sick

been feeling nauseous all day, the kind of tummyache that ultimately wants one thing - fountain mr. pibb.

for real it makes me feel better, but i got to wondering about it's medicinal properties. how does your garden grow, mr. pibb?

here is what i learned:

citric acid is used in food products to produce tangy or sour tastes. "citric acid" seems like it would be a derivative of lemons and limes and other citrus fruits, but it is cheaper and easier to mass produce this same taste from fermented "aspergillus niger" or the black mold that comes from fermented molasses and phosphoric acid.

this mold is common to onion fields, appeared within the jewled walls of ancient egytpian tombs, and found within humans as "otomycosis" - aka fungal ear infections.

here it is being cultured for industrial use:


whoa we are filthy creatures.

fuck it

little manatee claws.

worlds longest tunnel

yall

stop

playin


um i came in from a chilly dog walk to the giants/rangers game.
turns out the giants is some cuties. please enjoy these boys. also
above that's linceum the pitcher he's 14 years old <3.

holymoly

look how much fun these parents are having

this little guy

when morton is clean
we're all a bit cleaner

do u know about nicki?

she's killin it for young money. but this is what's important

there's this kanye track that was released in august - "monster"
it features nicki and jay-z. please have a listen

you gotta troop thru cause truly kanye's and jay-z's verses are silly. they rap about regret and address various mistakes that people hate on them for. business as usual.

and then nicki minaj, at 25 and still without an official album release, steps in and mashes out these high-grossing pussies. i wouldn't even call them "pussies" in earnest except on this track they get sent to bed early no desert, double spank.

i've been listening to a lot of FM hip-hop lately, pretty rhymes steeped in hairy balls. not to start another conversation about masculine undercurrents or debilitating sexism in modern hip-hop, because these are issues without end and with or without shitty lyrics there are plenty of songs that are genuinely fucking great. it does inevitably wear on the brain though, verses espousing mental and physical domination over women. which is why when nicki cuts in on these fools i no joke get chills

"YOU CAN BE THE KING BUT WATCH THE QUEEN CONQUER"

sexual politics, third wave, blah blah much debate but what we are left with : nicki eats your.dick. for dinner

insincere golfers need not apply

can't wait

for more docile, kissing robot technology.
or any kind of cross-species romance really

get at slava

so good

for morton

you are my favorite
but i never knew
about someone's bowels
like i know about yours
babydoggy

i just broke netflix

cause of death: ordered Martin, season 1

funployed!

found: one job.

it has to do with fish and dogs and calendars and clients and the internet.



perfect. in other news, i found these recipes and they are so fucking good. one is for chana masala, i made it today and was super easy as long as you let it simmer for almost 2 hours so everything gets broken and flavorful. this dish is super forgiving for instance in lieu of tomato paste i used ketchup and it was totally fine. we put it on cous cous and now are full of protein.
recipe 2: curtido, the amazing coleslaw used for pupusas. i used purple cabbage and the leftover boil water was so fucking beautiful. now i have a ton of purple curtido leftover for veggie tacos with bean dip and yogurt. get that.

thursday

spent all day landscaping the front yard forest, increased muscles 46%, made 1 smoothie, coffee, 3 episodes simpsons, laundry, job applications. later there will be iced tea and outdoor dining. Do you understand?

In 2010 I am a mother-fucking WOMAN

and dirt don't hurt

"The anthropologist Mary Douglas is famous for writing about dirt as a shifting category for everything that is out of place: shoes on the floor aren't dirty, but shoes on the dinner table are; it isn't dirty to have cooking utensils in the kitchen, but it is to have them in your bedsheets. She sees what counts as dirt as a gateway to the bigger systems that judgments like this are caught up in, and a way to figure out how commonsense judgments become that way."

- the believer / mary douglas


similarly, it's interesting to google image "dirty" and come up with a wealth of imagery that is not explicitly dirty but rather culturally constructed taboos, in particular images of womens clothed crotches... and this, legitimately dirty specimen:




which happens to be tween movie star zac efron's waxy ears, which is amazing. thank you the internet and mary douglas.

i get a strange magic

hard yell/choral wail gets me every time

props

proposition 8







proposition 19











hope y'all are voting. also, why are burt and ernie available to illustrate all modern political debate

sum smelly nip

divorce daughter

Parents of three girls, for instance, are 10 percent more likely to split than are parents of three boys.


especially intrigued by the comments section declaring daughters harder to raise - are we "harder" to raise, require or inspire greater emotional investment, full of greater expectations, what is this china, i don't even know anymore

just another river rat

found: kickin it in the potomac

washington post

im trying but your website is the worst

how do i get nineteen-80's butt?

stairmaster? im trying ok

rampage

want 2 barf?

it's ok, barf. we cute as hell.

tunnel vision

atlantic ave

tidal power

two sisters beat up male friend

by tuesday it should look like this

cleanliness over sentiment in 2010

FLA

hey gramma

future bangs

gonzalo lives

8.12.2010

netflix knows

duh everyone wants to be a pop star

stanley come over

to all you young, bloodthirsty bee-boopers

im moving really soon - what's the cheapest way to drive outta this joint?
looking online has yielded results in the 300ish to 700ish fields - can this be the way?

please share your transportation thoughts.

also, if you or a loved one has a minivan they want to donate to the cause, i will honor them with dinner, movies, and even a quilt.

thanks, see you in maryland!

today in the subway i saw a little brother with an enormous backpack being led by an enormous older brother. the older brother was carrying the little brother's italian ice somewhat precariously in his other hand, and i started paying closer attention when the water ice dropped and the older brother stooped to clean up the mess / kick at it apologetically; the little brother began walking impossibly fast, and at first i thought he was reacting really well to his ice getting spilled on the subway floor.

but occasionally he would turn around, glance at the older brother, and speed up his pace. he sped-walked to his small round mother and began to frantically point at his enormous brother, his voice kind of reaching a desperate anxiety that he had done well to disguise after the initial ice-drop.

the little mother was hanging with some friends and in any case, was obviously unimpressed with little brother's whines and the defensive pleas of older brother.

it made me wonder how often we approach impervious third parties to deliver punishment or at least rulings when in fact greater clarity would involve looking said culprit in the face and getting so real - "you were careless. im sad"

but also i mean, what a bummer about your water-ice kiddo

sunday, lucky

here are some things that happened on sunday:

saw magical women
saw magical wallaces
ate really good peaches
got pulled over by the police
chewed a "double bubble"
did not get arrested by the police
neither did amanda
found 20 dollars
split it with a 17 year old
found mr wilson
ate more double bubble
danced with my baby
on top of a roof
forgot that berger cookies were in the freezer, but then remembered