Urban Honking

Shane picked me up in his Anthony Bourdain road vehicle yesterday, which is weird enough–people have cars? in new york? but photographers have equipment to cart around I guess. Then he drove me to Ft Greene in the middle of the day (which is like 10 blocks from my apartment) and forced me–FORCED ME–to drink […]

We spent the afternoon on Sauvie Island picking berries at Kruger’s Farm. It was clear and warm, but not too hot: a perfect day for picking berries. And, a good day for a wedding as well which was set to begin soon after we were leaving. My brother and his wife were married there (three […]

For some reason the Chicago Sun-Times wanted to interview me about Katy Perry, who will never be in The FADER, or even NEAR the FADER with a 29-foot pole. I end up sounding like a curmudgeon and repeat the word “vaguely” twice. READ IT NOW

I must apologize. I have been absent from this blog for too long. I have a new computer now though and I’m hoping to increase my productivity as a result. In the meantime, I offer you this photograph of a dead stingray, washed up and dried out on the beach. Amedeo inadvertently stepped on it […]

I recently responded to a Professor at Duke asking this feminists-in-the-media listserv I’m on about how we define third-wave feminism (for their future archive on the same) and I realized I wrote basically a personal (wo)manifesto on the topic. And also because I haven’t had tons of time to blog, much less pontificate on feminist […]

Louis Armstrong scored this Betty Boop short and it’s rad, especially when his face forms in the clouds like La Virgen in an A-bombing. The cartoon, um, well… 1932 was a pretty shitty year for race relations and, like, cultural sensitivity. But that was before American cartoonists discovered that most people living east of New […]

she: “i’m listening to kid sister.” him: “why are you doing that, that shit is just like oonch oonch oonch, ta-tingy-tong-tang-da-dingy-dong-dang, bow bow bow bow.” she: “so you’re saying kid sister’s only song is ‘cottoneyed joe’?” him: “yes. kid sister is the urban cottoneyed joe.”

This is certainly one of my most favorite of Eban’s drawings. Nathan gave the boys a Stumptown t-shirt and a Blazer’s sweatshirt, so they were to make some drawings to give to him as trade. Eban sat down and did two. He handed them to me and said solemnly, “the ghost is for Nathan. The […]

OK so. There are a lot of things I do not miss about Portland (sorry dudes) but there a few things I do. I.e. the Blazers, no tax, Higher Taste Golden Slices, my old dance teacher Mariecella Devine, “14-oz boner.” Obviously the main thing I miss is the queen superstar of pdx dj life, my […]

And finally… the stitches where my arm popped out. It looks way better. All the yellow Lisa Simpson skin is internal bruising and follows a map of injured ligaments, tendons.