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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
Mural Painted by HCTER (VAA) & ViSiON (TiC) for 'The Brook Project' at the site of the old Carisbrook Stadium, Dunedin, Aotearoa
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
Looking up from the bottom of the tunnel, where the top opening is disguised as a well in the fields.
The Ring, anyone?
Rail Ticket from Rotterdam, Holland to Amsterdam, Holland.. This Expatriate Chicagoan spent Christmas/New Year's there 1998-1999.
Historians take note : This was when The National Currency was The Guilder/Florin/Gulden...BEFORE the...(*retch*)...Euro.
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
I have this crazy feeling my sp's are going to get sillier and goofier as I go along... until I get some ideas going.
Today's shopping excursion was mostly successful. I bought two pairs of pants, one for work & a pair of 7 for All Mankind jeans (for a super duper insane discount, because I would never pay $200 for a pair of jeans, no matter how premium they may be!) and a tank top. Both pairs of pants in a smaller size, I am officially 3 sizes smaller than I was 3 months ago.
Tonight, I go out with K&C for some drinks! I may manage to get a buzz, which I haven't done since the night I broke up with jaegarmeister (just the sound of the word in my head makes me want to retch!). And that is all. Happy Friday!
1. RETC... Canvas for a friend, not finished ; 2. Two Stencil Cardboards i did for fun ; 3. Drunk Light Whatever ; 4. Painted Wallet "Picasso" ;)
Watch it BIG!
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.
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
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.’’
These are my latest reads. I finished "Under the Banner of Heaven" in less than a week. It was so sickeningly disturbing I had troubles putting it down. Now Timmy is reading it and retching up what atrocities he ingests. Next is "Everything Is Illuminated". I have read the other Jonathan S. Foer book and loved it. This book was equally sad and humorous as the other. I watched the movie and disliked it. But the movies are never as good, right? I am almost finished with "Portnoy's Complaint." My only complaint, I wish I had a Yiddish dictionary. This book reminds me of "A Christmas Story" but with a lot of whacking off and childhood neurosis. "The People of Paper" was charming, written like a feverish dream. It is similar to "100 Years of Solitude", which I adore and has weird paragraph structuring like "House of Leaves", sans random names written in columns on every page. I too will forever be at war with Saturn. I am so very excited about "The Death of Bunny Munro" by Nick Cave. I just purchased this and keep hugging the book ecstatic at what these pages have in store for me. I will most likely start it tomorrow. Then there is "Infinite Jest" that I picked up for Timmy and he has not even thumbed through it yet, o I will make it a go when "Bunny Munro" is finished. Strange thing about "Infinite Jest" when I was in the aisle of Changing Hands Bookstore reading the back cover a man/boy approached me and told me it was his favorite book then he showed me a full sleeve tattoo inspired by this book. He said it would change my life, this we will see...
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
This lion was one of two males hunting together. As they were used to lionesses hunting for them, they weren't much good at it, so ended up very thin and scavenging. They would eat anything. Nearly...
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
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
So much sorrow and so much pain
my heart leaches it’s own blood,
My body as if stretched upon a rack
until the dread runs black.
All is loss, there can be no way back,
all doors are shut, but still the flood!
Dreadful dreams, the gutter runs stupefying dregs,
the devils attack comes upon me,
the anguish screams ‘let me rest’ I see my plaque.
Days of darkness, dead of night,
not even shadows can discern.
Across this land dead forests stretch,
lifeless waters, stagnant pools
Acid rain falls from dark skies,
not even lightning lights this night.
Alone in this place of evil death
I struggle even to catch my breath
Take in the morbid stench of hopelessness.
Skeletal forms creep through my mind,
for all I know it is I who am blind,
For what I see within my head would drive me mad,
it would be some release.
Falling more into the pit, the wailing of forgotten souls retching out their bile,
wanting more another place in vague memory to reach,
a place of better times before their fall,
when the dark days took us all.
The days of darkness, they will come for you, unless you are among the few,
who, in the shadows keep out of view,
stay from the light
least they see the future in their sight,
turn from the truth of unending misery,
that otherwise their fate would be,
but in this circle they are then trapped to be
forever in ‘their’ own long days of darkness.
Poem: Richard Walker - 19 December 2006
Note: this is without doubt the darkest poem I have written or am likley to write. When this was written I was in a very bad place, I had reached to bottom of my grief, I was very angry and very very sad and these words and thoughts rushed out of me, and I am thankful that they did, for to keep stuff like this inside would have done me much harm, there are some things it is better to let go of and these destructive thoughts are some of them...
Image: "Hidden System" by Tim Freeman
okay you guys, something weird is happening in paris...
I EAT THE TOMATOES. AND I DO NOT HATE THEM. I don't love em, but the fact that they don't make me retch is a big deal! Holy shizz. What's going on?
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
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.
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.
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
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.