Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Wild Nothings

Wild Nothings - Golden Haze

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Le Royal Monceau




Hallway at Le Royal Monceau, which features interiors designed by Philippe Starck. Via.

Thursday, November 04, 2010

a poem for you

What's uuuupppp. I haven't posted in a long time, so here is a poem.

My room is a mess,
there are piles of clothing to my right, to my left.
I see my Thrice shirt that I bought in the tenth grade lying among them,
and its 1:15 in the morning and I need to be out of the house by 6.
I do this because I can,
I do it because my generation and I are so behind on our readings,
that tomorrow's test is a guaranteed failure if I don't,
if we don't. I half-lie down on my bed with an RC Cola,
which I had no idea still existed, and my netbook in my lap
so I can look productive if someone walks in.
But what I'm really thinking about is how the dragonflies
in my backyard would dip and hover like helicopters, filming from the sky,
and how I split through them as I took the imaginary snap and faked a hand-off
to my imaginary running back, rolled right,
and threw a perfect strike to my 10 year old brother,
who I'm training to be the greatest tight end who ever lived.
What I'm really thinking about is my internship director, Nick,
and whether or not he really likes me enough to write me a letter of recommendation.
What I'm really thinking about is this RC Cola,
and how the bubbles tingle and pop on my tongue like pop rocks when I was a kid,
and whether drinking soda while eating them would really kill you,
like swallowing a lit stick of dynamite.
What I'm really thinking about is what the names were of all the faces that were my
         friends,
as I moved from elementary school to elementary school as a child,
and the girl who's face I remember, but can't remember the name,
who was my first kiss in the second grade.
What I'm really thinking about is whether or not I'll get this work done,
or will I be another 20-something statistic, like in that Time article,
with my hipster Wayfarers, cutoff jean shorts, and plaid, Urban Outfitters' shirt,
moving back into my parents' house, bringing a wife with me,
because my generation and I just fell so far behind on our readings


- RC Cola by Tariq Khan

Hope you enjoy!

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Audio

While falling asleep the other day i noticed that as i fluctuated between being awake and asleep i started having what i assume are auditory hallucinations. These hallucinations are not usual for me because never have i been so focused on my thoughts while falling asleep. The hallucinations were in a woman's voice. Two words come forth separately clear in their sound several seconds apart. Instantly after the first word was heard i knew that this was a hallucination, and with that i knew that i have given this (realization that in fact a hallucination occurred) too much thought and my delicate level of being asleep and awake was in jeopardy. With much anxiety alarmingly a second hallucination sounds with the same voice and distinction. It's a shame i forgot what she told me in those two precious words it would have been rather interesting to know. I guess 5 a.m. is to late of a time to remember much. To my alarm i was not the slightest bit afraid yet feeling quite welcoming. I wonder what sleep conducts to our brain in it's entirety. oddly i recall waking up to the sound of a gunshot or loud scream in the past with no evidence of such occurring. I have no known psychological problems nor was i under the influence of any drugs or narcotics.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Leigh J. McCloskey

CHECK THIS GUY OUT he's an artist, actor, and author. His artist and author passions are focused on hyperspace/quantum theories as well as ancient civilizations and the origins of consciousness!

His work is just fascinating, looks like he had more than his fair share of psychedelics haha.


Adam Reborn & Eve Restored



Page 28 from Codex Summer Solstice

All of his work is completely handmade. Some of the writing you see in his drawings seems to be a primitive mix of Arabic and/or Sanskrit. Leigh J. McCloskey is also the man behind the album art of Cosmogramma, Flying Lotus' latest accomplishment.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Those Summer Nights

All the long boring night have been getting to me. I'm in the middle of two books(The Origin of Consciousness and the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind & World's End) one of which has been dragging on since winter break, listening to endless music, learning the guitar, a renewed photoshop phase, and endless movies.

Ahh well here's another mixtape, just Chill out.

Various Artists - Riverwater Exchange




Enjoy!

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Mixtape

Me: what kind of music do you listen to?
Them: I listen to everything.
Me: That means you're bored of one radio station so you listen to all of them.

I made this mixtape.

Various Artists - Drugs






1.Kisses - Bermuda
2.Taken By Trees - Anna
3.The XX - Crystalized
4.White Hinterland - Icarus
5.Little People - Basique
6.J.Cole - Grown Simba
7.Black Star(Mos Def & Talib Kwali) - Definition
8.Vampire Weekend - A-Punk
9.Thom Yorke - Analyse
10.Flying Lotus - Do the Astral Plane 1
11.The Radio Dept. - 1995
12.As Tall As Lions - Ghosts of York


There is no coherence between the music. Enjoy!

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Cheese!

When I think of happiness, the only thing I can picture is my niece’s drawing of our family holding hands with green grass, a yellow sun, a blue house and an array of red smiles. I often wish I could just instill myself in that state of happiness or love or whatever the hell you want to call it. But it seems as if all I can ever think of is “What if the grass turns yellow? The sun turns green? What if the house turns red and the smiles turn to frowns and the frowns turn blue?”

We are always trying to find this eternal state of happiness; to be content. We are in a constant pursuit of the drawing that will set us free. Some people try to find it through their careers, their religion, their one love, intoxication, or even just new connection. We do have our ups and downs, but has that ever stopped us? The fact that maybe the grass just might be greener on our side is thrilling enough.

Anyway you want it, the one thing that scares us the most is finishing your drawing, looking at it, and realizing you can’t draw for shit.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Efface Morrow

Often I find myself so consumed in a new activity, something I have not even remotely come close to do, or visiting a new place and for the first few moments I feel that this thing or place is in fact new. Though shortly after the thought dies and ideas of the inexperienced exchange for experienced. Trying to comprehend this is just plain odd at times almost as if I am meant to feel this. I don't know if it's just my mind playing tricks on me or maybe it's a bit from a dream I've forgotten. Maybe time is lying to me. Why is it always that we reminisce for the past? Could it be possible that without knowing we're in someway feeling for the future?


The common idea of our existence is that time is a linear function always moving fore ward, but if there was more to time that we knew and my ideas of multidimensional time were to exist seeing into the future, past, possible future(s), or possible past(s) would make perfect sense for my situation. I wish I could prove this, but I don't know where to even begin.




Talk Talk - Laughing Stock
Ambient, Experimental, Jazz


Frederick Allen - Frederick Allen 1
Ambient, Experimental, Pop

Sunday, May 09, 2010

Emotional Connections

How long does it take for us to connect to another life? I was just talking to my fiancee and it made me think of this. She had gotten a small turtle - about 1.5 inches in size - just 3 days ago. She told me it looked miserable, so she released it; and then she became emotional. I thought this was pretty crazy at first, but then I realized that she was just being human. Sometimes, we become irrationally attached to people or things; flings become full blown relationships in our minds, objects and statuses we'd like to obtain but can't are lost desires, etc. It's something to really consider, the way we build connections and how quickly they can form.

The produce in New York is really just produce, oranges
and cabbage, celery and beets, pomegranates
with their hundred seeds, carrots and honey,
walnuts and thirteen varieties of apples.
On Monday morning I will walk down
to the market with my heart inside me, mysterious,
something I will never get to hold
in my hands, something I will never understand.
Not like the apricots and potatoes, the albino
asparagus wrapped in damp paper towels, their tips
like the spark of a match, the bunches of daisies, almost more
a weed than a flower, the clementine,
the sausage links and chicken hung
in the window, facing the street where my heart is president
of the Association for Random Desire, a series
of complex yeas and nays,
where I pick up the plantain, the ginger root, the sprig
of cilantro that makes me human, makes me
a citizen with the right to vote, to bear arms, the right
to assemble and fall in love.


- "The Mysterious Human Heart" by Matthew Dickman




Alcest - Souvenirs d'un Autre Monde
Shoegaze, Black Metal, Post-Rock