Marilyn

Fairy Tale Revisited

“Behind every great fortune there is a crime.” The quote from Balzac brings to mind that nothing is what it seems, especially regarding the events of last week’s shocking scandal with the Behr family drug ring. They were a perfect family, from a prominent background. Mr. Behr’s political career was on its way to a senatorial position, Mrs. Behr was a revered interior designer, and the Behr children honor roll regulars and star athletes. The family has been a Sherwood Forest form of royalty, establishing themselves before the town was even settled. Who knew that their squeaky clean mask would be shattered, revealing the ugly truth underneath?
The strive for perfection and normalcy did not just affect one party of this terrible crime. Rebecca “Goldie” Lochs broke into the Behr residence in search of porridge- an addictive combination of heroin, caffeine, and cocaine. She received insider information from the assistant to Mrs. Behr, Rita Hood. Goldie had long struggled with drug addiction and emotional abuse from neglectful foster parents. Her foster home also bred other delinquent children, Hans and Greta Ulrich (of the infamous arson twin fame). Due to her stunning appearance, Goldie was taken in by the social elite of Sherwood. The young social circle tempted her with their lavish lifestyle and party atmosphere. However, with the ups came serious downs. Goldie soon became addicted to cocaine, and moved up to heroin. Many of the socialites could afford these drugs, but Goldie could not. Ms. Hood, a daughter of the mayor of Sherwood, had access to Mrs. Behr’s financial records and plotted a scheme to rob the Behrs of their drugs. She used Goldie to do the clique’s bidding.
After the Wall Street crash last year, the Behrs were hit financially. They had lost all of their assets and risked losing their Sherwood mansion. Determined not to let their status slip away, Mr. and Mrs. Behr decided to enter the drug world. Mrs. Behr’s father was an alleged Mafioso, so the alleyway was available. Once the money was made back, the Behrs decided to continue with the ring, allured by the extra income and glamour.

Into the Wild

some of us just have that streak in them, the tearing desire to just leave and do something bigger and not fit into this ridiculous notion fo life

Eugenio Recuenco cont.

Amazing Photographer from Madrid : Eugenio Recueco

Mildly obsessed with his amazing, cinematic work. This is what I imagine when I read "Alice In Wonderland"or any fairy tale.

Bonus Points for having an entire shoot dedicated to Hitchcock's "The Birds".

A lovely combination of surrealism, satire, aesthetic integrity and random humor. Perfect in every element.

Slight Dali-esque feel to it, and a tad macabre...the result is perfection.

Plus, the man obviously has a penchant for red lipstick and vintage glamor.

Here are just a few examples of his profound pieces, although choosing was rather difficult since I adore each and every one.

http://gawker.com/5365137/why-did-the-fbi-destroy-walter-cronkites-fbi-file

http://lucidculture.wordpress.com/category/nyc-live-music-calendar/

Happiness.

We are to end, by our own hand.

The New York Times has just published an article to add to my Apocalypse Scrapbook, entitled "Scientists Worry that Machines May Outsmart Man". Oh joy, first help create our eradicator, then pose a possible doubt in relation to our mere existence. But where there are the weary, there remain the foolhardy who see no threat in the advancement of technology. What could possibly happen? It's not like nearly all of our current media industries are being ripped apart and the economy collapsing as an indirect result. People truly will not care until humans themselves are threatened...which of course will be too late.


Having A.I. as a real possibility in the near future is not. a. good. thing.

All art IS trash

I'll make all your hobo dreams come true.

tom waits. bitches.

http://beck.com/irrelevant_topics

disney & dali

absolutely adore it, especially because it contains dandelions. now if only it had jellyfish...

Simple is Best

how to live the simplest, carefree life possible while still interacting in the normal world.

1. limit cell phone use.

2. restrict meals to 4 dollars or less.

for instance: ramen, with complimentary ingredients from a salad bar.
add cheeses, sauce, dressing, veggies and even tofu or chicken.
and voila! 50 cent pasta!
3. fight off your demons.
stop listening to the incessant voices in your head. this may include insecurities, paranoia, dread, anxiety, and suspicion. rather than dwell on the negative, focus attention on positive moments devoid of said demons. then exude that energy to the negative places,and see problems melt away.

4. drama just ain't worth it.
avoid at all costs, and cut people out of your life that tend to gravitate around it. it won't leave them, and even worse it may attach to you. like the plague or a smelly goat, just steer clear.

5. nature will sooth all.
go sit outside, relish the rain, bask in the sunlight, sit and do nothing but stare at the stars for a while. soon all the insignificant queries mean zilch, and your body will feel rejuvenated.

make the feeling last. do what makes you happy. erase things that do not.

Rothbury

was the greatest experience of my life.



more later.

Farewell

Apparently nothing gold can stay. Warren Oakes, of Against me!, has decided to leave the band to pursue his restaurant in Gainesvillr, among other things. While being too torn up to actually discuss the event, it needs to be shared. Oh how I will miss his thumping beats, owllike spectacles and shaggy beard. It is a sad day for anarchist folk punk.

This must be a joke.

Society on a whole is on the out & out, and Kanye West is the pied piper for the all too near apocalypse. Evidence one? The following video.



The eighties were possibly the most horrendous in American history (let's just stick to culture-wise for now). The fashion consisted of gold lame, bad geometry and hiliters gone awfully wrong. Hip-hop has been dead for quite some time, save the occasional decent underground emergence. Kanye West is a prime example of our modern atrocity. To consider this music, let alone "rap", is a travesty of sound. His rhymes consist of meaningless repetition, his voice manipulated and dubbed over by a computer program. The beats could have easily been ripped from Drew's Dance Party Mix!, a 99 cent bastardization of club hits. Please, music industry, cease with this prank and release us from this eardrum trauma.

Street Art

Born in Spain, "Sir X" is a graffiti artist with a 1984-esque thematic scheme, his stencils often done in B&W with an alarming pop. Like most artists, his social and cultural commentary casts a weary eye on today's corrupt modern world.

Ambitions

save newspapers (even if it means just collecting them)

acknowledge abandoned houses (live for free)

street art saves (vive la revolution)

protest the onslaught of technology (killing our society & culture)