Tuesday, September 23, 2014

say no to sex, drugs, and cocoa puffs

Screw you, Chuck Zlosterman.

I read your book and it was one of the most well written pieces of self deprecating garbage I have ever read. And I read a lot of garbage. But what you've done with the book, Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs has currently placed you in second for my (drum roll please) "People-I-have-never-met-but-I believe-them-to-be-my-nemesis" list.

But hey Chuckie Chuck. I guess you did something right by aggravating me to the point where I felt it necessary to write my first book review.

First, I will point out that I did not purchase this book. Someone asked me if I wanted to borrow the book. What was their pitch? Oh, I'll tell you.

"Do you want to read this book? You can borrow it. It was terrible."

That should have been the first sign that I'd hate it.

It also took years before I even looked at it. I left it laying around my house, packed, moved, unpacked, let it lay around a second house and then only read it when my power went out. A.K.A. I was bored out of my freakin' mind.

Now, I read through the whole thing. At times I wanted to spike the literature out the window. However and like I said; it was well written. And even if I was fundamentally revolted by the content, I was willing to read something, "well presented".

Klosterman begins by complaining that no woman will ever satisfy him. Mostly because he's a moron and tries to be someone that he's not. But then he goes on and complains throughout the book by sharing his misguided beliefs on how it's the "cool kids" fault. Or Coldplays. Or whatever else? Because being published and being a senior writer for SPIN magazine is the epitome of uncool right Chuck? I suspect most of your problems actually have more to do with your inner struggles coping with "Man PMS".

Most of the book is tongue-and-cheek. He is a lone, vapid, hipster struggling to feel something and get life right. But with all his semi valid points and pop reference anecdotes, I found it disheartening that he spends a long time focusing on things like The Real World and Saved By The Bell. Then, in his next breath, he takes wonderful things and smashes them under his foot. And when you add the fact that he pieces it all together in a bizarrely fragmented contradiction, a looping bad record, I just can't take it.

I mean, seriously, Klosterman you sound like an asshole.

Friday, September 19, 2014

vibrational art

I just finished a painting that is going into a Metaphysical store. I am super excited about it. So much so, that I let Andy film me painting.


And here is the finished piece called, "Genfold Frequency".


Sunday, September 7, 2014

vegetarian

Today was an interesting day. It started out like any other day. Andy and I did regular errands, ate lunch, went shopping and then came home. We sat down to watch something on Hulu. And then it happened. A commercial changed Andy's life. There was crying and emotions. And after hours of calming him down it was clear, he had become a vegetarian forever. No meat. No fish.

Not, that I'm complaining. I've been trying to get us to eat that way at home for years. The big change is that we don't have to argue over restaurants anymore.

And what caused this you might ask?

Monday, September 1, 2014

ghosts of hair color past

I colored my hair today. Back to it's natural brown black color. My hair has been growing out at an insane speed (a little over an inch a month) so bleaching it and always having roots was getting ridiculous. So here is a nice montage of all my old colors worn over the last year or so.