creamiscle sky

Posted: July 18th, 2013 | No Comments »

from an interview with writer lindsay hunter. love this description of florida:

I’m from the tank top’s paradise, Central Florida. I spent part of my childhood in a little town called Ocoee and part of it in Orlando. You just pictured Mickey Mouse, right? It’s cool, most everyone does. But as a native I always picture the creamsicle sky in the evening, the palm trees even in the junkiest parking lots, a 7-11 on every corner, all the lakes and moss and the heat so close it’s like a layer of your skin. Even now from where I sit in Chicago, I can smell the orange blossoms and the B.O. and the furred shock of air conditioning.

I love Florida, in case you can’t tell. It’s home, and it’s one of a kind, and it’s so ugly and so pretty all at once.

(via the short form) (a new site discovery)


my dip philosophy exactly in exact words

Posted: July 18th, 2013 | No Comments »
ABD, tamalehawk’s diplosophy.

(via lindsay hunter)

“if you  hate dips you hate your life and freedom and truth”

“making a face at a dip”


what the fuck happened between the NBA and the dunkin’?

Posted: July 18th, 2013 | No Comments »

from nat baldwin:

chris herren was my hero in high school.  i saw him play at an AAU tournament in providence when i was 14.  nobody could guard him.  he was fearless, he played like a fucking maniac.  i wanted to play just like him.  a book came out around that time called ‘fall river dreams’ which chronicled his junior season at durfee high in fall river, a tough mill town in southern mass.  it was my favorite book.  at that time i only read basketball books. he had a really good college career and a brief pro career, which seemed to be cut short due to injuries.   i hadnt thought about him in a while until i read an article a couple years ago saying that he crashed his car into a dunkin donuts at 8am with a needle sticking out of his arm.  he was shooting up heroin with his daughter in the back seat.  he had just dropped her off at school.  he died briefly and then came back to life.  the last time i saw him he had a celtics uniform on.  what the fuck happened between the NBA and the dunkin’?   last year, he came out with a memoir called ‘basketball junkie’ and he tells us what happened. its bonkers.    

chris herren was my hero in high school.  i saw him play at an AAU tournament in providence when i was 14.  nobody could guard him.  he was fearless, he played like a fucking maniac.  i wanted to play just like him.  a book came out around that time called ‘fall river dreams’ which chronicled his junior season at durfee high in fall river, a tough mill town in southern mass.  it was my favorite book.  at that time i only read basketball books.

he had a really good college career and a brief pro career, which seemed to be cut short due to injuries.

i hadnt thought about him in a while until i read an article a couple years ago saying that he crashed his car into a dunkin donuts at 8am with a needle sticking out of his arm.  he was shooting up heroin with his daughter in the back seat.  he had just dropped her off at school.  he died briefly and then came back to life.  the last time i saw him he had a celtics uniform on.  what the fuck happened between the NBA and the dunkin’?

last year, he came out with a memoir called ‘basketball junkie’ and he tells us what happened.

its bonkers.


what happened to this project

Posted: July 17th, 2013 | No Comments »

from an email in 2008:

also i’m on a zine-making kick. it’s slow going but i’m in a fever. first one is a document of all the people i’ve kissed. it’s very poignant and makes me extremely reflective. my next one involves defacing and defiguring the book “mars and venus go on a date.”

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interests today

Posted: July 17th, 2013 | No Comments »

 


nectar of the gods

Posted: July 17th, 2013 | No Comments »

If I had a coffee shop, I&#8217;d offer this to people who like black coffee but want to drink it right away.<br /><br />
I think about this ALL THE TIME!!!

If I had a coffee shop, I’d offer this to people who like black coffee but want to drink it right away.

I think about this ALL THE TIME!!!

(via get that l@@k!)


may be in love with kareem abdul-jabbar

Posted: July 17th, 2013 | 2 Comments »

KAJ

 

awesome interview with kareem abdul-jabbar, “Kareem: 20 Things I Wish I’d Known When I Was 30” (via this tumblr). he quotes jean-luc picard, schopenhauer & the movie colors, calls himself “K,” makes flan, talks being a secret nerd. also he’s SEVEN TWO.

19. Do more yoga. Yes, K, I know you do yoga already. That’s why you’ve been able to play so long without major injuries. But doing more isn’t just for the physical benefits, it’s for the mental benefits that will come in handy in the years ahead, when your house burns down, your jazz collection perishes, and you lose to the Pistons in a four-game sweep in your final season.

and from his wikkipedia page: he was an only!!!! and originally named ferdinand!!!! and weighed a lot when born!!!!

Abdul-Jabbar was born Ferdinand Lewis Alcindor, Jr., on April 16, 1947, and grew up in Harlem in New York City, the only child of Cora Lillian, a department store price checker, and Ferdinand Lewis Alcindor, Sr., a transit police officer and jazz musician. At birth, he weighed 12 pounds, 10 ounces (5.73 kg), and was twenty-two-and-a-half inches (57.2 cm) long.

ALSO HE PLAYED FOR TWENTY SEASONS.


xtreme inspiration

Posted: July 17th, 2013 | No Comments »

inspiration

charlotte rampling, bomb ass bomb, pictured here with her husband jean michel jarre (!), who did this bananas $$$$ laser/sound display in houston in 1986, which literally every houstonian i know saw, including meself, on the roof of my dad’s friend’s building:

In 1985 Jarre was invited by the musical director of the Houston Grand Opera to perform a concert celebrating Texas’s 150th anniversary. Although he was busy with other projects and was at first unimpressed by the proposal, on a later visit to the city he was immediately impressed by the visual grandeur of the city’s skyline [IS THIS TRUE?! KIND OF DOUBT IT], and agreed to perform. 1985 also marked the 25th anniversary of the foundation of the Lyndon B. Johnson Space Center, and Jarre was contacted by NASA to integrate the anniversary into the concert.About 2,000 projectors shone images onto buildings and giant screens up to 1,200 feet (370 m) high, transforming the city’s skyscrapers into spectacular backdrops for an elaborate display of fireworks and lasers.


kim deal

Posted: July 16th, 2013 | No Comments »

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Kim Deal in Spin, 1995: “Of course I know how my photos look. I know I come off lookin’ like a fuckin’ haggy housewife compared to all these other women in rock, and that’s fine with me, man. So I don’t wanna wash my hair, fuck you, this is how I look.”

(via lindsay zoladz)


losing yourself

Posted: July 16th, 2013 | No Comments »

from kris kristofferson’s “things i’ve learned” interview in esquire:

The closest I’ve come to knowing myself is in losing myself. That’s why I loved football before I loved music. I could lose myself in it. Music and drugs and rock ‘n’ roll — all of it is for you to lose yourself.