East 10th Street: Self Portrait with Empty House … a judiciously austere production… sweet and sinister… (Oliver is) a living work of theater all by himself.” - Ben Brantley, New York Times “…an outlandish cast, worthy of Dostoyevsky… creepy and droll beyond words… a pitch-perfect delivery… profoundly affecting.” - New York...
perhaps one of the best shows ever. they make food by creating their own contraptions and gadgets. as an added bonus, they are all musically inclined…. beyond cool. my fave by far would be their taco machine. yo quiero. this can be viewed on the food network (though im pretty sure it has been cancelled)
note: any spelling or grammatical errors in the previous post is due to my inability to concentrate and multi-tasking while watching anthony bourdain. that is all. goodnight folks.
school is done soon. must read. must focus. must be a robot for the next month. wish me luck. 1001010101001010101010010101010001010.
those left standing will make millions writing books on the way it should have...– warning
if i hadn’t made me, i would’ve been made somehow…– make yourself
saturno / light of day / money talks // the plastics revolutions this makes me want to travel and soak in some needed sun.
do superheroes exist?
i was reading watchmen earlier today and contemplated on the term vigilante. i have often associated this with the comic diction and have unknowingly separated it from any application to actual life. yet when you really think about it, we are all vigilantes in a way. our moral lapses often define who we are even when we know it is, by definition, wrong. but then, how do we know it is wrong when...
i know places // lykke li
mermaid sashimi // juan son
you’re just all sorts of fantastic.– me, myself, and i
justinborja: “i’m so jealous… i’m pissed that he kissed her” - samantha cruz i missed out on kissing travie mccoy due to under-aged fan girls hogging the front stage. don’t you worry travie, on a saturday morning, we will schmooze about the funny that comes from cartoons and the nostalgia it brings to our big hearts…
actor out of work // st. vincent
do it like a dude (acoustic)
spotted: george clooney and his ridiculously charming smile.
album review of lykke li’s “wounded rhymes” from “youth knows no pain” to the end of the LP to “silent my song”… it is quite different from her first. it seems this time around she is using her voice at its rawest. no dainty notes, or clarity in the words. it leaves an impression on your chest for lack of a better word to equate the heaviness of it...
great days are made of bloodshot ones. bloodshot...
when you love yourself, that’s when you receive authentic love from...– jada pinkett smith (a woman of wise words)
the next frugal traveler
i’ve been contemplating on what ideal career would cater to my infinite amount of interests, opinionated nature, heart-wrenching desire to care for others and world issues, and living life to the fullest… then it hit me! i am going to be the next frugal traveler. whether that be in association with new york times, creation of my own television series similar to that of anthony bourdain...
interview with edward sharpe and the magnetic zeroes their music embodies life and all things good.
me: dad, why did you marry mom? him: i didn’t. she married me. me: haha, no really dad… him. i was drunk.
received an “exception”al pass today...