Hella Coachella 2010

OK, I truly can't believe that it is almost a month past what was the BEST Coachella experience yet. I still feel high from Coachella. I still am listening to all my favorite Coachella artists. I still haven't unpacked from Coachella. In fact, I may or may not be sitting on my rastafarian afghan rug naked in the sun. You think I am joking....
Anyways, long live and love one of the events that has offered me some of my happiest moments in. Sad (nah, not really) but true. Coachella is a year-long cycle. April 24th you are drained, sun burnt, possibly regretful, possibly ill and definitely smiling from ear to ear. You spend the next three months recounting all of the heinous, epic, hilarious and life-changing moments with those who you attended with and maybe with some who have no idea what they are missing. The next three months are spent doing a lot of the same, but by this time you have successfully convinced at least one of your friends who has never been to Coachella to go. 100% they are in. SOLD!
At this point we are only six months out from the event itself....so you have to get started scheming line up predictions, rallying your Mothership troops and reconnecting with your pals who contribute to Coachella to ensure that they haven't had a lobotomy and are still going to meet you in the desert. Of course they are. Coachella planning can make one more paranoid than normal though, so just to be sure you have to start laying out the lines of communicado. The last three months before the actually event, I am talking mid-Jan to April is balls to the wall mothership coordination, ticketing buying/begging/scalping and sickening anticipation. I know that the mothership mama, JoJoMA, can go overboard with planning at times...but it truly wouldn't come to full fruition without her so each ounce of energy is appreciated and does not go unnoticed. The 5/6-day weekend commences and all parties meet under the purple sky...
This year was fucking flawless. I felt like I flew down on my magic carpet, with one of the most awesomely crazy co-pilot's in the world in tow, wafting in on a billow of smoke and landing in a patch of gold sparkled glory. Weather-perfect. People-indescribable. Music - mind blowing. Issues - non existent.

I am still riding that high. Coachella has set my spirit free and I'm gonna be pissed when something bottles it up again. Loves my peoples, my grass bed and my balloon lit sky!

Right Time for a Resurection

It's not clear when I 'fell off the wagon' with this blog, but I feel like it is high time that I start cackling my interests, rants and funny finds out there for no one to read. Actually, now that I wrote my second first sentence it had me thinking on why I stopped writing shit on here. I recalled and I assure you that it was a lame, dumb reason (one that has actually landed me where I am at this exact moment) so I now have to pledge that I will post on here forevermore in fear that I will never break free of where I am now. It isn't THAT bad, but it's pretty bad :)
I also had a ridiculous fear that people might actually read this thing, and if someone did, what they would think of it. Naturally those outside thoughts were negative in my head, but once again, I am now able to see that no one is paying attention and anything I publish here is truly for me first and foremost. Also, there are so many people slogging that 1.) Why can't I? 2.) Most slogging isn't even good so I don't even have to try too hard 3.) I need to visit more websites and play around more on my computer before I am 100% computer illiterate, stuck in the stone age and have to take uploading lessons from a 5 year old.
So, alas, I will begin adding random shit to a random page on the internet....and trying to bimpeccable while doing so.

without further ado....

STOP Guillermo Vargas!!!

This is a very serious matter...
In 2007, the 'artist' Guillermo Vargas Habacuc, took a dog from the street, tied him to a rope in an art gallery, and starved him to death. For several days, the 'artist' and the visitors of the exhibition have watched emotionless the shameful 'masterpiece' based on the dog's agony, until eventually he died. Does it look like art to you? But this is not all... the prestigious Visual Arts Biennial of the Central American decided that the 'installation' was actually art, so that Guillermo Vargas Habacuc has been invited to repeat his cruel action for the biennial of 2008. PLEASE HELP STOP HIM. http://www.petitiononline.com/ea6gk/petition.html It's free of charge, there is no need to register, and it will only take 1 minute to save the life of an innocent creature.

No surprise here - this has illicited an overwhelming response of pissed off people. One of my personal favs...
"Fuck that so-called art. If there is anything that could change my mind about conceptual art it would be this. It sick that people would be SO FUCKING IGNORANT to accept this as art. Someone should tie this peice of shit to a wall so we can watch him starve and die.
Even Duchamp would not approve. And I dont think this peice is conceptual.
It is not always entirely clear what 'concept' ultimately refers to, and it runs the risk of being confused with 'intention.' Thus, in describing or defining a work of art as conceptual, it is important not to confuse what is referred to as 'conceptual' with an artists 'intention.'
This is INTENTION. Fuck guillermo!"

Someone please tell me how this works. HOW!!??