post post meta: 2010

oh yeah

and this

which will always and forever remind me of nick andopolis and his satin shirt with joel from MST2k as judge of the disco contest

sorry mama, but I'm taking a break from packing for DC to upload all the new music i've gotten recently since limewire died onto my iphone for my trip and clearing out my backlog of shazams that deserve to live on forever on my weblog. ps i'm writing this on a typewriter you guys. merry xmas.

and I still can't get enough of this movie and also the dramatics

superhyphy!

I'm done! with school! for a while! and it makes me feel like this!

yaddamean? (for sheezy).

really though

where you from.

awe! y'all

so i went home to kansas city for thanksgiving and this came on the radio as i was driving around the suburbs in my moms car.

(does that woman have an adams apple? or do i just see trannys everywhere.)

which immediately reminded me of this beautiful jewel of palmetto, ga:

which then reminded me of the greatest night of my life when i was deaundra peek for halloween that one time. ooooooooo. oooooooooooooo.

a few things

1. i used to think that the world was divided between people who like Car Talk and people who don't like Car Talk. now I realize that its really a difference between people who like Car Talk and people who are ignorant.

2. there are only 4 weeks left of the semester, and I am so excite. i'm going back to DC for winter break and I have no real plans except to read Anne Rice's interview with a vampire quadrilogy (real word? there are 4 books) in the tradition of reading teen vampire romance novels (*cough twilight cough*) while its cold and bleak outside.

3. I lied, I do have plans for break. I'm going to muhfuhkin BARBADOS for my birthday! where's Barbados? I don't know, its an island I think. I have a passport and a sarong and i don't give a shit. i'm going to drink rum drinks out of coconut shells with tiny umbrellas and do this the whole time:

azz everywhere

NSFW:

have you guys heard of Bounce? its like gay new orleans butt dancing rap. amazing.

this makes me uncomfortable and yet i want to be at that show like more than anything. ps, that girl at the end is FREEKY DEEKY.

they're breakdance fighting! pt 2

weird

identical jams

lady gaga is to wale's dc:

as mia is to rye rye's baltimore. amirite. also, wale videos make me homesick.

this is not a music blog

but it seems like it sometimes, mostly because I am busy and lazy (strange combo, i know) and also bc I listen to the radio a lot and watch tv and movies and a lotta lotta videos on youtube and it takes less effort to post a link than to write something interesting made of words. so, here's another video. this one is from my one conservative friend at berkeley who also hates california and can't wait to move back east where people are mean and cold and just want to make money goddamnit get me out of here.

kind of a pussy band but the sentiment is right.

another one where the background singers are muppets

wait that's not a genre?

como what

7 days

(or weeks) until the semester is over. Happy Halloween.

jam squared

holy fart you guys, I just watched Wattstax. run don't walk and learn something about music and america.

realness, popomo style.

when i walk around during the day there is always a little drag queen in my head screaming "MAH-DELL!" because i have high self-esteem.

wuv.

they're breakdance fighting!

this video really has everything you need.

this is some meta pomo right here

i feel like I am always learning years later that songs that i love are not original but are sampled or remixed from other famous songs by other people and this really should be obvious but is like messing me up sometimes.

like these ladies

totally sampled this guy

or like this

came from this

and this bible thumper

totally sampled this gal

not to mention this classic

which IS A TOTAL REMAKE OF THIS CLASSIC

i don't know whats real anymore.

this song is in my head

thanks alot, 98.1 KISS fm.

man, does that woman have a creepy face. but i do envy her her satin sheet JLo jumpsuit.

you-dosing

these would be mushrooms?

just dance

do you promise to love crap jamz for the rest of your life?

i do!

i went to a friend's wedding in Mill Valley a couple weekends ago, and they played these songs. they are trashy but i wanna marry them and have their babies and move to the suburbs.

the bride and groom are like vegan and straightedge so there was worry that there wouldn't be open bar but there was so whew. i sipped Dewars and beer and towered over everyone bc the bride's Persian family were like munchkins.

but so the groom apparently still went to Vegas for his bachelor's party (why?) and apparently they played this while he got lapdance after lapdance (oh right), so when this came on, he ran screaming onto the dancefloor and started moshing and shouting "this is my song". i don't know how to dance right to this kind of jam so i punched the air a lot.

ps, this is me in a pretty dress with a sparkler.

get on the bus

ocean beach, sf

well this is amazing

yo! send me tea

this right here

was egregiously omitted in my prior post. urrbody pay attention.

exit music for a film

if my summer in DC were a film.

bye dc, its been a great summer but its checkout time.

lates

here's an ipolaroid pictorial to make up for the last month and a half of radio silence around here.

best roomies ever.

human centiPARTY, reenacted at Trusty's.

checking my hair at big bear.

DC don't stand for Dodge City.

new york, as a motel painting.

landmarks and seascapes.

parting bagel, extra toasty.

and back to the bay and the coldest frozen hell of a false summer.

in my tranny fantasy this is what i look like*

this is also what i'd wear to burning man. not that i'd ever go to burning man. ok this is what i'd wear to graduation.

*i can also shoot fireworks out of my acryllic talons.

dirty dancing

has been playing a lot on the tv lately when i get home from work and want a snack and so i've been watching it a lot lately while i snack. it has some really good music in it.

also i can't believe patrick swayze is still dead.

he's like the wind.

finger pickin good

a few weekends ago, Kate and I went berrypicking at Larriland orchards in BFE maryland (larriland maryland hahahahaah) and we bought the farm.

we picked blueberries

and black raspberries

and tart cherries

and beets and spinach

then i modeled a bit.

then the next day we made jam from the raspberries and borscht from the beets and i preserved a boatload of cherries to make a cheesecake for 4th of july. ta da!

i'm good

the semester of pain is over, along with 1/3 of this whole gratuitous adult education thing i thought was a good idea. eff this. i'm thinking of quitting and becoming a courier (baaaahahahahahaa).

whatevr i'm coming back to DC tomorrow and i'm spraying champagne in all you bitches eyes.

im braking up w u

california.

don't let the door hitcha where the good lord splitcha.

kiss and say goodbye

i'd like to talk about something today. i'd like to talk about the radio. and say, and say, i love you. radio. specifically, i love you 98.1 kiss fm, the Bay's old school.

i'm gonna miss you. c u in 12 weeks. xoxo.

(luh' you wpgc!)

hey sergio I've got hulk hands!

everyone knows about this right?

kvelling. mit. so. much. nachas.

my bff from high school just had a freaking baby. he's a carrot top.

can you die from kvelling? so gd cute.

i love everything about this jam

especially their tranny fly girl clothes and that less than zero condo.

beach weak, pt 2

i want to roll around on a white sand beach and sip fruity rum drinks and to say "feeling good louis, looking good todd" over and over until i barf off the side of a yacht. man i have senioritis.

dc rascal

hey guys, I'm going back to DC for the summer. I got an internship with a health policy think tank where i'll get to fool around with some numbers and like fix america. just like they been teaching us at grad school. i'm stoked to get out of the people's republic of berkeley for a while and spend some QT with the fine people of bloomingdale: stooping with peeps, listening to WPGC, carbombs, sweating, riding my bike around at night, going to the market and big bear, and getting eaten alive in the festering malarial swamp that is our nation's capital in the summer. now if school would fucking end already.

u can be mah bonnie ah can be yo clyde

i went snowboarding in tahoe for spring break and all i got was this face full of windburn.

i also played 5 games of monopoly (of which i only lost 4), watched Saw VI and Wolf Creek, hottubbed, and drank tallboys in the sun by the lake. up yours, mexico!

AWE!

On friday, I went to a drag show at Aunt Charlie's in the Tenderloin with friends Toshio and Caitlin (of Where's Lulu?). It was the most awesome. We got to sit in the front row and my face hurt by the end of the night from grinning like an asshole.

Adding another to my list of trannys I want to be, we have 1million yr-old Miss Vicki Marlane, the lady with the liquid spine:

Rarrrrr!

She is the subject of the documentary Forever's Gonna Start Tonight, which looks AWESOME.

Also in rare form were the rest of the Hot Boxxx girls:

Gina LaDivina, the italian stallion

Aurora Styles

Ebony Pearl, aka "chocolate bon bon"

and Collette Legrande, "your cocktail waitress"

so awesome.

identical jams

criminal love edition.

sf playlist

i've been steadily adding to my list of san francisco themed films, and I thought i'd share some good ones.

the Bridge

ghostride the whip

wild parrots of telegraph hill

dirty harry

heart and souls

bullitt

and in my queue:

A View to a Kill

Tales of the city

The Towering Inferno

Wattstax (not so much San Francisco as LA, but still looks awesome)

identical jams

ok these are totally different jams. but nearly idents in terms of the secret hobo/mobster backdoor speakeasy robot danceparty dreamscape video. nawmsayin.

i listen to the radio so you don't have to

new jam

so nice they played it twice on 106.1 kmel oakland. come on #*%$@!

spotted.

A. getting drunk after the 48-hr project and wandering into Amoeba music on telegraph on my way home and buying these cds because the covers looked cool.

rush week

for the 48-hour policy school hazing ritual i'm about to endure, the most significant preparation i've done is stock up on candy and make a mix for a japanese homosexual friend of mine. he's out of town and hasn't picked it up yet but i'm feeling petulant so here are some super exclusive leaks.

you heard it here first.

i hate california.

me and mariah go back like oscar meyer

this is old news.

you got me!

one week into the semester and I haven't killed myself yet. yet. plus i have visitors from the east coming to the Bay this weekend hooraaayyy!!!! i feel like throwing on my partytime feather headress and twinking around in a loin cloth and uggs to some super homo disco.

now march! y'all voguein?

not enough

school starts tomorrow and I haven't even finished Breaking Dawn yet, let alone Bardach's 8-fold path. I did however manage to do the following over break:

went to DC, heart
caught up on my netflix queue of san francisco-themed films
read 10000 books including firsts by Malcolm Gladwell (barf), Michael Chabon (barf), and (nearly) the Twilight saga (barf forever)
made 3 kinds of soup, including lentil, corn chowder, and veggie chilli
went to Tahoe where I drank hot toddies, snowboarded like an old person, and failed to complete a puzzle by the fire
and um.... that's about it

oh and I just made pumpkin butter

I went to the farmers' market in downtown Berkeley on saturday expecting all the stands to be overflowing with pumpkins. apparently I missed the part where they sold them all before thanksgiving. luckily one guy had these 3 beauts left.

I scooped out the seeds and guts, roasted the meats in the oven for like 45 mins, and skinned em. Then i ran it all through my tiny baby food processor like 4 times until it was smooth enough. a hand mixer is at the top of my shopping list after that ordeal.

I added cinnamon, ground cloves, and a bit of nutmeg, plus 2.5 cups sugar, a cup of OJ, and a cup of water, and cooked it down til it looked like baby poo.

then I let that shit sit on the stove overnight while I went out and grinded to 90's hip hop at Booty Bassment at the knockout in SF. Then I came home the next day and canned it all up.