Author Archives: Julianne

2007 summer jam: it’s already been “Get it Shawty” for like eight months. Been finally hearing shit from cars, weather what it is, and it’s like digging up treasure: Lloyd’s baby-oil hot voice is pure steam slinking in and out … Continue reading →

“You will cold-cock a bitch. That’s why I like you.” “You know I will slice a razor into that puta’s eyetooth.” Not two hours after having the above IM conversation with my Powerbroker, I attended a party for a book … Continue reading →

This interview with T-Boz over at the mothership is the saddest thing i’ve ever read about Left Eye.

In my dance class today, against the clang and din of Panjabi MC (instrumental), I fixated on the concepts behind Jona’s new album, you are magic because magic is magic is hot (and so are you). This fixation was a … Continue reading →

Leave it to Jona to bring back Boat Rock. (The Crystal Dolphin! THAT IS A FAKE NAME!) May 5th 2007 Portland, Oregon PART 1: YACHT on an actual yacht. Vessel name: Crystal Dolphin Boarding time: 6pm (SHARP) Boarding location: http://www.portlandspirit.com/map.php?loc=cl … Continue reading →

Reluctantly, we hit the barren wildes of Greenpoint cause A-Trak was DJing and ya collective hilween, aka my posse, we all wanted to dance. The man driving the car we called was very certainly drunk. He told us he didn’t … Continue reading →

soldaderas of the mexican revolution Gettin ya cash like ’em, fast like ’em: Oh say can u see, the connection between this story about Enedina Arellano Felix – the lady Stringer Bell of the Arellano Felix drug cartel, which recently … Continue reading →

SEEING OUR FAVORITE CHOREOGRAPHER ON EARTH DEBUT HER NEW WORK

THE MEN WHO OWN YOUR UTERUS. “The government may use its voice and its regulatory authority to show its profound respect for the life within the woman,” wrote Justice Anthony M. Kennedy. In her dissent, Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg said … Continue reading →

UnforgettabLe: “Gabe said” chronicles what it sounds like when your heart stops beating. TRAGICOMEDY. If I had liner notes I might put dude before God and my mom. Well… maybe not before my mom. (sorry dun)