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2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
Mouldy Roti is a lot like student share houses. Disgusting but in a way beautiful.
This lil guy was left to his own devices for more than a month. Most people would dry retch at the sight of this technicolour experiment in laziness but I saw potential.
*side note: I nearly died from the smell of it because I had to take the lid off to get good photographs.
dedicated to my friend alex
Tender & endangered Cow/Horse of Dimness
hands that voluntarily move and sketch
hope goodwill good friends they fetch
perspective prolonged outstretched
within lines curves blur a thought
he etched ..poets who paint
with light...home wretched
thoughts that move
rants that retch...
#firozeshakir
#beggarpoet
#graffiti
They must get it a lot. Silly, ignorant, wishful customers hoping for a taste of The famous Snickers, by Queen of Desserts Philippa Sibley, at all hours of the day. Well, I can confirm that they don't serve it at breakfast, even if the polite waitress humoured me by "asking the kitchen", and then feigned empathy when she told me the bad news.
Just as well, the breakfast was still as good as I remembered it, and they added Black Pudding as an optional side. Bonus!
Il Fornaio
(03) 9534 2922
2 Acland St
St Kilda VIC 3182
Reviews:
- Il Fornaio, by Larissa Dubecki, The Age, September 7, 2010
NOT since the invention of the Peach Melba has there been such a kerfuffle about a dessert. ''The famous Snickers'', as the menu at Il Fornaio calls it, and for once I'm inclined not to retch over the food-related use of the adjective. ''Famous'' on a menu usually means the dish in question isn't famous at all - but the Snickers? The Snickers is famous. The Snickers is so famous it should have its own agent, a magazine deal and a coke habit.
The Snickers and its creator, Philippa Sibley, have moved around a fair bit but they took up a new permanent residence recently at this former bakery-cafe in St Kilda, where they've conspired to capitalise on Sibley's reputation (''dessert queen'', ''queen of pastries'', ''passionate pastry whiz'', as Google attests) by trading at night-time primarily as a dessert restaurant (during the day things are far more cafe-like).
- Not just desserts, by Larissa Dubecki, The Age, August 24, 2010
Philippa Sibley’s Snickers dessert needs little introduction. An instant hit when she first put it on the menu at Circa five years ago, her signature dish recently found a new lease of life at her new St Kilda digs, IlFornaio, and through being showcased on MasterChef.
‘‘Oh my god, straightaway it was a monster,’’ recalls Sibley of her take on the peanut and caramel chocolate bar first released by the Mars company in 1930. ‘‘We had a table of five come in and order eight of them, at $25 a pop [the IlFornaio version costs $19]. We sold 700 of them in one week.’’
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
I like this photo. It looks like the Great Blue Heron got his feet stuck at the last possible second!
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
It could be a wall to keep in the imprisoned and enslaved, the doomed and despairing with emaciated limbs and sunken, hopeless eyes.
It could be guarded by gun-toting men in uniform standing in sentry towers as the rain beats against their faces until their skin is as cold as their hearts have become.
It could mask snarling, barking dogs barely held back by straining leashes, lunging towards screaming frightened children separated from their parents and herded into a corner.
It could conceal the view but not drown out the sounds of coughing and retching nor mask the scent of excrement and decay carried by the breeze to those standing outside the wall.
Or it could be a wall built to protect the curious and devious from electrocution or mischief at Rock Creek Power House in Feather River Canyon in Northern California.
Lori has traveled a LONG way in search of Miss Emily's School for Excellence. She had heard about it a long time ago when she first set off on her journey to rid herself of her retched magical powers.
She had the Ability to see far into someones future which in it's self doesn't sound too bad but If she sees something terrible happen in that persons impending future her eyes catch alight.
She has always been able too see other peoples upcoming futures and she has always felt the searing pain of fire. The first time her eyes ever came ablaze they turned from pale blue to coal black and never let the light in again leaving her completely blind.
When her eyes catch fire she is left with painful blisters over her face which take on a gold shimmery effect almost making them look like scales in which people started to nickname her Dragon. After a few days they disappear as if they where never there.
She carries around a old branch to help her find her way and to insure she doesn't accidentally bump into someone and be forced into a Foresight Trance which could result in ALOT of pain.
She has tried many methods to rid herself of these powers but nothing has ever worked until she heard the whispers about the school which strips magical powers from oneself.
Miss Emily's School for Excellence original story was created by the VERY Talented Anne Pecaro go check her out on Youtube www.youtube.com/user/AnnePecaro
7 JAN 14
This is one of the first art projects I remember loving in elementary school. Each table was given a big roll of foil and we were taught how to create a basic body shape out of the foil and from there on, it was up to us what we created with it. I immediately set about creating sets of ballet dancers fashioning tutus out of tiny rounds of foil and thinking of my brother, I created a basketball hoop and had a player, just like Michael Jordan, frozen in time in middair shooting the winning shot as the other players stood by in awe of what was about to happen before them.
Over the years I find myself sometimes coming back to the foil people project, or smashing my face into a piece to create a mask of myself. I think when we put on our "adult hats," we think we must forever leave everything good and pure about our child hood behind, but I think its quite the opposite. I've never met an adult who if given a bit of free time and sets of swings doesn't immediately remember winding themselves up for a big jump, or bumping side to side with a friend next door, or winding the swing so tight and then releasing it, so it spins you until your dizzy. It all comes back to you and you miss it. It's good to go back to visit your childhood every once in a while, if not for yourselves, in teaching your kids or young relatives what life was like before kindles, and youtube, and tv, and video games...you know, when kids still played outside.
Speaking of, when Hurricane Ike hit our fair city, it devastated the power infrastructure. Many homes and neighborhoods were without power for months. That meant of course, most electronics were useless. In this black out period, one of the amazing things of note was that children were often seen playing outside with neighbors they didn't even know they had. With "nothing to do" indoors, they were riding bikes, and skating, and playing hand games and cards, and building forts in the rubble. It wasn't just kids either. Neighbors constructed nightly BBQ's whereby they would cook any meat available and sit out under the stars, avoiding the retched sweltering heat indoors, and just sit and shoot the breeze. Unfortunately as soon as this magical period came, it quickly disappeared. The moment the power came back on, everyone went back inside, and dare I say, it has never been the same. It's funny sometimes how the worst of times, can sometimes be the best of times.
Dawg presented to be for excessive drooling and retching. She appeared like something was stuck in her throat. A general anaesthetic and oral examination showed she had lots of grass seeds stuck in her throat. This is a picture of her grass seeds.
Elderberry drips
Her fruit in the final
Glare of heat; summer’s
Put out and it’s
Finished. Fruit melts to
Slush, microbes grip,
Now the skin has burst,
And festers in wounds
Left open to the air.
It turns past-ripe
And rank ooze
Makes birds retch.
The earth reforms
Its carapace; locked
Away, a lost harvest
Missed, turned bitter,
Hardened by frost.
--
Henry Bew, 2012
Really trying to play with light, shade and a variety of objects in some photography, having found some lovely secluded 'mini' woodland round where I live. With the shortening nights, running the conclusion of summer and pressure to harvest seemed a natural accompaniment. I've also been trying to compress my writing as much as possible, so any comments, feedback and responses on this, particularly, is welcomed. Hope all have good weeks to look forward to!
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
What do you desire? What makes you itch? What sort of a situation would you like?
Let’s suppose, I do this often in vocational guidance of students, they come to me and say, well, we’re getting out of college and we have the faintest idea what we want to do. So I always ask the question, what would you like to do if money were no object? How would you really enjoy spending your life?
Well, it’s so amazing as a result of our kind of educational system, crowds of students say well, we’d like to be painters, we’d like to be poets, we’d like to be writers, but as everybody knows you can’t earn any money that way. Or another person says well, I’d like to live an out-of-doors life and ride horses. I said you want to teach in a riding school? Let’s go through with it. What do you want to do?
When we finally got down to something, which the individual says he really wants to do, I will say to him, you do that and forget the money, because, if you say that getting the money is the most important thing, you will spend your life completely wasting your time. You’ll be doing things you don’t like doing in order to go on living, that is to go on doing things you don’t like doing, which is stupid. Better to have a short life that is full of what you like doing than a long life spent in a miserable way.
And after all, if you do really like what you’re doing, it doesn’t matter what it is, you can eventually turn it – you could eventually become a master of it. It’s the only way to become a master of something, to be really with it. And then you’ll be able to get a good fee for whatever it is. So don’t worry too much. That’s everybody is – somebody is interested in everything, anything you can be interested in, you will find others will. But it’s absolutely stupid to spend your time doing things you don’t like, in order to go on spending things you don’t like, doing things you don’t like and to teach our children to follow in the same track.
See what we are doing, is we’re bringing up children and educating to live the same sort of lifes we are living. In order that they may justify themselves and find satisfaction in life by bringing up their children to bring up their children to do the same thing, so it’s all retch, and no vomit it never gets there. And so, therefore, it’s so important to consider this question,
What do I desire?
-Alan Watts
Kimba 17 got me out of the Slurp. I had lain wallowing there for days before he came along and hauled me out. Didn't ask my tribe. Gave me water, fed me pemmican. I didn't speak his language and he didn't speak mine. He pointed south, gestured come. That was good enough for me.
Next day we were set upon by a band of Toznu huntsmen. They chased us into a ravine where we were both ensnared in vinery. Swinging side to side upside down, I whined my last whimper, or so I thought. It seemed Kimba 17 grunted their language and engaged their leader in vociferous debate. I assumed by Kimba 17's simulated retching that he was arguing our inedibility. Tonzu spears to our throats were ordered down. We as well were lowered and allowed to go.
We reached the Kimba colony on the third day. The entire village came out of their holes to greet us, or rather to greet 17. I was viewed askance until introduced, then poked and prodded and pinched and generally assessed. I judged their demeanor eventually registered approval. I was led to a lavish spread of rabbit and quail.
I've been here eight days now. All the Kimba are very kind and encourage me to eat my fill of all manner of delicacies. They have been decorating the village for some sort of ceremony, and I could be wrong, but I believe it is to be held in my honor.
Last night I decided it was time to pull Jane's swimmies off and start teaching her to swim. She could sort of doggie paddle right from the start, so I told her if she worked hard, by the end of the summer, she'd probably be able to swim across the whole pool. She narrowed her eyes at me. I said, OK, maybe in 2 or 3 weeks, if you reeeeeeally work. So she worked, and worked, and practiced and practiced and practiced, and retched and turned purple and whined and puked chlorine, but she wouldn't give up.
And she swam all the way across the neighbor's pool, by herself.
Within an hour, she'd gone from never having tried to swim, and being afraid to put her face in the water, to being a full-fledged swimmer.
She's like a little terrier.
Mural Painted by HCTER (VAA) & ViSiON (TiC) for 'The Brook Project' at the site of the old Carisbrook Stadium, Dunedin, Aotearoa
i really don't know what i'm doing here
i really think i should've gone to bed tonight but...
just one drink
and there're some people to meet you
i think that you'll like them
i have to say we do
and i promise in less than an hour we will honestly go
now why don't i just get you another
while you just say hello...
yeah just say hello...
so i'm clutching it tight
another glass in my hand
and my mouth and the smiles
moving up as i stand up
too close and too wide
and the smiles are too bright
and i breathe in too deep
and my head's getting light
but the air is getting heavier and it's closer
and i'm starting to sway
and the hands on all my shoulders don't have names
and they won't go away
so here i go
here i go again...
falling into strangers
and it's only just eleven
and i'm staring like a child
until someone slips me heaven
and i take it on my knees
just like a thousand times before
and i get transfixed
that fixed
and i'm just looking at the floor
just looking at the floor
yeah i look at the floor
and i'm starting to laugh
like an animal in pain
and i've got blood on my hands
and i've got hands in my brain
and the first short retch
leaves me gasping for more
and i stagger over screaming
on my way to the floor
and i'm back on my back
with the lights and the lies in my eyes
and the colour and the music's too loud
and my head's all the wrong size
so here i go
here i go again...
yeah i laugh and i jump
and i sing and i laugh
and i dance and i laugh
and i laugh and i laugh
and i can't seem to think
where this is
who i am
why i'm keeping this going
keep pouring it out
keep pouring it down
and the way the rain comes down hard
that's the way i feel inside...
i can't take it anymore
this it i've become
this is it like i get
when my life's going numb
i just keep moving my mouth
i just keep moving my feet
i say i'm loving you to death
like i'm losing my breath
and all the smiles that i wear
and all the games that i play
and all the drinks that i mix
and i drink until i'm sick
and all the faces that i make
and all the shapes that i throw
and all the people i meet
and all the words that i know
makes me sick to the heart
oh i feel so tired...
and the way the rain comes down hard
that's how i feel inside...
-- The Cure, "Open"
I’ve spent the last two day’s camping at a national park called honeymoon bay with my family. We’ve been sleeping in tents, being made a meal of by the blasted bugs down here, spending afternoons on the boat fishing with only one catch- a baby squid, and using that retched portaloo!! Worst of all is the putrid, pungent reek of the plumber truck that sucks up all the waste from the toilets everyday!! Ugh! This so called life of “roughin’ it” is not the life for me. Alas, I have enjoyed myself and taken every opportunity I have had to capture images of the absolutely gorgeous scenery down here. I hope you enjoy them.
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
Byron finally lost that retched front tooth that had been hanging around far to long for my liking. Now that he officially belongs to the 'gappy front teeth' brigade I need to find another angle. So, here it is - captured without his permission (the only way of course). My beautiful boy and his absolutely perfect button nose. Sigh. That little profile is going to turn heads in about - oh - 20 years (is 26 too old!?).
This was the only heron in the rookery site. It appeared to be trying to expel something it had swallowed. Images from this morning on the wetlands next to our south Florida home. Visit rosy-finch.blogspot.com
Dawg presented to be for excessive drooling and retching. She appeared like something was stuck in her throat. A general anaesthetic and oral examination showed she had lots of grass seeds stuck in her throat. This is a picture of her grass seeds.
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
Not finished. Tell us your opinion so we can advance it before we print. Will be available for 15 euros.
On The Road Again
Sorry again for the late posts, I was away from home again so no internet, and then between work and school Monday and Tuesday I had no time to do anything but homework! Ugh this is getting so annoying..
Well we were on our way to Lake Geneva, our lovely get away, our home away from home. I love visiting there during school, because I get to escape from this retched dorm room, but without the stress of going back home. Plus that's where the Zimmerman's keep their season's of Dexter, simply one of the greatest shows ever created. We leave it there because that is our special Geneva tradition. I love having that with my boyfriend's family :)
Overall, it was the start to a fantastic weekend :)
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
The lengths these "togs" (retch) go to for a shot ;)
I love this - one of my favourite friends, photographers and places...all rolled into one captured moment in time. And I got "Simpsons" clouds too :D
If you like photographers who don't overprocess every photo to within an inch of its life then check out Norm's stream www.flickr.com/photos/nurmanman/. If you like post processing then Flickr is chocka with them so you are already catered for :)