After a long and mysterious hiatus.. it's Mixtape Monday! - The 90's Party Mix.



http://www.mediafire.com/file/uz2yjbcke1b/90sPartyMix.zip

Allright, this mix is cheesy, but so were the 90's and that's why we love them. So shaddup and jump around in your jumpsuit to this mix of melody, irony and fun!

1. Young MC - Bust A Move
2. Salt N Pepa - Push It
3. Dee Lite - Groove Is In The Heart
4. Sir Mixalot - Baby Got Back
5. Kriss Kross - Warm It Up Kriss
6. Michael Jackson - Black Or White
7. Will Smith - Boom, Shake The Room
8. Warren G - Regulator
9. Dr.Dre - Fuck Wit Dre Day
10. C & C Music Factory - I've Got The Power
11. 2 Unlimited - No Limit
12. The B-52's - Love Shack
13. Beck - Where It's At
14. Ween - Push Th' Little Daisies
15. Spin Doctors - Two Princes
16. Smash Mouth - Walking On The Sun
17. Len - Steal My Sunshine

Succubus

I sent this small excerpt to my friend Dana to add to her amazing super irreverent magazine 'Damki'. The theme of the fourth edition is 'ghosts', and since I've already written it out I thought I'd share it.. (This is a true story which took place around a week after I met the Bosnian, and it still freaks me out to this day)

.. Did I tell you about the time I met a demon woman? It begun as a dream.. I was inside an old house full of junk and mess. Next to me was a beautiful girl wearing ratty clothes, sitting on a stained and worn mattress, crying. She looked most vulnerable and sullen. I tried to comfort the girl, and that's when she asked me to make love to her.

This isn't a normal request from an immediate stranger, so I felt rather odd about the proposition, and ashamed to comply, I declined. But she was persistant, and told me 'It feels good and it's free, so why not?".

Somehow I was convinced, her argument made sense, so we started making out. However as soon as our mouth locked and opened together, a fierce ripping, screaming sound pierced through my skull! Alarm bells went off in my head: Danger. Life or death danger.

Somehow.. and I can't accurately explain this, but I realized that by our lips locking together we were creating a door or a vacuum for her soul to possess my own, for her to enter this reality even.. It sounds crazy now, but at the time this realization was cold, brutal and undeniable.

I quickly pulled away and opened my eyes in terror. The girl next to me had turned into an empty body. A squirming vessel, blank eyed, twitching, convulsing horror next to me.. but I was completely awake!

I quickly jumped three feet out of the couch and screamed..

'What the fuck is that?! What the FUCK is THAT!?'

..I stood motionless for minutes, trying to make sense out of the situation.

Frightened I carefully lifted a sheet and found the inside of my bed empty. I had tears in my eyes and could not sleep again that night.

Later that week while telling a friend about the experience, I tried to find the right words to describe her.. 'she was a temptress', 'like a a monster luring me through sex to open a gate into this dimension!', 'she was a vessel', 'a soulless body!', 'she was real! like a demon that knew my weak spot!' '.. she was a.. a.. she was a SUCCUBUS'.

..it felt right. Later that day I looked the word up the definition.

Succubus: A female spirit or demon once believed to sexually tempt men while they slept.

Aha! I met one, and they're real.

I can't possibly impart the fear I felt that night, the size of the jump I made from the couch to the wall, or the way her body shook when she failed to come through. I came so, so, so very close.. All I can take from the experience is that there's more than myth to the stories of the ages, to keep on my toes and be wary of those that appear vulnerable for they may be using the greatest disguise of all.. and to remember that sex is not something to be taken lightly..

Finally,

After trying out Songza, Grooveshark, Last.Fm and Pandora. I can now officially declare Deezer the winner of the online jukebox battle for my musical soul! It's got a great design, had every song I looked for, and the smartradio playlist played music that I thoroughly enjoyed. I recommend.

I've decided to become celibate for a month! My attitude to take this option is twofold.

1. Girls are dumb stinkyfaces.
2. At least this way it's a choice.

Megs had been thinking about this also, we had a chat and we've both decided to start, we started two weeks ago actually. We're going for a month of NUTHIN. No thinking about sex, talking about it, no rubbing of genital areas on pillows or fluffy livestock. No-Thing.

Really, sex is a part of the soul/body that takes up WAY too much pointless energy, we are assailed by sexual imagery, provocative opposite sexes, expectations etc, and the idea sold is for the most part a sham, the rewards aren't really worth the trouble since you are basing your happiness on the changing nature of another. According to Spinozas philosomophy no good can come from this, and by logic I agree. (Spinoza is my new fave philosopher, more later!)

I have seen so many couplings reach romantic shipwreck and seen so many shitty relationships that one or two occasional good ones isn't enough to convince me that there is any value in the process, and considering the amount of energy that goes into the chase.. its a dud deal.

At least this way im out for a while and can get my shit together instead of having dumb fantasies of running through fields full of flowers while holding hands with the girls from the eclipse mints ads.

To be honest the first week was easy, but this second week has been a little trickier. IT's like every day the world gets a little sexier. WHY? I feel like a recovering alcoholic who can't go to pubs, but It''s worse than that. The streets are full of ads with scantilly clad women, as well as the scantilly clad women, t.v is against me, most games, Jesse told me there's a new girl at the local cheese pie store and she is SO hot. Oh man..
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I've found myself in the unlikely position of playing guitar for a newly formed Hip Hop crew here in Melbourne. They have been doing this for years and are a bunch of well established personalities upon which I've been invited to hang with and jam due to a random encounter with a very cool guy called Link. I'd met him two weeks earlier then ran into him at Bimbo's with Jesse.

"Hey, do I know you? Didn't we meet like two years ago?"..
"Uh.. no, we met two weeks ago, we were both drunk",
"Oh! Cool man, grab a seat!".

We started chatting and he found I was after a band, "I'm trying to put an organic crew together, you should jam with us". I said "OK!".

It's been cool, we head out on Tuesdays to a big band house full of instruments and bongs, it's cool being in the atmosphere of a 'crew band house' again. So far I've been good, not shying away from the situation or becoming too intimidated, which is tricky because there's 12 of them and they've been friends for donkeys years.

Except there was this one spot where I was handed a guitar by one of the lead MC's and asked to play a groove. I didn't know what to play so shied away.. suddenly everything stopped. Like a needle screeching on a vinyl record and all faces were on me.. he says,

'If youre gonna be a member of the society you dont and it's on you to play something, you play something. If we throw the ball at you its on you and you better not drop it allright? If i say play some cool shit, you play some cool shit, and if i say break down, you play some cool shirt thats a bit cooler than what you just played, and if you drop the ball you dont want to be on stage with me because i will rip you apart, if you're one of us and i wont put up with that from the society! so play something, play it slow, and play it NOW'.

I was packing shit, and there was no time to think, "FINGERS GO" I shot the message through my alarmed nervous system. Suddenly a groove started to play itself. I made a mistake, it sounded good. I repeated it. Faces started smiling, then they all started rapping. PHEW.

From there on I loosened up. The truth is I'm not a great guitarist, but I'm good at jamming on grooves. I got with the program and started jamming some funk chords. Songs were made on the spot. "I kill cunts for fun", "I'll pay you tomorrow mah man" etc. It's hard to describe how solid and fluid these guys are, and how witty as well. I was amazed but loving it. Discussions broke out about who was the best rapper, mos def, talib (no), biggie, tunafish, etc. Joints and beers were ingested. I was messed up but loving it.

It's strange I was SO out of my comfort zone, and managed to not let it get to me, sure I felt it, but the excitement and intensity made up for the temerity of being in such a scenario.

Jam is on again on Tuesday so I better start jamming..

(I've downloaded 25 classic Hip Hop albums and taking a crash course on Hip Hopopology)

This weekend i got REALLY drunk off two bacaradis at a Jumpsuit Dressup and 90's revival party. I had the best time dancing to Young MC and C & C music factory, then its all blank except that me and my housemates ran into my room knocked my stuff over and grafittied on my walls, I invited a bunch of lame strangers (in my enstupored state I invited them expecting a bunch of girls to show up to my room, take their clothes off and start dancing).

I woke up to a thoroughly trashed room, the only thing i remember is that i talked to a really beautiful girl and had an excellent connection to her, but i can only remember her name.. man i feel so stupid, also i cant even think about it because of this celibate thing and its just confusing, i think she said i had a perfect nose, i bet i told her she had a nice nose too. It's so weird remembering that you think you had a thing with someone and now knowing if you did or what it was about. I feel like such a jerk and I'm still sad that I can't remember..

Vintage Vantage Rules!

Vintage Vantage Ahoy!



I don't usually plug things or companies, but then again I'm not really that impressed by most things. When I am impressed however, I go on and on and on to the point of annoyance. Examples - Zoobombs, Dreamcast, Ball Chair, etc.

So I'm currently going through a hardcore T-Shirt phase and last week was despondently looking online through all the vulgar, cute or base designs available, it really seemed hopeless. For some reason I quite dislike most of Spreadshirt stock, they seem too 'photoshop illustrator' and cute/emo/sterile to me.. and BustedTees look a little cheap.

I was about to give up until I looked at the label on my fave shirt and read 'Vintage Vantage' on it..


Sporting my fave T with Allan and Beerz.

I remember buying my VV 'You Can Read' shirt in Oxford Street Sydney. I was hell drunk after watching a shitty noise band, walking past a trendy shopfront, (the kind I avoid like syphilis and family obligations), when I saw this perfect green cotton T on the rack and my instincts took over. I ran in to look at it closer..

'You Can Read!' it said in the front.
"I CAN READ!" I yelled back in delight. I very excitedly ran to the counter.
"I must have it!".
"No Probs! It's $50"
"WHAT?! $50!? For a SHIRT?!.. But I.. simply.. must.."

..it was the first credit card purchase I ever made.

It was totally worth it, the shirt is still one of my faves and something that lasted me two years is priceless. I no longer mind paying that much for a T if it's good. So, I checked their online store and to my suprise found a bunch of shirts I liked. I have pretty specific tastes so this blew me away.

Not only that but the vibe of the site is something I truly admire. It's got this casual cool americana teenage movie vibe.. I can't define it, but I can feel it. Essentially you can tell they have fun and mean it. I decided I liked them, so I ordered some shirts. (thanks to the outstanding performance of the Australian dollar I actually got 7 shirts for cheaper than It would cost me to buy 3 down at Collingwood.)

I expected it to take 3- 4 weeks, but they got here in 5 days. From the U.S of HEY! And they're great. I haven't taken my thermal off for 4 days (since i got it), not even to sleep. I don't care, I'm not a smelly dude and it feels good.

Not only that but they threw in some stickers that say "Will Work For Fun" Which is truly my new motto (ever since I quit my soulfreeze job working at an office I've been screenprinting, working leather, anything as long as I'm playing).

I'm pretty excited about the transaction. Their website is full of great ideas, there's loads to look at, like their 'Draw a Monkey competition, and they say 'Lickety Split".

I don't know, I'm inspired. I want to be in a business like that.. making nice things, having fun, spreading good vibes. It's the way to go. For that I'm happy to support Vintage Vantage, because they truly seem to have integrity. (As well as super soft T's). Huzzah!

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On other news.. I got my Subgenius Membership and Ordainment Kit. It got here in less than 10 days! I've been a latent Subgenius for a long time, the book is something that came to me via amazing synchronicity, I have seen Bob on mushrooms and he gave me rolling papers for my Birthday. I refer to the book as a holy tome of knowledge, divinely inspired with sacred truths by the contradictory word of Bob Dobbs.

So I thought it was about time I paid my $30 and became a full fledged member.

I'm so glad I did. The folder was lovingly packaged and contained pamphlets, stickers, posters, forms, diplomas, a badge, a membership card. etc.

To quote the first page in the kit.. 'Now that you have received your pack, you are ready to make the long journey to Dobbstown. Prior to this moment you were a mere puke, a human maggot. Now you are a SubGenius... or, at least you THINK you are one. That will suffice for now.'

I feel like I've evolved. In fact lots of flash photos were taken of me holding my Doktorate of Forbidden Sciences and Divine Excuse by housemates and visitors.

Megs said it was just like a graduation, except I was actually proud.

Saucers full of triple breasted sex aliens await to ship me off when X-Day finally comes. All it took was $30 and my salvation is guaranteed (or triple my money back).

So long suckers!

(For More Info On Bob Read This Pamphlet. Well Worth The Mental & Time Investment)

Ah things are working! Two days ago I worked with a friend, helping with his beautiful handmade leather wallets. I really enjoyed it. He lives with his boyfriend Toshi, their home is full of natural sunlight, with two little birdies freely flying around. I really like them and hope to work there again soon.

Working with Leather and Screen Sprinting a big step up from sitting in an office answering emails about plastic furniture. I'm so glad I quit my job.

I get to form a relationship with the material, while learning skills and promoting something I agree with, It's a good feeling, I'm so lucky to be in this position at the moment. Thank you.

From there I went to Rachel and Louis's to play with my favorite Goddaughter. I was in the area and had to fulfill my weekly visit obligations.

I could dribble on for hours about how exciting it is that she recognizes faces and makes noises to communicate. How happy she is when she knows we're making noises back to her. How she's so curious and how lucky she is to have such amazing positive imaginative and beautiful parents/friends/tribesemembers. But I won't (cuz i just did). I will however write one Hopi bit of wisdom I read yesterday.

"It takes a whole village to raise a child"

Its so true. She's a member of the clan now. We all play an important part in her arranging of reality perspectives and wisdom. Everyone is a master, as she is a master to us..

So anyway we hung out and watched amazing youtube videos of Octopus Killing Sharks.. no wait SHARK KILLING OCTOPII!.

It's true. Watch it.



We watched other bits of film. This incredible sequence from the movie Hot Rod.



Louis made an incredible book about imagination and play. It is truly dauntingly magnificent, he is so talented with words, ideas, magic and imagination. It makes me speechless. Rachel too, she's making the most wonderul little boxes that fit into other boxes, they are gorgeous and .. symbolic. Also she's glowing! It's like Ripley has brought this new pure energy and the whole household is bristling in contentment and creativity. I feel like I'm visiting Uberhumans when I go over. It's a proud and humbling thing. Rachel and Louis really blow me away.

I could go on about my friends for hours as well.. I'm constantly amazed by the fact that the people I would have picked to have as best friends have also picked me as a best friend. That's a wonderful feeling, there's more to it than just meeting, or family, there's cosmic universal lineage involved, I'm quite sure..

That's why I wander at Ripley, at all the work that went into getingt her here, to such a perfect situation. She chose her parents, they chose her, she chose me, I chose her, we would not have chosen any other way, and we didn't know it till we had it. How that works is magic of the divine. Indeed.

Be Kind Eject

Be Kind Eject



I saw as much of 'Be Kind Rewind' as I could last night. I tried to watch it through but simply couldn't, it's that bad. In fact the movie is so bad it's embarrassing.

I know I sound cynical, but get this, the plot begins with a ludicrous, overlong and boring premise involving a Jack Black acting out a gross stereotype, a conspiracy nut wanting to attack an electricity company because they control 'the power', he convinces his insipid store keeper friend (Mos Def) to join him, in the process Jack gets himself horribly electrocuted andmiraculously survives. The next day he visits Mos's video shop and unwittingly wrecks all the VHS movies due to his electricized body current (?), (for some reason these guys haven't heard of DVD's). The video store is being looked after by Mos while the owner (Danny Glover?) goes traveling. In yet another gross exaggerated stereotype Danny is seen riding a box car full of black people talking about the 'american dream' and playing harmonicas for good measure..

I'm bored already.. this is all to set up the idea that the two now have to make their own remakes of classics such as Ghost Busters and Rush Hour for impatient customers who may dob them in to the owner for messing up if they don't deliver.

So they do the remakes to be hones, they're tedious with only a few good ideas thrown in. The whole movie is tedious actually, the acting is poor, exaggerated, ad libbed mumbling, more so in the move than in the remakes.

No matter how many chances I gave the movie I just couldn't enjoy myself.

Essentially I just couldn't believe any of it. I know we are expected to make some leaps of logic to enjoy movies sometimes, in fact movies that don't make sense are some of my favorites, I love the Naked Lunch and The Neverending Story, but this just asks way too much.

I admire that Michel Gondry is trying to make a statement about the beauty of analogue and community creativity and support, but he's done it in such a gross and predictable manner that it makes the whole message stink.

Mind you, some people will probably LOVE this film. I thought "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind' was puke, (not nearly as bad as BKRW of course) however it's on every persons top films of all times list. So maybe I'm just not 'getting it'.

But I doubt it.

Score: D - (Make your own film instead. Or clean your room and wash the dishes. Guaranteed to be more fun.)

Related - Here's link to a Dad who made a Star Wars remake with his kids. This is So much better than any of the remakes on BKRW! It's actually really good! - http://laughingsquid.com/dad-makes-star-wars-vii-sequel-starring-his-kids/

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Gino's Update

Gino's is up and away! What with shirts, facebook, tuesday dinners, brunch and the upcoming Gino's yearly Barrio Fiesta, the place is really taking off!

Last night we had our new neighbors over to share in delicious feast and fun. I will let Megs explain it (lifted from the new Gino's facebook profile).

'Gino cooked up an immense and delicious spread to be shared with the neighbours who were the lucky winners of Gino's first competition dinner - we dined on seaweed rice, 5 x fungal concoction, sesame asparagus and green beans, freshly burnt sweet potato and pumpkin chips and salad topped with kewpie, tamari and wasabi dressing. Dessert consisted of Gino's virgin morello cherry strudle and sweeeet bethany's rice pud with raspberry coulis. The entertainment consisted of roaring fire, baja morimba, mate, retro candy, ample chinotto and falsely claimed non newtonian liquid - ooblek. To be in the running for Gino's competition dinner just wait patiently - the rules of selection are undisclosed but it is rumoured crossing your fingers, random offerings and attending other Gino's functions helps immensely. See you on Sunday!'

Now we just need to get rid of the rats..

Today at the screenprinting course I made this Gino's emblem depicting the age old battle between the Sloth and the Squid (they are natural enemies), as inspired by the 'Baja Marimba Band' who mention this ancient rivalry on the back of their amazing and very Gino friendly album - The Baja Marimba Band.

On this emblem they are dancing (because they are at Gino's), but soon, they will battle to the death.

Megs brought this amazing magazine cover home!



Big first, then Awesome! :)

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me: i made almond and cinnamon cookies last night
Sophie: YUM!
me: it took three hours and one broken fridge
i set my mind to making PERFECT cookies
so i did everything i had to
washed all the dishes
set up the kitchen
bought the ingredients
found a blender
bought more ingredients
made the dough
had to go out and buy buttered paper
made the dough
had to freeze it but the freezer had frozen into a solid block of ice!
so i got a crowbar and hacked it off
covered the kitchen floor in ice
broke the fridge meat cabinet tray
then broke through the freezer wall and gas started pouring out
so i covered it with ice but it kept on coming
Sophie: fuck
me: yep, then i put my cookie dough inside in neatly packaged rolls
ready to freeze and be baked today!
Sophie: :)
me: ill do anything for cookies. but the fridge is fucked now.