Monday, April 09, 2007

the primitive mind is, in the fullest meaning of the word, imperishable.


Doesn't Raffi look streetwear?

In this way the first instinct came into being: the instinct to return to the inanimate state.



Happy Easter everybody! I hope that Jesus rose from the dead in all of your hearts. To celebrate, i bequeath to you a Bible quiz! How did you score?

Apropos of the Bible, did you know what Jesus' last words on the cross were? Many people think that they were:

Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani.(Mt 27:45-46)

Actually, Jesus' last words, as recorded in the synoptic Gospels were:

Yeah, I got some last words. Fuck all y'all. (Mt 25:26, Mk 26: 10, Lk 30:21)

and in the Gospel of John:

I really hate you guys. (Jn 34:18)



Anyway, as mentioned, Eby visited.



I got a lot of this sort of thing.



Then, Eby, having left, i hope for him, sufficient destruction in his wake, his legs shown--by way of a series of hammers dropped in close proximity--to be much stronger than mine for the extended weekend filiming mission, returned to New York with the pictured bag--containing two dozen-donut-boxes of various vegan, "voodoo" donuts for his, one could say, special lady-friend, Camille.




Today I skated Lincoln HS and Burnside.

I have also been reading Henry James' The Golden Bowl. I decided to read it because Žižek wrote about it. But, whew! I read a chapter or two and I need to take a nap.

Anyway, I am going to London in two weeks for an interview at the Institute of Education. I need to present a written lesson plan for 12 year olds. I will also arrive for the opening of white grounds--an amazing 'adapted' skatepark in an unused service tunnel. So, there is is: teaching religion to high school students in the United Kingdom: my future staring back at me.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Alanis' Lady Lumps



BEST MUSIC VIDEO EVER! Alanis Morissette wins.

On the note or awesomeness, Chinatown keeps it gully with "Crying Baby Head" that you can throw on the ground and make cry. I want to be in the Kindergarden class where a kid comes to recess with this thing...not in a pedophile way (pervs), in a fly on the wall way.



In my constant attention paid to crossing signs, I am sometimes rewarded with thing such as this. SHOCKER!



For some reason I have been drawn toward going big with my skating lately. It doesn't make sense since everyone else I skate with just skates tranny these days. I get my kicks, though.

I took it mellow yesterday and skated around downtown with my buddy Dave.



He is a ghost, btw.