Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
When the class war comes...
... Public Radio International will be the first to plea the fif.
On my way home from visiting a family struggling with a 14 yr old kid (who, *gasp*, doesn't give a shit if he's suspended every month or if his parent's are worried about him cuz he can't conceptualize a future where his "demerit card" matters) I listened to some random NPR. Someone besides Terry Gross (who always gets a pass) put together some half-baked pieces on an ex-hedge fund advisor's book of poetry, and an upper-middle class NYC couple's financial woes. Marty and ... I dunno... what's the difference... let's say 'Susanna' Edelman live on the Upper East Side. Susanna's looking for her dream job teaching something insipid or other (while her grandparents direct deposit like $12 grand in her account every year (as they have since she was born), and Marty is an assistant professor.
Some reporter (emotive in a 12 year old girl reading 'Superfudge' out loud in 1981-kinda way) wove the harrowing tale of Marty's dad being a high-powered attorney with Merrill Lynch and *oooooo* almost losing his job, and Marty and Susy's investments nearly going sour... It went on from there... complete with the phrase that pays- "nest egg," and the lines, "We're painting our living room with Benjamin Moore paint! Marty and I thought we'd splurge!" and "This whole economic thing really made us appreciate what we have!"
I wish the gods would favor me with how to tell you in a facebook note how happy I am for you guys! Also, I wish I could drown you both in your living room paint. Thanks for keepin it relevant, NPR. Ain't it so precious how public radio can't survive anymore without giving the plutocracy a reach-around?
On my way home from visiting a family struggling with a 14 yr old kid (who, *gasp*, doesn't give a shit if he's suspended every month or if his parent's are worried about him cuz he can't conceptualize a future where his "demerit card" matters) I listened to some random NPR. Someone besides Terry Gross (who always gets a pass) put together some half-baked pieces on an ex-hedge fund advisor's book of poetry, and an upper-middle class NYC couple's financial woes. Marty and ... I dunno... what's the difference... let's say 'Susanna' Edelman live on the Upper East Side. Susanna's looking for her dream job teaching something insipid or other (while her grandparents direct deposit like $12 grand in her account every year (as they have since she was born), and Marty is an assistant professor.
Some reporter (emotive in a 12 year old girl reading 'Superfudge' out loud in 1981-kinda way) wove the harrowing tale of Marty's dad being a high-powered attorney with Merrill Lynch and *oooooo* almost losing his job, and Marty and Susy's investments nearly going sour... It went on from there... complete with the phrase that pays- "nest egg," and the lines, "We're painting our living room with Benjamin Moore paint! Marty and I thought we'd splurge!" and "This whole economic thing really made us appreciate what we have!"
I wish the gods would favor me with how to tell you in a facebook note how happy I am for you guys! Also, I wish I could drown you both in your living room paint. Thanks for keepin it relevant, NPR. Ain't it so precious how public radio can't survive anymore without giving the plutocracy a reach-around?
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Day Trip to: Island Beach State Park, Barnegat Light, LBI, Belmar, and Asbury Park
Choice cuts of boyfriendery yesterday: Surprised C with Exit 63 brutality down the shore in the bitchin Prius. Island Beach State Park up front, but no shots made, cuz the mosquitos were like, "Why can't we have some meats?!" Our bird blind hiking exploits met an imperialist insect invasion, so we hit the rainy beach and fell the fuck out for an hour. I was up at 7:30 making tofurky slice/vegenaise/sprout/'mater sandwiches and washing $500lb. grapes, and the waves lulled the shit outta me. We woke dazed and ruddy and trudged back up the path to see 'Ol Barney.
Neither of us had ever seen it/him, and the prospect of ascending a 19th century lighthouse (2nd biggest in the country) read as all sorts of fogey vacation-core on Barnegat Light's 80's web site. Gloomy and partly shitty as it was, the clouds inimical-ass attitude only served to rad-up the pics, so eat it, Grandma Nature..
The CDB took the crap out of the picture below and I discovered the 36th chamber of the History Brush. After my smoky glare (borne of a minutes -prior Cutter bug spray eye rub) and Spartan 2-4 pack earned me the Prince of Barnegat Light crown,
we victoriously marched up to the Barney's gatekeeper, who "The way is shut..." 'd us, citing impending electrical storms that would threaten to turn the joint all lightninghouse-y. Seconds after we were like, "Mood: dumped" we met this mofo.
His true colors were naught but beautiful like a rainbow and after our shoot, I walked him to the shrubbery, away from the manic WT paws of errant shore kids.
We rode bikes and made mischief of one kind and another until the rain wanted to get on, and headed to Belmar for a Kaya's Kitchen Sunday vegan buffet. Incredible and way too expensive, we left with gravy dripping from our hooves and tusks. It was a brief ride toward further bloating @ Twisted Tree Cafe in Asbury Park. Pumpkin Walnut muffin'd to the tits, I worked it off by making photos of the AP Casino, which (unlike the rest of the town's development aesthetic) is currently being reanimated with her original vibe intact. Awful (even by central Jersey standards) condos have arisen to gross the shit out of AP this past year and hopefully the city's character will be recognizable when the smoke clears. I'll say a godless prayer that you will defeat the humans, Queen Asbury. You're here, you're queer, and condos can't ruffle your feather boa.
Neither of us had ever seen it/him, and the prospect of ascending a 19th century lighthouse (2nd biggest in the country) read as all sorts of fogey vacation-core on Barnegat Light's 80's web site. Gloomy and partly shitty as it was, the clouds inimical-ass attitude only served to rad-up the pics, so eat it, Grandma Nature..
The CDB took the crap out of the picture below and I discovered the 36th chamber of the History Brush. After my smoky glare (borne of a minutes -prior Cutter bug spray eye rub) and Spartan 2-4 pack earned me the Prince of Barnegat Light crown,
we victoriously marched up to the Barney's gatekeeper, who "The way is shut..." 'd us, citing impending electrical storms that would threaten to turn the joint all lightninghouse-y. Seconds after we were like, "Mood: dumped" we met this mofo.
His true colors were naught but beautiful like a rainbow and after our shoot, I walked him to the shrubbery, away from the manic WT paws of errant shore kids.
We rode bikes and made mischief of one kind and another until the rain wanted to get on, and headed to Belmar for a Kaya's Kitchen Sunday vegan buffet. Incredible and way too expensive, we left with gravy dripping from our hooves and tusks. It was a brief ride toward further bloating @ Twisted Tree Cafe in Asbury Park. Pumpkin Walnut muffin'd to the tits, I worked it off by making photos of the AP Casino, which (unlike the rest of the town's development aesthetic) is currently being reanimated with her original vibe intact. Awful (even by central Jersey standards) condos have arisen to gross the shit out of AP this past year and hopefully the city's character will be recognizable when the smoke clears. I'll say a godless prayer that you will defeat the humans, Queen Asbury. You're here, you're queer, and condos can't ruffle your feather boa.
Monday, May 19, 2008
CHAOS IN TEJAS 2008 photos
Brilliant times in Austin, TX these past few. Proofs of the proof:
Here's a link to the set. (the slideshow feature on flickr seems to be ailing, but you can try it on the set page)
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jacquescousteaucouldnevagetthislowahhhhhh/sets/72157605127684074/
Feel free to re-post. If anyone wants copies or higher res versions of any images, they can hit me here or on flickr.
Thanks to old friends and new for treating each other the way olden punks should.
Luv,
D
Here's a link to the set. (the slideshow feature on flickr seems to be ailing, but you can try it on the set page)
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jacquescousteaucouldnevagetthislowahhhhhh/sets/72157605127684074/
Feel free to re-post. If anyone wants copies or higher res versions of any images, they can hit me here or on flickr.
Thanks to old friends and new for treating each other the way olden punks should.
Luv,
D
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