COP ROCK

This is a musical cop drama from the 90s - Cop Rock. Awesomely horrible.

suppenkuche

Suppenkuche is a seemingly authentic German restaurant in the Hayes Valley of San Francisco. Last night I had a great dinner with my beau and got the classic German Salat mit Karotten, Kraut, Kartoffeln, Rote Beete und Kopfsalat and some yummy mushroom soup that was intense. Very filling. He got the schnitzel, being a man and all, which he couldn't finish.

So, because the mushroom soup was out of this world delicious and satisfied me enough to the point where I couldn't finish my salad, I took it home. Lo and behold, I brought it to work this morning and wrapped it pretty shitty which led to it creating a gorgeous beet-colored lining on the bottom of my $200 Statistics book. The price I pay for being rushed in the mornings.

Factoid of the Day: KDKA is the oldest radio broadcasting station still going today. Coming out of Pittsburgh in 1922. Thank you Frank Conrad!

ss/maudegone

I've always thought Shannyn Sossamon was a beautiful soul from what I've seen from her in film. I'm a big fan of Warpaint and now I've stumbled across her Maudegone project and I'm an even happier little bee now that I've found it. The clips are small but all equally mesmerizing.

lovelovelove


LoveLoveLove from the maudegone company on Vimeo.

THE GIRL NEXT DOOR

A movie that's incredible tough to watch, let alone try and understand. It's very powerful. I couldn't even finish it to be completely honest here. The Girl Next Door is a film based on a true story of the torture, and eventually murder, of Sylvia Likens in Indiana during the mid-60's. Here's the trailer. Beware.

Stephen King himself referred to this as the suburbia-in-hell version of Stand By Me.

billy the kid: the documentary

“I’m not black, I’m not white, not foreign…just different in the mind – different brains, that’s all…” explains 15 year-old Billy in Jennifer Venditti’s provocative coming of age film. Billy's intuitive commentary and intimate verité footage reveal a unique attitude as he responds to a painful childhood, first time love, and his experience as an outsider in small town Maine. By turns humorous and disturbing, this portrait challenges the viewer to look beyond labels and contemplate the future of a teen still in the process of becoming. http://www.billythekiddocumentary.com/

Freaking Out

Some of my favorite things about yesterday include, but are not limited to:
- Frisco Freakout festival at Thee Parkside, SF's self-acclaimed dive bar. Proceeds benefit Creativity Explored, a nonprofit visual arts center for developmentally disabled artists.

- Mythical Beast via New Orleans, Austin now Kansas City. For the life of me, they are the most beautiful beasts ...
- Being loved. It's good to know that people you care about still care about you - maybe even more than they did before. It's like I always prepare myself for the worst and continually surprise myself by my thankfully failing pessimistic thoughts. The world really isn't a negative shit hole... just my interpretation of the what the future may hold. There are so many beautiful things out there. Like Brazil for instance... Almost everything is beautiful in Brazil. The sun, the sand, the hills, the views, the people, the food (but not the beer), the jungles... Jesse and I had the pleasure of being there for two weeks (not enough time) and it was dreamy.

Sadly, mango is out of season. I want some strong, powdery mango texture... I bought some yesterday and it was like gelatin. I miss you mango.

My favorite pants need to go to the tailor's. They suffered from last night/yesterday's debauchery. The story of their demise is a mortifying story at that and maybe - just maybe - one day I'll have the balls to post it on the web. I'm sure it will make you smile. Nonetheless, yesterday was a good day for me and my life. There's some about pulling all-dayers that really brighten up my horizons. All the great music, sunshine, socializing w/ good people, great beer and great pizza... it was a nice day. I should be giving more but I need to get to moving furniture in my house. And get down to listening to some Velvet Underground's 5-disc comp courtesy of Jesse. More soon!

Creepy Dreams

Last night was probably one of my more interesting dreamcapades. Fortunately my mind is healthy and runs amok like a wild banchee all over the world, committing FUN and sometimes HORROR and having a lot of sex but this dream was a bit wacko. During one point in the dream I think I was going to punch something and I literally, in my sleep, turned over and punched the wall. It was really loud but... I just went back to sleep. Then I was flying in the halls of Kennewick High School, my beloved high school. Go Lions! And I had a little baby and I was lost on the MUNI traveling all over the place to do something for this baby. At one point we were preparing for a disaster, probably an earthquake, and I was outside on a wee porch on the steps when I noticed that there was a humongous fucking spider with an electric blue ass. *P.S. Electric Blue is my favorite color. I ran upstairs to let my family know that there was an electric blue tarantula in the bushes and they were just like "Oh, yeah.. we called someone about that a couple of days ago and they should be here soon to check it out." Uh - kill that thing. It was a creepy one - let me tell ya. It's ok to kill your favorite color. Not sure how symbolic that really is.
The spider monster eventually came upstairs and grew into this lifesize Fat Albert and was trying to bite my bro. Since I'm always the hero in my dreams I somehow had the spider clench his teeth around my arm but somehow he wasn't biting me. It's like I was sucking all of the energy out of him. After he was done with pretend biting me he just kinda withered away and we were all merry friends. This always happens in my dreams: Chucky's trying to kill me and my friends and I turn around and say "No Chucky - let's be best friends. We love you." and little questions asked he just obliges and we trot off into the rainbow. Creepy but inspirational.