california diaspora

 i'm not from around these parts

never houelle

(a review of Submission, by Michel Houellebecq)*

INTERIOR: ITALIAN RESTAURANT. MIDDAY

The dimly lit foyer of a mediocre Italian restaurant. A handsome Italian gentleman is behind the counter as the restaurant's host. He is early fifties-ish with white hair slicked back. He mindlessly fingers an early nineteen-nineties model cash register that beeps at his insistence.

The door opens, briefly lighting the room, which is lined with shelves displaying framed celebrity portraits and dusty wine bottles. Enter a mushroom-like brunette woman wearing frumpy jeans and puffy shirt. She approaches the counter, quickly at first, but slows almost immediately. Addressing the host, she speaks while sniffing the air.

MUSHROOM WOMAN
Why does it smell like Chinese food in here?

ITALIAN HOST
I don't know. I didn't know it smelled like Chinese food.

MUSHROOM WOMAN
It smells greasy. Like Chinese food.

ITALIAN HOST
Is it you?

MUSHROOM WOMAN
I once boarded an airplane that was on its way to India after it stopped in New York City. The whoooooole flight, everything smelled like curry.

ITALIAN HOST
I love to visit New York City. I love the Italian food.

*Palermo's Ristorante Italiano
Los Angeles, CA




I left and went to the cheap Indian place instead.

"Are you a cop?"

drawn. pending poster design? a shirt?

X      "DO IT!"

Z           "I DID IT!"
X      "DO IT AGAIN!"

Z           "I DID IT!"

X     "AND AGAIN!"
Z           "I DID IT!"
X     "UNDO IT!"

Z           "I DID IT!"
X     "REDO!"
Z           "NO!"

^^
attibuted to leon golub in a letter to hans-ulrich obrist

TYPE TWO DIABETES PROSTATE CANCER AND OTHER MEDICAL PROBLEMS HELP $$$

I SNUCK IN!! #SDCC2015!!

The destitute and desperate crawl out to beg for help and are snubbed by legions of superheros of all franchises and real life religious zealots alike. It's a heckuva scene! My favorite part of the weekend was watching passerbys ignore the massive LCD screen set up in the middle of downtown San Diego, looping close ups of guns violently blasting away at its presumed viewers, repeating for hours on end each day.
BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!
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Despite my usual budget of hardly anything, I managed to pick a copy of Real Deal Comix issue one and a print from Geof Darrow. Also, when it came up between Mr. Darrow and I that I'd snuck into the convention he applauded me and railed against the evils of the corporate domineers who run the thing. "Don't let them take a fucking penny from you." He said.

I took more film than cell phone photos, but here's what I got on that thing:: << >>
The painting of Donald Duck (final img) was priced at $895.00 and that was one of the cheapest things at the booth. 

time and space!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 I remember, once, my mother telling me that at times when I would enter a room she would look on me with a brief confusion, not immediately recognizing her only son, little son, as I appeared in the door. Who is this person? - hairs on my face, a cigarette behind my ear, talking apocalyptically about God knows! - My poor mother!!

One short story I read in my early teens was about a man who accidentally sells his soul to the devil by failing to read the fine print twined betwixt the lines of some online policy agreement. It seemed like a good idea at the time. The internet was so new then.

WELL THAT'S LIFE IN THE BIG CITY!!

I FOUND IT INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT NOT TO PURCHASE THESE ENTRANCING OBJECTS FROM A YARD SALE THAT I STUMBLED ACROSS THE OTHER DAY Rudy stalks into the restaurant, aggressively shouldering past the waiters and patrons.
At Chester's table he slams his fist down, white knuckles on white tablecloth, bellowing.
Only slightly Chester raises his head, tears silently running down his face, finding their way into a shallow dish of sweet smelling noodles and bean sprouts below.
Even more infuriated by the scene Rudy's face shades itself a fiery red.

Oh my God are you fucking crying?! Good!! Cry into your Goddamn chow mein you miserable idiot!!
Quivering, Chester's simpering response while he fondles a wedge of lime-
This is Pad Thai, Rudy!!

no point comparing two things they can never be the same thing

Tote bag design for Skylight Books
New issue of my movie idea zine- More of My Movie Ideas + reprint of the first My Movie Ideas
Shirt design for the band Young Jesus

ALSO MY "ETERNALLY" UNDER CONSTRUCTION WEBSITE RENTKONTROLL.CITY is live and in its infancy of browsability-------------- THX ART ELECTRONICS  fer lettin me do this!!