Urban Honking

New York, you have until October 29 to see LA painter Sage Vaughn‘s gorgeous diaphonous landscapes and anthropomorphic gang paintings, in which a jagged estuary of bluejays, spotted owls, robins, hummingbirds perch on razorwire fences and telephone poles, their breasts tagged and tattooed with vatos locos and latin kings in olde english, baseball logos, and […]

two new lil kim tracks at dubcnn.com (scroll down)–lyrics and beats, not so much, but wow does kim’s voice sound amazing and raw like the grimy end of a grate when she’s not fronting so untouchable/ uncrushable. pps. vh-1 hiphop honors, don’t know if it’ll translate to tv, but the live was mucho fun–watch for […]

“It is far more difficult to murder a phantom than a reality.” —Virginia Woolf, as quoted in the intro to Naomi Wolf’s The Beauty Myth Brian Bassett of Southern California took time out of his day working over at Blueprint Mortgage, 607-2727 ext 17, to write some constructive criticism to my inbox. So thanks to […]

Hillary Clinton owes a good portion of her political success to the upswing in activist feminism after the Anita Hill testimony/Clarence Thomas hearings. So how can she still… STILL be on the fucking fence about john roberts? hillary was never entirely what we (idealist feminists) wanted her to be but lo, sign of the times, […]

Tomorrow’s the real deal fish scale: the fruits of my admittedly minimal amount of labor. Sorry about the lack of Prodigy, but 14-year-old me is pumped for this field trip nonetheless. Mission statement: after tomorrow, just below the photo of the eagle soaring into the grand canyon, the “Successories” poster in my office will read: […]

Finally, some people got some damned sense around here. Or, to borrow their own term, “principles.” Aorta-sized daps to Ed Kennedy. Max Baucus wants you to give him a holler at 202.224.2651. New York, stand up! Also, maybe I don’t understand the politics of the situation, and that maybe it’s not possible to vote yr […]

I put the kibosh on their first album for being too “Built to Spill.” I still think I was right. It was Oregon in the ’90s, obviously, because Built to Apill was an abundant and acceptable reference point. In the first part of summer, 2000, Joe and I rode bikes to see Death Cab play […]

“And after the time of the writing of these things befell a very sad accident of the like foul nature in this government, this very year, which I shall now relate. There was a youth whose name was Thomas Granger. He was servant to an honest man of Duxbury [note: Love Brewster, son of Pilgrim […]