Consumption Diary: 03/15/15 - 03/21/15

Sunday 03/15
-Two mugs of Cafe Du Monde coffee w/ chicory
-Pork belly egg and cheese "brunch" po boy
-"Southern Peach" cocktail (peach moonshine w/ peach soda)
-One pint Andygator barley wine
-Three 12oz cans Pabst Blue Ribbon beer
-Three or four "craft beer" pints
-Four takoyaki balls
-Chashu ramen w/ an egg
-Ten or twelve light American Spirit cigarettes

Monday 03/16
-One 12oz Iced coffee w/ a few drops of agave syrup
-One hand rolled American Spirit cigarette
-One taco supreme taco from Taco Bell
-One taco supreme taco w/ Dorito shell from Taco Bell
-Two "East Los Mules" (a Moscow Mule variation that replaces vodka w/ tequila)
-Two spliffs w/ AK47 sativa & American Spirit rolling tobacco
-One taco supreme taco from Taco Bell (saved from before, eaten cold)
-One slice of cheese pizza
-One 24oz can of Tecate light
-Two or three sips of Jim Beam whiskey
-Eight "regular" 12oz Tecate beers w/ lime
-One shot Jose Cuervo tequila
-One joint unknown marijuana (shared)
-Two Camel "blue" cigarettes
-One Parliament light cigarette
-One Marlboro "red" cigarette

Tuesday 03/17
-One "Diablo Chicken" sandwich from 7-11*
-Bento box lunch special: two Salmon rolls, two tuna rolls, vegetable tempura, chicken teriyaki, green salad w/ mango dressing,  white rice
-Three carne asada tacos garnished w/ onion, cilantro, lime, & salsa verde
-Three whole jalapenos
-One 16oz horchata

Wednesday 03/18
-Eggs florentine w/ hash browns
-Two mugs of black diner coffee
-One falafel wrap
-One 16oz cup of coffee w/ small brown sugar cube
-One handful green olives
-One handful unsalted cashews

Thursday 03/19**
-One toasted poppy seed bagel w/ cream cheese
-One ripe banana
-One green banana
-One "Hawaiian" burger (teriyaki chicken w/ pineapple)

Friday 03/20
-One mug of Cafe Du Monde coffee w/ chicory
-One 12oz "special blend" coffee from 7-11
-Vegetable chow mein
-Two ripe bananas
-One spicy vegetable flavor Nissin Cup Noodles

Saturday 03/21
-One 16oz black Stumptown iced coffee
-One falafel wrap
-One pickled radish
-Four peperoncini peppers
-One Sicilian slice of cheese pizza
-Two Granny Smith apples
-Three Tsingtao beers
-One Keebler "snack pack" peanut butter & cheese crackers

* It stands to note that this was a 3:00 a.m. eat, following the prior evening: 03/16

** "B" diet day. I B-grudgingly skipped coffee with this in mind.

"It's all been eaten before."
-Neil Burke

RED AS AN EYE

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L.A. seven days ago: I walked out on Dominick Dunne's granddaughter while she dressed like Jodie Foster in Taxi Driver. Three or four days ago I took super strong molly and danced at a lesbian bar in New Orleans. Again the sun rose over Mississippi's levees, which I saw because I stayed up all night that night.
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i carried an enbalmed severed head that through The French Quarter in a plastic bag.

One thing that's not surprising until you find out first hand is just how much heavier one ivory hippopotamus tusk is compared to the human skull.

The fingertips of the future that are smart roads.

I just want the strength to be modest and the courage to go to work.

  

Seth died

My friend Seth was found dead in his apartment a few days ago.

"Don't talk to me about a Mask unless you're talking about that dog in the Jim Carrey movie!"

Rest in Peace Seth Ariel Walot.

Twenty 5a 5a 5a 5ifteen

The other night I found myself gazing out at the skyline of Los Angeles from some park, a line of adderall cut up and resting on the hardcover of a Hob Broun book, recently borrowed from the Benjamin Franklin Branch of the Los Angeles Public Library. I should use the library more, I remember thinking. A resolution? What else could I possibly want? Stay alive; more of the same. Really, what else? That's it. I can do that.

Maybe I can get a dog too.

But I musn’t wander too far from what I really wanted to talk about, which, in fact, was freedom, a kind of liberation: writing badly, speaking badly, holding forth about plate tectonics in the middle of a reptiles’ dinner party- it’s so liberating and so richly deserved- offering up myself to the compassion of strangers and then dishing out insults at random, spitting as I talk, passing out indiscriminately, becoming a nightmare for the friends I don’t deserve, milking a cow and pouring the milk over its head, as Nicanor Parra says in a magnificent and mysterious line.”

-Bolano

Parrpeii Parr for the Course

A couple of years ago, upon discovering the Google World Wonders Project (for the unawares: it's an extension of Google Street View featuring important world heritage sites and the like), I joked that the e-exploration of Pompeii was like a fun little make-your-own Martin Parr photo app, and that there were probably more sandals there now than when the Romans ran the place. Yes, I know, I'm very funny.

I took these screenshots a while ago while I was thinking about these jokes again. Looks like Parr went to Pompeii last year.

My favorites are the second and last pics posted, btw. I think if you click on them they'll get bigger but I'm not sure.

new shades

I heard about the fire in DTLA a little later than I'd have liked. I was up that night and were my view not obscured from the freeway overpass that divides my neighborhood, the light from the fire would have certainly reached my window from across the river, notifying me. I often regret missing a fun photo opportunity, but the sting is especially acute when I learn that I was so close by to one, unawares, and likely very bored at the time. Due to the time that I learned of it and work constrictions I didn't get to make it to the scene until about thirty hours after the incident, at which point I was deterred by security, pigs, and FDLA at all angles. I was far too late and they were letting no one near the destruction. The best I could muster was climbing to the top of an adjacent parking garage and snapping a couple of photos, from a distance, of the two derelict stairwells that remained standing after the blaze.

Before riding my bike downtown I'd left my hotel room (SRO) in sort of a headache-y daze. I'm a notable wimp when it comes to bright light. Having accidentally crushed my sunglasses in my backpack the night before, I was forced to walk two grueling blocks in the day sun to Sun (ha) Market, a bodega run by an old Chinese couple near my place. Dusting off a very stylish pair of shades from a neglected rack near their front counter ($4.00!!), I felt satisfied with my purchase as I left. Immediately as I exited the market, a few feet to my right a prostitute who I see around sometimes hollered some unintelligible gobbledegook at her pimp or john or maybe a random stranger. He responded with a hard backhand across her mouth. The hysterics temporarily abated as I passed, and on my way to retrieve my bicycle I found myself pondering the levels of abuse people will tolerate in their own lives. Not just on the receiving end, but the willingness to participate in the exchange of abuses as well. Surely it must damage the psyche or the soul to just hit a woman on the street in broad daylight. I can't imagine what would incense me enough to make that leap. Only now though, a few days after witnessing those people in front of the market am I feeling sorry for them. I've read that lack of immediate compassion for others is a sign of depression, but I dunno, I don't feel sad. Maybe I'm just worn down, unsure what matters anymore. I bet they were arguing about money.

Anyway. My new shades look great.

i wrote a poem for you wanna hear it

EXCERPTED FROM THE NEW YORK POST

THEY TOOK HIS BRAIN

and used it for what one would think,
the obvious science experiments
and what have you (doctors do)

and used it for the great good of
neurological study, unquestionable moral
keystones - well there was still
exploration of the personal psyche,
an act of course, of course,
that is at unsteady moral altitude
for what third party should read you?

THEY TOOK HIS BRAIN

they used it to clean up the kitchen

for the brain is man’s most natural,

a sopping sponge of all things,

and being in the kitchen already

it was then fried in a pan

and with a wavering laugh

a nervous hand took it up
and took to shaking (jitters!
so soft to tacit touch!) and now
to take a funny lick!

if just to say we did it
yuk yuk yuk

THEY TOOK HIS BRAIN
and passed it around and around
all oohs and ahhs, all gees and gaws
enthusiastic and possessive

they began pinning awards to it
(first place! the best brain ever!)
but sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin

was was it was what it was,
it was pride, and with that
they paraded around town
an illicit display of dominance

(you know, how “they” like to do)
eesh

THEY TOOK HIS BRAIN
and fondled it mischievously

painted it to appear disembodied

(no shit right?) like an ultimate sex organ

or a work of conceptual art

totally unsatisfying, obviously

the whole experience, ruined

‘cause you can’t have his
and then go and make it yours
once you’ve snipped away
with every god damned wire

so say it out loud with me
“dead. is. dead.”

ain’t it true?

THEY TOOK HIS BRAIN

who, him?
no, no the vacant
mule on the slab

oh, him?

oh gosh come off it

punt it across the field
someday everyone dines
with the devil’s prized pigs