulsating through the street. Voices ricocheting off of buildings.  having an open window not only lets you hear the city but you also taste it. I taste the cigarettes wafting in and I taste the food being prepared in the cafe directly below me.  When i am at the flat I spend 50% of my time here. It is the room with the most natural light so I eat here and it is where I connect to the outside world so I sit here for that too. The only time I am not sitting here is when i am sleeping. This place is far too big for me. There is so much space that goes unused, and during the day I am hardly here. But then again I think that part of the reason that I spend so little time here is that I don’t really feel like this my house even though I am renting. I feel like a house guest…even more than if it was a hotel. Like, this furniture means something to the owner. The house is filled with memories and and they aren’t mine. While a hotel is also a cabinet of memories they house the memories of faceless strangers. This place has pictures of the family. Keep sakes strewn across the walls. I just feel odd. I feel like I shouldn’t be here in this house. Like I broke in. It is strange living somewhere and owning nothing. Not even the dishes. Nothing but the clothes on my back and this electronic window to the outside world is mine. Totally bizarre.

Tipsy Thoughts

Tomorrow I am going to eat Doughnuts. Lots and lots of Doughnuts.

Learn something New Everyday

Mom don’t bother reading this one.

This is Throbbing Gristle.

They are credited for inspiring a lot of the industrial music that kids in the midwest/germany listen to. They also were really big on samples in the 70s. Interesting little sidenote is that Ian Curtis from Joy Division (a band I really fancy) allegedly called Genesis P-Orridge (lead singer) before he killed himself.

Anyway I just heard about them today while listening to an interview with Genesis P, and decided to youtube them. The first thing that comes up is this song Discipline.  I know this is not supposed to be the response, but I cannot stop laughing when listening to this song. I also love that  it makes me think of Foucault. I think WGS and AAS classes should play this during a class.

Quick Recap of Graff event

Field notes Converted to Blog Notes.

Hip hop did not die…it just moved to Berlin.

Break dancers really like making gestures about ejaculating

Now I understand why there is an all womens graff jam

Rap in german just sounds unpleasant

Seeing the graff battle and seeing people timed while doing a throw-up reminds me of that scene in I’m Gonna Get you Sucka where they time people thieving from a car.

Funny how security people are always brown no matter what country you’re in

NY caps are most popular 2nd is Chicago White Sox…surprising. Go New Era. and Globalization.

Everyone still loves DA Bulls.

I have never thought that the smell of spray paint could be overpowered…I was wrong…smelled good.

Seeing a little graff kid walk up to a “legend” and asking him to tag his black book was really precious.

Kid in the Red Pants

Maybe one of the reasons neon and bright colors  have come back in such a big way  is that it is a response to our generation’s collective feeling of marginalization.  Perhaps we as a generation feel lost and ignored and want to be seen or (scene??) and therefore are drawn to clothes that speak for us.  Perhaps we use red denim to speak because we are losing our capacity to “you know like kinda sorta” make a declarative statement in this era of txt speak and emoticons?

Off to the graffiti Jam.

Questions for a digital Age

How do you know when it is ok to friend the “person you only kinda know but facebook tells you should know” on FB?

Do you pay attention to status updates?

When you untag a photo do you really think it disappears?

Have emoticons replaced our necessity to speak? Will they soon appear on greeting cards?

When you breakup with someone do you unfriend them on facebook or Do you alter the privacy settings so they cannot see your photos?

At what point is checking their pfile not you living in the past/being a weirdo ex?

Would you ever let anyone see your top 25 most played in Itunes?

What does it mean when you give your gf/bf your password?

How often/when do you change your FB profile pic?

What does it mean to have your facebook profile include an obvious kissy kissy photo of you and your sig other?

Am I still cool if I secretly want to do this but with a non-obvious one?

What does it mean when you change it from the kissy kissy photo?

What does it mean to have your relationship status in your profile?

Is poking sexual?

When living with someone do you clear your internet history after every use?

Will I get a wedding invite via facebook in the next five years? yes no maybe?

My life Blah blah blah

My life:

Interviews.

Getting lost.

Using ice cream and greasy food as a substitute for Nicotine

Painting

Skating…thereby realizing I am old(er)

Having no idea if I am budgeting correctly.

Pining for a special someone.

Growing a beard

lots of PBJ and pasta

Sternburg export…60 cent beer.

Ipod making the uhappy face.

Realizing tattoos are the universal “don’t fuck with me” siginifier. great protection

walking on egg shells in my apartment cause my landlord is a nut.

Reading about sex workers.

Ny times…hipsterrunoff…fecaface…naimasnook…stealthysecrets

My Ipod iz DEAD…almost

I was really excited to meet the day’s events with a soundtrack.  I had it all planned. A little Cash, some Modest Mouse, maybe even a little My Bloody Valentine to cap things off. But to my dismay I was never able to make it through.  Actually I had nothing to do with it. In fact, the blame falls on Apple, and what I suspect is their scheme to force you buy new equipment. I swear that their devices have a built in self-detonator to fuck up in two years time.  An Apple product (ipod really) lasting longer than that is Mission Impossible (a funny…cause in that movie things self-destruct).  Recently, as in today and a few days prior, mine has been cramping up.  It will play, and then suddenly (while fully charged) will freeze.  Nothing i do can defrost it. So it just lays there paralyzed until the battery runs out.  It is like seeing a loved one in a coma.  You know the parts are still moving but you cannot get any kind of response.  This is that much more frustrating and frightening because this new computer has 0 tunes on it. Yes it has some new techno bangers, but none of the classics. No modest mouse, no pavement, no elliot smith. Worse, my little i touch also has none of these alternative gems.  If the big Kahuna dies, I will be left musically destitute half way across the world from my hard drive.  I think if that day comes…wait who am I kidding…when that day comes I am going to suffer a minor break down.  The kind of break down one experiences when seeing a pet pass or a grandmother.  This ipod is more than some technological device.  It is medication. It is comfort. It is company. The count down begins. How long, who knows…

Man on the Subway with an AXE

Subway design does not lend itself to airflow. In fact everytime i am one way i pray that sylvester stallone is vaca’ing in the area just in case a tunnel should collapse and I need to be rescued before the air dries up. So think how it must of felt to sit next to someone who actually thinks that axe will get you girls.  More is not always better bub. And Newsflash the absurb amount of body spray you are wearing is not going to get you ladies unless you count rendering them unconscious from the fumes “pulling.” And ps. that is not consent.  Jesus.