It's here I hope.
(my ride just said hed be here about 4:20. haha)

postcard #3

postcard #2

postcard #1

I wanna meet all these people.

Thank god i don't feel so alone anymore.
http://chrisyeh.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-i-hate-san-francisco.html

the new shit

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Today is the day
the eight track came.

I just won this...

in the middle of the year 2008, it's gonna be soon.

The new Indiana Jones movie was awful. Embarrassing really. Leave it George Lucas to fuck up a mountain. Douche Bag. I'm off to see Mister Lonely to hopefully get back on track but what a let down. Sad...

I got called "famous" and "important" the other day. !
: ) Thanks!

i went to the kitchen to grab a drink and came back with this,

after a conversation that started out with: let me guess...peru?

http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/horizon/2001/caral.shtml

striking back

or should it be a river - as in 'Down by the River'? / a mixtape story with a mixtape.

The pier was on the other side of town from where he woke that morning. It was a hike but the trek had been a peaceful and quiet one. 6 am on a Saturday morning was probably one of the quietest times in this city. Tree leaves circle skating on the street was the only voice he heard. Distant car engines were somewhere else. He went by way of the traintracks: walked by a handful of his friends huddled in corners and under blankets, found a half smoked pack of cigarettes beneath a busted pay phone, and saw a dead dog. Train wrecked. No one he passed woke up; it was too early. On weekends, everyone sleeps in, he thought to himself. Except me. He continued on towards the water. His luck was up so he started in on one of his new cigarettes as he caught site of his pier. Some people adopt children; he adopted places.
As he rounded the corner and saw the three benches which looked out over the ocean, his heart stopped short. There she was.
There, with headphones on.
A small grin crept up from behind him.
It had been 2 years since they chose this bench looking out over the ocean. Before this place, it had been the back of the distillery, before that the top of the abondoned By the Sea hotel, and the city before that, the end of the alley on 104th street where the water kissed the land. A couch they claimed as their own had been left there and stood always dry under a loading dock roof. History. Today, Pier #6. And here she was, at this hour of the morning, cause she knew he was coming.
There was a certain sixth sense she had which he secretly counted on when his logic came up short. He believed in this and he believed in her, and so without fear he stepped towards the bench where she lay. The morning stood gray, not dismal but still. Early morning gray. Silence. The painkillers he had taken when he woke started to kick in as the clouds sailed softly overhead.
She was awake, not asleep. A beer in her hand. An empty can beneath the bench. She had on her purple winter coat. The one he had "bought" for her at Macy's on her birthday. She looked warm in the wind. Despite the location being so close to the ocean, it was relatively safe from the cold sea winds. At the end of the day during the golden hour, the place was another planet. For the past two years, everyday at 5pm, they'd been leaving the rest of the planet behind as they watched the day end here on this bench. He remembered these times as he silently sat down by her feet. There was a hole in her sole; she took off her headphones.
(New shoes, note to self.)
Even though they were both old enough, they still parented each other.
hey,
hey.
He enjoyed commas, she spoke in periods.
(Shit, I shoudn't have come,)
He lit the first cigarette and handed it to her, then lit his own.
Thanks.
She passed him the can of beer she had beneath her coat. He nodded his head in thanks, and gave it back after a heavy sip. And they both sat there, looking out over the water. Again. It didn't seem to get old. Through different oceans, different winters, different years. There is a point, he thought, where two people lose the need for speech, and when he was honest with himself...it kept him calm.
(You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and the glue that's kept me together, in sickness and in health.)
They both thought. He observed the ocean gently crashing into the pier below. She wondered what color this day would be and what shape it would turn into. They thought of each other. She sipped more beer. His eyes became slightly lazy and his chest let go. When she spoke it sounded like an echo:
So, what do you want to do?

I don't know, get some breakfast?

No. I mean what do you want to do about …stuff.

She sat herself up and from her bag took out another beer and passed it to him. He opened it and took a long drawn out drink. He wasn't gone yet, but he was drifting.

Why do we alwayss have to talk when we're drinkinng?

Silence,

Why, when's a better time for you?

(I hate when you talk down to me. It's your worst feature. You have no right to talk to me like that.. Shut it woman. Fuck off.)

No, it's just, I don't know,

I think maybe we should spend the day on our own.

Oh, you mean like just you and I? That's ok, I found a new place we could eat breakfast, passed by it last night. And there's this empty warehouse Kevin took me to the other day I wanted to show you.

No. I meant maybe we should spend it separately on our own.

Oh right, sure. that's fine.

Silence. Birds coasting by. Ships moaning.
He realized as the pills filled his lungs, he probably wouldn't have been a good time today anyway. He'd just be out of it. Again. The water replaced the leaves as dominant sound of the morning. As he closed his eyes, he remembered his dream; once upon a time; to own a boat and sail from ocean to ocean. How he saved up about 2 grand when his life changed in one day. The day he met her. The day he threw anchor. It's funny how dreams turn into reality and then into dreams again. It's funny how you can live your dream and then it turns into something else. The next thing you know you're turning reality into fantasy.
His fantasy's always saw themselves realized. The way she saw fantasy was more in the line of unicorns and bullshit. His dreams were grounded in reality. He made them happen.

So, see you later?

Fine.

Ok.

He lifted himself off the bench and thought the places he could go. There was the 5th Street park; no one would be there at this hour. Lucky had said there was a free breakfast in the rec center today around 10. That was only two blocks away from the park. Meet up with some friends and see her tomorrow sometime. He walked away from the ocean, the bench, and her, ready to take on Saturday with a vengeance.
She stayed sitting on the bench for a time, clutching the bus ticket in her pocket. She started to cry as she took a last look at the ocean. She stopped herself, turned around and started walking towards the bus station. Beer can in hand. Departure time: 5 pm. She turned on her cassette walkman and played the mixtape he had given her for her birthday. She would have plenty of time to listen to it in the coming days on the bus. It kept her calm.
http://www.mediafire.com/?sh8toxcezct

I am the charlie parker of farting.

I live in decades.

and other sayings

Your limitations lead to my innovations.

If the fire's hot - burn it.

Why skate the ice, when you can break the pond.

movie trailers or comicbooks without drawings

I woke from a dream this morning that gave me a start. So much so that I jerked awake and woke my wife who let out a bear groan to my left. I lied silently in the gray light of 8am - thinking. I looked around our room and managed to grasp on to reality again. Desk, chair, clothes for the day, mirror, curtains. Still 20 mins. before the daily alarm would start yelling. The day hadn’t started yet and I was up with nothing but nature. Even the baby was sound asleep, a miracle in itself. I took in the 20 minutes I had to myself as an event to appreciate. It had been so long since Twenty Minutes was my own. I used the time to go over the dream I just left.
I remembered an incident back in high school I never resolved in my mind. It was a typical story of missed opportunity, but this one, for some reason or another, was more important in the laundry list of the missed opportunities of my life.
There was this invisible girl who I saw randomly around school. Not the prettiest, not the ugliest – neither, but incredibly interesting in her placid drifting. I couldn’t get around her command of invisibility. I think maybe I remembered her answering a few questions in a Spanish class or something but, other than that, nothing. No gossip about her, no one praising her after dances (who even knew if she Went to dances!), no Most Likely to Do Anything’s. I don’t remember ever hearing her say a single memorable word until the day I was at the Smoke Ring.
I had a habit of randomly smoking cigarettes. Usually, it was when shit went down at home and mom and dad would go on one of their screaming tantrums during the week. The next day I’d manage to find a pack of cigarettes and be out there at the Smoke Ring – the unofficial smoking area for students. It was an out of the way place positioned right by the dumpsters and across from the cafeteria loading dock, behind school. Even on warm days there’d be puddles lying around, perfect for casting out spent cigarettes. The night before, the match had been about television. Why, on God’s green Earth, should my father be allowed to sit on his ass and watch television while my mother be made to cook, clean, and toil hours after her job was over? It was embarrassing how much we still lived in the past. I’d heard harsher fights on the Brady Bunch. But this is what they fought over. Yelling and crashing back and forth and it never amounted to much. I was always embarrassed how in love my parents seemed. Not possible, I told myself. I was 17 and I knew that. I don’t believe it’s like that, so grossly peaceful. So boring. It was this conflict in my brain that started the search in my desk for my smokes, which led me to the Smoke Ring back at school.
(Those days I had a habit of wearing headphones everywhere. I think it’s something every teenager does for a time, when the soundtrack to life becomes stilted. I kept the music going; my tape player running on whatever 90s culture had to give me. Regardless of popular myth, the Smoke Ring was not an entirely social area. When I was in Jr. High, I remember hearing rumors about high school and this place where teachers and students alike were on the same level, slaves to their own addictions and fears. I remember thinking how much I wanted to be apart of this school ground camp fire and hear stories from Seniors about the winning football plays and pass around answers to history exams while sharing gum to chew for the rest of the period. Instead, what I found were the remains of two dozen anonymous cigarettes, the silence of the kitchen generator, and the emptiness of 11am on a school day. I learned quickly; headphones came with me.)
It was Wednesday and I had just finished my first class of the morning and was in the middle of a shamelessly scheduled study hall. Homework was done already and I had three classes left. I stood outside surveying: the gray sky reflected cloud patches off the puddles thrown randomly on the ground. Raindrops from the gutters fell into dumpsters unaccounted for. The generator purred endlessly, taking a moment every so often to let go of a heavy sigh. I forget what I was listening to when the broken fire escape door opened behind me. I had been pondering - if my parents got a divorce, would it just be another game in their love/hate version of a spent relationship. Did they even love each other enough to care that much? People who fight, I thought, fight cause they care about something. You hate cause you love, You get angry cause it matters, you take cause you want. My parents’ arguments on the other hand seemed so bland and passionless, I wondered if they even had makeup sex. Or if they just shook hands at the end of the night, gave a quick peck and took another 6-hour nap. Heatmiser was playing on my tape player when I heard:
“ You got a light?” she asked with a passive tap on my shoulder. I turned around only hearing Girl, my hand in my pocket like it was a gun holster. After making the complete turnaround, I went through the names in my list of people I knew at school to match the one who’s face I stood before, but honestly, as much as I had briefly given this invisible girl a second of my time, I went blank when I grabbed for her name. So already, she had one up on me. Not only was she asking me for my light, but
I’ve already lost. She’s got my lighter and my name.
“Yeah, here.”
She had long brown hair, a sweater with teddy bears on it, blank shoes, a real no one. She probably got B’s on social studies tests, I thought to myself, as she lit her cigarette. If I asked her who Hidalgo was, she might remember. The fan took its lazy sigh and the smell of dish soap mixed in the air with wet dumpster.
“ Thanks,” as she lit it with ease, even as the fan roared its yawn, and a gust of warm kitchen air blew our way. She didn’t budge. She was tough in her teddy bear sweater and for a second I thought, this is what my parents have lost. I wanted to pick a fight with her.
“What class you in?” I asked shifting into neutral small talk.
“Geometry or something. We just had a test and I finished early, you?”
“Study Hall.”
“Cool.”
“Yeah, whoever did my schedule gave me a good Wednesday, wake up go to English, then hang in the library for an hour and half, or just come out here and listen to music.”
“ Cool, what are you listening to?”
“Just a mixtape, uh, I think the Lemonheads are playing now, I forget.”
I had just finished my cigarette so I was sorta standing there without a reason. She went into her bag and took out a pack and offered me one.
“Camel?”
“Nah, I got one,” I took out my own pack and took the lighter back and started my third cigarette of the morning.
“I’ve seen you around, I think we might have classes next to each other on Fridays. I got Spanish 2 in the afternoons.”
“Yeah I’ve seen you too, I’m in Spanish 1. I don’t know, it’s ok.”
We still hadn’t been introduced but, slowly, my memory was filling itself in. Was it Lindsay, or Leah, or Lauren?
“Wanna make out?”
The question was asked with such a lack of feeling, I couldn’t do anything but cough, as hokey as it must have looked. I answered by looking her up and down, her straight brown hair hanging on each side of her face. She wasn’t skinny, but she wasn’t fat by any means either. She was in the middle. The most boring place to be. No hips, no hip bones. Just a sweater with some teddy bears lined up right where her big boobs would’ve been. I wanted to save her.
“Sure.”
Because I was boring too. I moved closer to her, our cigarettes in the air like torches between our fingers. I left her name behind. I kept thinking when the fan was gonna blow next and imagining us standing there eyes closed, slowly tasting each other’s tongues, in a cloud of dirty dishsoap. I grabbed that sweater so slow and fast it almost ripped at the seam by her non-hips. I pulled her towards me – you. here. now. She closed her eyes as her blank shoes slid across the wet pavement. To our right was a dumpster overstuffed with garbage, it would serve as our fourth wall. No words, just the slurping sounds of our lips together.That’s when my brain started.

Sick Day

some work from the past few weeks.
#16: sound collage1 - mt eerie drums and the indians, 1:26

#16: sound collage2 - the indians and birds of america, 2:13

#16: sound collage 3 - indians and b of a w/ mt eerie vocals , 11:39

#13: jugglingtest1 - the finches, "O Goettingen!"


Mixes
#12, 66:47
http://www.mediafire.com/?xdxxbkyyngy
#15a, 32:57
http://www.mediafire.com/?4zdfhmmxtwc
#15b, 47:02
http://www.mediafire.com/?bwms0c4zmu4
#17:doubles mix, 17:58
http://www.mediafire.com/?9ltk9urnjmg
i made 17 today, sick at home.

update

ok, well truth be told, the turntable project has been slightly delayed. caught some trackburn last week on some 45s I bought on the weekend and it's made me realize the importance of good cartridges. the ones i have are great but i can't be having any kind of trackburn, as sirhands calls it, on records i just bought. so im researching and gonna invest in some shure m44s with a headshell as yet to be determined. im still looking. so coincide that with ending up broke as a joke with b of a, and you can see the delay. until then, ill go through some older practices to keep me inspired. m44s, theyre the shit. i cant wait to find headshells just right too. i like how im learning more cause of the setback too. i still am pretty in the dark about what i wanna do with this new project. i just dont want to be lumped into what everyone else is doing. i am inspired by roc raida, brian wilson and the hospitals. the challenge is what inspires me, thanks.

FUCKKKK Earth Day

Earth Day: Too little, too late

http://slog.thestranger.com/2007/04/fuck_earth_day

the secret of my success

- "I see you're a workaholic."
-"Yeah, well, I got a lot of work to do."

R: March - April 2008

i like that the skin's so thin on either side.

Holy Shit.

b is for blend test 2 1/2: the times

third try
from #11
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Question

Is it wrong to eat out of the garbage can, when it's your garbage can?

very first blends

attempts anyway, from #9: (i love the first song cause it reminds me of some ewok obama victory song, you know when theyre praying to c3pO.......no?)
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recorded this saturday morning,
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It's Friday,

Fridayy

Coalminer's Daughter 2008

This guy Richard, better known as Calm Still Flat, from england whos a friend of my friend Michelle Baxter reworked this ollld song from Boston. Wow. I told him after one listen we need to start a band, if it hasn't already been started for us.
Listen to this shit and crap your pants.

Brilliant Colors, San Francisco 2008

Abigail's Video Mixtape #6

(6) Doubles 2,

this is another first attempt, recorded live. i think its obvious what im trying to do.
im also pretty much set with a name, all in good time.

!!!- Me and Guilliani Down By The Schoolyard
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ohhh shit !

They're called The Bad Seeds, hell yeah.

...and equally as genius,

Oh Yeeah!

(2) http://youtube.com/watch?v=XegLxXMHBH4
(3) http://youtube.com/watch?v=XpoKDo5cYNU
(4) http://youtube.com/watch?v=VROjPCGA7j0
(5) http://youtube.com/watch?v=lGJwz-B77FI
(6) http://youtube.com/watch?v=TSlVZx5I1B8

Golden Western Music

I wanna put together a comp. in the next year or so.

drums for mt. eerie 10" and the Koyaanisqatsi soundtrack.
remember the trashcan.

(5) Doubles

here's a couple things i did late last night .
i have doubles of this record. losing my edge. so i did some tests using them
firsts. this is probably as simple as it gets
1) losing my edge
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2) beat connection
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- Cover of Pop n Rock
buy all the 45s of the songs on said video and cover the entire lineup.
- live podcast of practices, include friends, sorta like a radioshow sorta not.

if i Did get an ipod...

it would be for the sole purpose of blasting this at the beach, in the car, on a plane, in a boat, with a goat, with green eggs n ham, on my bike, any old place and Loud as Fuck

(4) Letter M test

Ok,
so this is my fourth time using two turntables at once, recorded live on to an 80 min cd. I've gotten some awesome advice/answers from my own OWK, Sir Hands, who's beats I heard this weekend and damn! - I'm in good hands.
He also told me the mixer I'm using is an 1986 clone of what Jazzy Jeff was using at the time. From the picture on the record sleeve inside 'He's the DJ, I'm the Rapper' I see my mixer's cousin right between Jazzy Jeff's tech12s. I wonder if he named his turntables... Sir Hands exclaimed, "Damn, i never thought to do that! [that's some shit]" Ah, the Law of attraction, all the loose ends seem to be slowly tying themselves into something after years of seeming so random. random patterns repeating themselves over and over again.
Anyway, i always find it so fuckin irrating reading this shit after I've thrown up my thoughts in words. its like i hate explaining myself but i keep doing it over and over again. its not about hating it, its more about hoping something good will come out.
I'm gonna start this series in the middle of the alphabet: M. bear in mind this is only my fourth time doing this so go easy, im not trying anything too serious yet. saf.

http://www.mediafire.com/?cmyktjwbyyw

ps im pissed about the lcd sound system song, i Just bought this 12" (again) today i cant believe it skips. whatever. y'all know what's next - pure goodness.

in the basement with a bar

watch these, sorry for the non-embed.

http://www.germanrhymes.de/Interviews/DJ-Q-Bert-DJ-Sctratch-DJ-Rafik.html

Wrrds of wysdom.

" It tastes better when it's free."
" Your eyes is too hungry for your stomach."
- F. Lum

3 things I want in my house when I grow up.

1)


2)

for the kitchen

3)

Soon,

This has been the theme song at work for the past week or so,

holy shitttt.
and here's the context.
Q:

"P" to come soon, sorta backwards but whatever.

I wanna live in the Eric's Trip house

Holy shittt.

and then...

It's Monday!

the internet's my office

Workin on the Weekend

The Garden of Eden
Went to this one first. Best dj in the one block area I checked out. Small and dark, the girls were eh. a couple. little did i know on a sunday this was about as good as it was gonna get. 2 songs.

Hungry I
not so good. the place was empty. the girls were boring. the chairs were too far away from the stage and the music was awful rock.

The Condor
the rule in sf is alcohol - topless only. so this place was obviously kinda lame. i guess the stage was impressive if there had been hot girls on it. Completely boring. I left during the second girl's set.

The Roaring 20s.
This one surprised me. had the two of the best looking girls, a good sound system, a good dj and a nice stage nice upclose seating. music was fun, girls were fun. tempted but kept it together, sorta. i left being told, "the best part's the wait."

Little Darlings
Another small dark place, but again empty. one kinda cute girl. kinda. music was alright. some of these girls are old n nasty. damn. one good song.

Holy Shit.

This may be the funniest shit I've seen in a loong time.
Gets better n better everytime..

from Extras: Season 2.

Foot Foot, San Francisco 2008.

my first video here in sf. recorded at the fort.

Abigail's Video Mixtape Continues... #5

And this...

simply genius.

I'm gonna wanna listen to this at work tomorrow (Thursday) - they RULE!

pt.3

mindflayer 2003, 2003 i tell ya: I was there.

recorded and posted by bf

pt. 2

practice #2

second idea/test made from practice#2 for album no.5, guitar played the other night, vocals done on garageband today. first take melodies as always. the crappy tape recorder didn't quite record over the mixtape underneath, that's dear nora in the background, then joan of arc. but, do i even need to say this?, its these kind of "mistakes" that're gonna make this into one solid song.
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And in other news...

Michael Williams died yesterday.
He was only 31. They say he went out for dinner Thursday night and never made it home. He just collapsed. While I did not know him very well, it was sill a shock to hear one of my customers(?) was dead. He ordered a lot, so I delivered to his cube a bunch even though he was usually absent. Even just last week or so, I commented to him how he was 'livin the life!', you know sorta 'what's the secret max' sorta thing. He seemed pleased and agreed that he was. Crazy, now he's dead. Going up to the second floor was sadd, people were upset and crying, one girl was packing his stuff up in boxes, his boss left work early. seen it before. i feel like this kind of thing happens more and more as we grow older. but its not like music or movies, it doesnt get old. when i first heard about it, honestly, i was like, ugh guess today's gonna be a headache. and it was for a good part of the day. it makes you think about death and our life and josh and steve. max. this time though, i thought to myself, well at least if i were to go tomorrow, im feelin ok with who i am and what im doing these days. sorta. more than any other time i think. there's always that ap honors biology class that keeps me down.
but i'd rather die at full speed than live at half. or with my brakes on all the time.
after work, i went out and surfed the streets. by the time i got to sleep i had boughten, yep boughten i said it, a tom petty album and came up with some good words for a new idea for a song i recorded two nights ago. i'm taking my time with number 5.

a preview

Batman Begins
saw this awhile ago but was really struck by it. i think its just new blood to whats now a genre that reinvigorated it for me. plus liam neeson fighting on ice is pretty cool too. i liked how dark it was. the girl from dawson's creek plays the vicki vale type character. whatever, who? the scarecrow dude was kinda cool.

Bottle Rocket
obviously the best wilson/anderson film by far. you cant even compare its heart with say the zuzu movie. oops, Zissou. this is owen wilson's finest performance and everything he did after turned to shit. (im just saying that mind you to get your goat) But, truth: a character like Dignan is only born once. im not gonna bother with this scene or that scene cause the whole thing is solid all the way through.

Groundhog Day
before lost in translation bill murray had only a couple attempts with material deeper than say Dr. Venkman in ghostbusters. but here he really shows his distance. thats not the right word but i forget the right word, you know his talents. shit. anyway, watch the movie and feel at peace with shit for an hour and 40 mins then go back to the real world where shit keeps moving on. or just rewind the dvd and watch it over again, and again, and again, and again. the best part of the movie is the story of the street bum. goddamn.

There Will be Blood

this movie's alright. kind of a great undertaking for the dude who made punch drunk love and that movie magnolia. i feel like he's really finding his own place in the history of it all. this movie's long but for me it could have been a lot longer which is a real compliment to daniel day lewis who carries the entire film, although i bet another great actor could have played this part too. if it had gotten made back when it was supposed to - the 70s, then maybe bruce dern coulda done a good job too. but they probably wouldve given it to jack n. anyway its nice to see some refreshing cinema, mind you its not All that, but still pretty good for These Days... the first 15 or so minutes are genius.

why even download into your local computer? when we just have one universal jukebox we can tap into. like seeqpod but more organized and full of information like a library.

president's day

i did this today after a lazy day at work with nothing to do. recorded the guitar part onto a tape this weekend. transfered the tape to the computer and did the vocals in garage band today, which is monday. now im gonna watch caddyshack
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reasons?

some mom wrote this comparing san francisco and detroit. yeah.

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/542843/
ten_reasons_why_living_in_san_francisco.html

I found this earlier today at work and went still

I don't think I'm so far off to create something like this. timelesss.
now i just need a kelly slusher

Halloween (2007)

003 (test), codename: "O"

Better than Barak

Yep.

Benjamin Franklin, my childhood hero

Polaroids.

free movies

http://www.watchtvsitcoms.com/movies.html

trains

Norm.

mixtape002

Ok, here's the second mixtape for this page. Unlike the last one, this one was slightly more thought out, but only slighty. The order uses three sources - itunes, seeqpod.com, and the tape in my walkman - pieced together creating a seemless new order. Each cluster, parallel (ie they all happened at once). All the major formats are represented: mp3s, cds, and records, all used without bias or judgement.
It's actually a lot more simple than it sounds. It sounds ridiculous, probably is.
http://www.mediafire.com/?9sduzxjnjan

anyway enough said, lets bring it back.

Drunk History vol. 1 & 2

vol.1


vol.2

"B on the Beach."

My first job was working at Dunkin Donuts at Hampton Beach. You can imagine the rest...

Olde New Hampshire

I grew up in the town right next to Exeter, NH called Brentwood. We used Exeter's post office because we didn't have a zipcode of our own. Ahhh, Exeter.


...and later on in life I started hanging out in Portsmouth

"Monopoly taught me how to manage my money!" says Satisfied Customer

I was playing Monopoly for awhile there.

Monopoly

and here's how to crack the game so you don't have to buy it

- Control-Click (Right click) on the Monopoly.app to show the package contents
- Look inside the folder /Contents/MacOS
- See the Monopoly....... double click and....
Done

And now... bored at work a quick conglomeration

http://www.sagmeister.com/

but its really this one
http://www.sagmeister.com/work8.html

We're living the future

Yes, but.

+ Sometimes the pace of this town kills me.
Yes, the pace of my heart is one speed and its people are living at another. sometimes it's like a funeral procession. It feels like death sometimes so sllowww. The beat of my heart comes close to stopping sometimes. no really, I've never yawned so much before just standing around than in this city. I feel like I cant relate to anyone because its just the way here or something. i need to meet more people though.

But, I like it here alright; don't get me wrong. it's got it's own charm. Like last night on my bike seeing all those protesters on Market Street going crazy for Obama and cheering to whoever passed them by. That made me real excited, and lucky to be living in This city Now. I feel like 2008 is gonna be a good year to be in SF, with the election and all, this one especially. Those people were so alive in their cries. 2007 was like the death year. The death of Bush, the death of the darkside, the death of the past 8 years. I feel like the people reflect the leader in charge, to a degree. So hope is something we need now and will probably come, simply cause it's nature's course. You gotta keep hope alive cause in another 8 years we're gonna be aching again. I kinda wish SF would care a little more about the homeless problem it had than plastic bags when it comes to front page headlines. My boss just came by my desk and won back some respect. seeing the news on television, it's all very Exciting. :)
+ Sometimes I kill the pace of this town.
United States 2008.

yep

It Came!

Helll Yeah!

the 7" (version)

mixtape002 (short test)

It's Monday!

they got a documentary coming out april 2008, yep.

Batman Begins
Robin Hood
Bottlerocket
Rushmore

And in other news...

ww what?!

Abigail's Video Mixtape #4

mixtape de videos, canción cuatro. cuando éramos niños.

Robin the Hood

The medieval period. This was a time when the true symbolic Arthur was formed. The Arthur who fought with dragons or serpents; the Arthur who married his Guinevere - the Queen of Serpents; the Arthur who would have a shape-shifting father named Uther, another term for Zeus. This was also the time when another character emerged who was also joined with a peculiar female counterpart and who materialized from the mists of history as a mythical hero. This hero was Robin Hood.

Etymologically Robin comes from the Norman 'Robert,' a form of the Germanic Hrodebert and it originally meant 'famous' or 'bright' or even and more pertinently 'to shine.' This is and has always been an indication of one who has achieved illumination or enlightenment.

Robin Hood is therefore the 'Bright Hood,' a similar name to the Naga serpent worshippers or deities of India, with their illuminated serpent or cobra hoods. As many have previously stated there are strong links between the origins of Robin Hood and the Green Man, who is also the ancient Egyptian god Osiris and the Greek-Roman god Dionysus/Bacchus, and so we should hope to find something of interest in the many stories surrounding this enigmatic character.

There are elements of the Robin Hood myth that relate to other legends. The 'tree of life' is seen as 'Robin's Larder Tree,' supplying all that could be required like the 'Horn of Plenty' or the 'cauldron' of Celtic folklore.

Robin's link with the 'Horned God' is also telling as he is Lord and Master over the human 'animals' of the Forest and they are guardians of their stolen treasure, like the hoarding, serpent Nagas of Hinduism. They do good deeds for those who deserve them and dastardly deeds to those who do not. The horned element is also telling, as the horns were symbolic of enlightenment or illumination, just as Moses is often depicted with horns whereas the meaning is simply 'shining.' We must also remember that Moses was taught in Egypt, the home of the Green Man Osiris, and that Moses was the one who raised the Brazen Serpent in the wilderness to heal the people of Israel.

In the connected tales of Robin Goodfellow, the 'trickster of the woods' also known as Puck, there is also the link of Sib, the fairy who lives in the hillside and is linked as being a 'serpent spirit' of healing. Robin falls in love with his lady of the waters or Queen of Heaven (a title also given to Isis the sister/wife of Osiris and also a title given to Guinevere) later to be known as the Maid Marion (Marion/Mary coming from Mer = Sea/water/wisdom) and in many ways is undermining the new Christian world that forced itself upon this ancient mixture of paganism.

Puck incidentally is thought to have a much older pedigree, being traced back to an Irish Pan-like deity known as Pouka. Indeed, Robin Goodfellow is said to be born of a human mother and a god-like father in the form of Oberon (king of the fairies and Ob meaning serpent.) He is also green like the 'Green Man,' which is the special healing color attributed to many things surrounding the serpent cult — such as the Emerald Tablet, the color of initiation into Gnostic mysteries associated with the Masons, and the Green Glass of the Grail.

What we also find however in some of the earlier tales is that Robin Hood and Little John - like Jesus and John the Baptist - were equals. Walter Bower, in the 15th century, said that Robin Hood together with Little John and their companies rose to prominence. This in itself points out that both Robin and John were seen to each have their own followers very much like Jesus and John. They are therefore and must be the 'twins' of Gnosticism, like Castor and Pollux - the duality and balance.

Tammuz, Adonis and Osiris are vegetation gods of greenness. Indeed Osiris himself in the Pyramid Texts at Saqqara is called the 'Great Green' and often appears green skinned as a symbol of 'resurrection and life.' The battle between Osiris and Set seems all the more familiar now in the struggle that ensues between Robin and his archrival the Sheriff of Nottingham. Osiris becomes Horus when resurrected and we find that it is Horus who is protected by the Wadjet snake — the green snake. Even in the way he dies there are links with older mysteries. Robin is ritualistically bled to death like the ancient pagan sacrifices. The deed is done by the Abbess of Kirklees, who acts as the priestess in some ancient pagan ritual. Could it be that the tales of Robin are more ancient than previously believed? Could they really be tales of ancient Egypt and even Sumeria? Passed down over millennia and altered by time?

the guy rules

Hell Yeah!

And in other news...

In the past couple weeks, I've been back in touch with my friend from Wayy back in the day, Matt Lieber. After listening to what I've been up to, he sent me what he's been up to. Of course, it's nothing short of genius.


Here's some more:

vetran.


kissing book.


another day at the office.

I've been slowly looking at other pages and I'm getting more and more fired up (h) about going public. yep.

Hell Yeah!

It's Monday!

"So I did."

(2) http://youtube.com/watch?v=VnCf09Um_iE
(3) http://youtube.com/watch?v=4g-Ttx3FyVs
(4) http://youtube.com/watch?v=3TuG5ru3Km0
(5) http://youtube.com/watch?v=aU3uSLA_BJA
(6) http://youtube.com/watch?v=LNy0WDkXnqw

Colours #2

It's friday and what the hell? No. 4

so i uploaded this last weekend, to let a few people hear it and get a good idea for sequential order. its far from finished, theres a lot to be done so if anything, this is the order of the songs. drunk and stoned i sent this to Magic Marker, after some support, with the words 'i will do better' in the subject heading. they better listen to that shit, id be a good investment.
the album rules. you just gotta fill in the blanks, look past some bruises and stretch your imagination a little.

http://www.mediafire.com/?0tiflhwam0m

Record One:
side a.
Games
Everyday
Beast of Nowhere
Days Gone By
side b.
I came
Queen of the mountain
Greenpoint
King of the land

Record Two:
side a .
shark test
Rocks
Carrie
For Sarah
side b.
knightrider
beercanhands
slow-wave sleep
...headlights

for me its when knightrider starts up the fourth side. and rocks right after shark test, thats key. butt its not about me, any type of feedback is appreciated.

Helll Yeah!

HELL YEAH!

ThePipesGetRUSTY!

http://www.seeqpod.com/
http://www.seeqpod.com/
http://www.seeqpod.com/

It's Monday!

It's still funny...

...to see them dance the same , haha!



Although I'm not seeing anyone pulling out "the Fatality!", whats up with that?

Bringing It All Together.

Alto (1973)


NeXSTEP v3(1992)


??(1963)

(2) http://youtube.com/watch?v=BKM3CmRqK2o

(mixtape 001) test

OK, so here goes.
So... download the file this link will take you to, then i guess drag and drop it into itunes or winamp then hit NAME to order the songs in their correct numerical order.
As sequence becomes more important the order will mean more, right now its just a test in mp3 randomness. hit cmd-t.
some new bands some old, the finches call out, mandarin dynasty takes over, saturday looks good to me prove it again, the four seasons fight back, and hope sandoval sees a blue light or some shit. and if you're wondering how i grabbed the mp3s, scroll down. BAM! See, it all fits.
i wanna end up uploading albums, or uploading stuff you can hear only on records since there's so much lost in the revolving door between the two worlds, analog and digital. just trying to keep it warm in this digital ice age. igloo rock.
hope this test works!

17 songs, 11 bands, 60 megabytes, 60 mins. break out the vicodin.
(mixtape 001) test
http://www.mediafire.com/?d9iwi21luym

I forgot...

about this song too. Holey Shit.

Wow the video seriously rules too. im into the stick figures.
p.s. see what i mean? they both die in the end!

I didn't realize it...The Four Seasons are the SHIT.

I didn't realize it...
but The Four Seasons are the Shit.


This article compares and contrasts The Four Seasons with The Beach Boys
http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&sql=11:h9fuxqq5ldte~T1
I was just reading this article and remembered how someone said that the 50s ended when JFK was shot-63, and I believe musically this is true as well. Basically before 63: when the Beatles landed, was one side of the line and After they did is, well, the 60s.im talking about the U.S. 60's of course. This period, right at the end of 'our 50s' stands as a sort of pre-sixties-60s and the last few years of an era. the era of singles. this is before the concept of The Album As Statement. like the article says, 'if you didn't have an album, you were just a singles act.' so a type of hierarchy started to form. these days we just take albums for granted but back then it was a singles world.
and some of the shit the singles talked about was dark. the obvious one is the Crystals singing phil spector's 'He Hit Me and it Felt like a Kiss', but 'Ragdoll' and 'Dawn' are kind of deep bummed out songs for what I think of the 50s being. Dawn? That shit is depressing, 'Dawn go away I'm no good for you' cause I'm poor as shit and couldn't even begin to make you happy ...damn. thats some hard teen shit. Meanwhile The Ronnettes were dark in that they were fuckmachines. well its really just ronnie. not since helen of troy was a girl this hot. 'baby i love you' is the marching anthem to Complete Fucking Take Over, you came you saw you conquered. listen to it and dont think about fucking.
The sound of music in the end of our 50s was kind of intense, its what they colored within the lines of incredible restraint. its the dark teen soap opera that shadow morton wrote for ronnie spector's enemy no.1, mary holyfuckthisgirlishot weiss to sing with the shangri-las like 'Out in the Streets', '(Remember) Walking in the sand' and of course 'Leader of the Pack'. 50s-noir pop music.
i dont think the era died a natural death either, like ronnie spector says in Girl Groups: a Sound, the british invasion happened over night and boom out went the girl groups. personally, i wonder where this was going, if anywhere. i mean you go from 'Ragdoll' and 'You Don't Own Me' to 'I Wanna Hold Your Hand' and 'Wouldn't It Be Nice?'. the 'Dawn' situation is heavier than 'Caroline, No'. Caroline cuts her hair and the guy gets bummed out- big deal. there's a certain complexity in mainstream pop music before the british invasion. it's a prologue world before bands wrote their own songs, its the end of the 50s right before the big british bang, before the album became Statement, and basically and simply, before the beatles; Thats the shit. reminds me of american new wave cinema and punk, in some cases borderline no-wave in its content, before the 80s and new wave. cycles.

(This is a Program...) test

called Wiretap Studio .

with it you can record ANY sound your computer plays.
i use it to record songs on myspace you can't download, or real audio streams like interviews. you can use it for 30 days with unlimited usage, im trying to find the serial number to crack it, once i do ill post it.

http://www.mediafire.com/?fcsdxulityx

Scene by Scene with Woody Allen (1)

and the rest...
(2) http://youtube.com/watch?v=xFSMEtNN3fg
(3) http://youtube.com/watch?v=izQWRooIXBI
(4) http://youtube.com/watch?v=MJkKsbOpluY
(5) http://youtube.com/watch?v=oupkfGRSy8o
(6) http://youtube.com/watch?v=T7iE8f63VoY

learn strategy from knots

Yep.

Colours #1

The Beach Boys Own

Lest we forget the Christmas of 2006

All five parts.

(1) http://youtube.com/watch?v=83GkctC3wfg
(2) http://youtube.com/watch?v=-5YXWO1SqvA
(3) http://youtube.com/watch?v=m1plRgynwvg
(4) http://youtube.com/watch?v=JG4NYmTjBJ4
(5) http://youtube.com/watch?v=MLpvtxMGdAg

And In Other News... (2)

My downstairs roommate can get a little crazy sometimes, don't we all?
Anyway, last night she decided to do some Spring cleaning early this year starting around 10 pm, and now I know it takes about two and half hours to clear an entire room of its contents out the window.

In Code

Here's the code to remove the top 8 feature in myspace pages. Now that I have it, I'm still on the fence about using it. Maybe I'm against top 8 in spirit rather than in code.

<br /><style type="text/css"><br /><br /><style type="text/css"><br />td.text td.text table table table, td.text td.text table br, td.text td.text table .orangetext15, td.text td.text .redlink, td.text td.text span.btext {display:none;}<br />td.text td.text table {background-color:transparent;}<br />td.text td.text table td, td.text td.text table {height:0;padding:0;border:0;}<br />td.text td.text table table td {padding:3;}<br />td.text td.text table table br {display:inline;}<br /></style>


And here's the code for embedding music files for now.
I used two sites, but I'm sure there's an easier way. First, i uploaded a song at Boomp3.com, free file upload and they give you the player. Then I went into the code and changed the href link from "Listen" (which brought you to their homepage) to "Download!" (think homestarrunner saying it, ha) and linked that to a downloadable mediafire file.
It's probably messy and filled with problems but it works! though, dont copy and paste this - the mp3 id will be different every song, but refer to it when changing the boomp3 html code they give you, ie changing the button and creating a working downloadable link.
Also, can i give a shout out to View Source! Helll yeah!

<style type="text/css"><br /> <br /><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=MP3 ID" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #000; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="DOWNLOADABLE MP3 LINK HERE" target=_blank> DOWNLOAD!</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=1 width=1 height=1 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTExOTk5NDIzNzk2MDEmcHQ9MTE5OTk*MjM4MjM3MSZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /></style>
example.
DOWNLOAD!

Caribbean Rhythms, Boston 2004.

add sequential videos weekly to tell a story in two separate entries in this environment. so all you need to do is update the entry with embedded video code for each new video, the most recent shown at the top. much like a serial novel and makes the blog work more like a webpage. tie together separate entries/ stories at the end.

Abigail's Video Mixtape #3

...Third Song, pretty important. to the cohesive structure, pace, and sequence of the album, its really 2 3 and kill em at 4, you know the roll with it-wonderwall-dont look back in anger sort of arrangement. so with that said, here's no. 3

Web Trends

This gif is not match for just clicking the link below, so do it.
http://www.informationarchitects.jp/ia-trendmap-2007v2
This is interesting too.

http://www.informationarchitects.jp/trendmap3-countdown-internet-2008-predictions#more-455

There's almost 1000 of these up on youtube.

http://youtube.com/profile?user=thunderbird1958
Genius.

And in other news...

Ok so Gene Defcon went ahead and made a movie ?!
like 'What's New Pussycat?' but its Gene fuckin Defcon.

i cant wait to get my hands on this little number, I wonder if he'd trade me for those phil spector bootlegs I was supposed to send him like 30 years ago. Hmmm...
For those of you who forget gene defcon, press play - you can also download!
DOWNLOAD!
FUCKKK YEAH!!!!!
And in Other other news... I uploaded another transfer on youtube.
This is Caribbean Rhythms playing in Twisted Village, Boston 2004. zac kristen and mike

(mediafire) test

Heres a song from the lp 'Night Songs' by the band Stars from backkk in the day. I see their new records out a bunch at the shoppes, but i dont know their new stuff. I keep looking on ebay for this record so hopefully one day i can own it again. it was a decent record.


(and now for my mediafire test)
for the whole song, click this link.
http://www.mediafire.com/?avyto9y2zjl
more songs to come soon.
this is just a test and only a test.

Yep.

double storied you tube videos.
since this blog is vertcially aimed, one youtube video on top of another, the way they stack now but have them interact or work together like stereo.
like stereograms. you have two cameras one filming the top of the the fish tank and the other one filing the depths. that sort of thing.

Hairballs!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hairball

http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&q=hairball&btnG=Search+Images&gbv=2

http://papercuts.tscpl.org/2006/04/national_hairball_awareness_da.html

truth.

we're all gonna be ghosts.

Gooder

Sister,
I typed to you again today.
Here's another video for the mixtape.

Don Rickles

http://youtube.com/watch?v=oeWgPuex2KA
http://youtube.com/watch?v=aurdDoREEcs
http://youtube.com/watch?v=CccrgK8NB74

(1)video songs only, video with audio are sewn together
(2)==> to make an album of videosongs you can watch in a linear sequence or rearrange randomly. both linear and nonlinear.
(3)the audio only version if arranged a different way tells a different story for ears but not for eyes, the visuals wouldnt make linear sense while its audio would.

'video from digital still camera with downloaded mp3 audio transfered into quicktime using final cut pro' test. this is pretty much the experience of me on my bike in headphones.this also a good test of blogger's transfer. yes, its saturday night.

Dear Abby,

Question: If midget fucks a normal girl, will their kid be half midget?

Reminder: rent Karate Bear Fighter tomorrow

I went out to go to B dalton's to see what i could get with my barnes and nobe gift card, sadly it was an experience not very memorable. took some pictures of downtown. i told myself ten ok pictures to choose from then ride back home. so here are some of the selections. these extend from the video idea ive been recording for the past couple years, scenes of exteriors with minimum human interaction.





on the ride home i got a flat and took the bart the rest of the way. had the tire fixed and looked at air pumps which i will buy in the next paycheck, its getting too expensive to pay for it when i could just do it myself. in the 30 seconds it takes to ride home from the bike store, my front tire popped as well. i get the hint; i'll walk. changed phone plans.

Final Cut Pro 5 Free Tutorial Volume 2

(trying to organize these into sequential order is a prologue in itself)
Opening a Project File
Creating a New Sequence
Adding Clips in the Timeline
Assembling Clips with Snapping
Basic Editing
Trimming and the Selection Tool
Navigating with J, K, and L
Overwriting and Inserting Clips
Trimming Clips with the Blade Tool
Undo and Command+S
Timeline Priority

Using the Selection Tool
The Range Selection Tool

Ripple Tool