Select shahts from Bahston

tall buildings
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SK and me on the set of Two Dimensional Dudes on the Moon—a new sci-fi action thriller set for a summer ’09 release in select theaters.






Bahston’s answer to the squirrel. These things can be found on every street corner, swarming every park, even scurrying around in the subways. New York’s got rats. Antarctica has ice. Bahston’s got terriers.

Because I failed my one real goal of the trip—taking a picture of a Bahston terrier—I’ve been reduced to copping one off a Google Image search.



Anti-war protesters are freaking awesome. There were like 5 of them on the Cahmmon Saturday afternoon.



The elusive bowl of clam chowdah. We wahked to da end a da earth (e.g. Tavern on the Watah) to enjoy a delicious bowl of chowdah. And holy mackerel was it good.



There is more to do in the Bahston subway system than there is in many small countries. Passenger-operated chimes, movies playing on the subway walls as you ride through, terriers to pet and feed stuff to….I could go on literally for hours.

Bahston’s Ahsome

Ever since I was a tiny little kid, my first instinct upon arriving in a new place has always been to blog. Hence this post.

Train up to Bahston rocked. Got a sando—on the company. Ended up in an aisle seat and asked this sweet old lady next to me if she minded trading with me, because I “like looking out windows and it’s my first time riding this thing.” She was cool with that so I basically sat there staring out the window listening to great music and dozing for 3 hours and to be perfectly honest with you I can’t think of a better way to spend your Sunday afternoon. Got to Bahston and made my way to the subway, and after a couple of stops this girl gets on and I scoot over a little to make room and she sits down and looks at me and is like “thanks.” And I’m like “want to have sex?” JK!! After about 5 mins I’m like “so why do they call it ‘the T’?” She said she thought it was for “train.” So that pretty much settles that. She was doing relief work in Mississippi for a year and just got back to Bahston last week. And then came my stop and I said goodbye to her forever.

Rolled up into the hotel feeling like kind of a badass, just because it’s fun to pretend sometimes. Checked in, etc. Room is aDoRaBlE!!!!!




Threw all my shit down and ran out the door and into the subway to take a stroll on the Bahston Cahmmon before dark.


shiny building


anarchy’s cool. (until people start killing each other)

[graffiti reads "decapitate the state"]


statue erected in celebration of ether



sweet sign

Flowers and beans

Hi. I wasn't going to blog tonight. I was going to be asleep by midnight. Then, I started listening to Outlandos d'Amour and got blown away. Then, I wikipedia'd the Police and although on some level I was aware that they are like, functioning as a unit again (considering ticketmaster sends me a "Don't miss the Police" email roughly 7 times a day, and considering I saw them play on the Grammys), I never knew the full details. See, what had happened was....they basically broke up in 1986, and as of the Grammys (like, 40 days ago) they are back together for the first time in 21 years and about to kick off a tour.

But here's the important thing. The article happened to mention that they are playing Live Earth.

(Excuse me?)

Live Earth.

(What was that?)

Live freaking Earth, dude! Apparently it's Live Aid for climate change. So I pretty much just figured out what I'm doing on July 7th this year....

I have to say it's pretty effing astounding that environmentalism and human rights have become..... cool. I mean, fuck. Two years ago I was routinely getting punched in the face for even having subconscious thoughts that other human beings matter and that we need to not shit in our own nest if we want to make it past the year 2050.

I know. I KNOW!! The whole thing is exceedingly boring and you want to know why in hell the title is "Flowers and beans." Fine, fucker. It's because I was going to write the blog about one of my German roommates, who is evidently the coolest and most hysterically funny person I have ever seen. Basically the whole thing was going to revolve around the fact that in an attempt to explain how lame and not hot the Paris Hilton sex tape is, he said, "If you want to tell your kids about flowers and beans, just show them this tape!" I had no fucking clue what that meant at first, and then another German roommate was like, "Flowers and bees, tool ratchet, not beans." And that's when I fell out.

When I could breathe again I was like No, Dudes. The birds and the bees. Silly!

And then a lot of other funny stuff happened, and then I went and locked myself in my room because it was too funny and I couldn't take it...

Quote unquote

From a recent issue of Columbia's free weekly, the Free Times--the closer to an article about Columbia's music scene:

"There are a lot of people that say, 'Columbia sucks'. Columbia doesn't suck--you suck. If you can't have a good time in Columbia, you probably can't have a good time anywhere."

I almost pissed myself when I read that'n...

Also, from Tunde Adebimpe of TV on the Radio, out of the Aug 2006 Spin:

"...I don't want to be the kind of person who does not get messed up by other people's suffering."

Amen to that, sister.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand my life is complete

check out the *top* link on the right...

(OK, the top one AFTER the Google ad...)

Forgot how to blog

(SIKE)

So I'm sitting on the plane looking out the window at brownish snow all over the ground, taking in the industrial wasteland surrounding me, and thinking about all the bradford pears in full bloom back home. I'm talking like brilliant white flowers all over these big trees, against the clearest bluest sky ever....and that one day I was driving down the highway and saw in the distance a mass of dark purple clouds right up against the neon green of new leaves on the trees--something I used to see every day during summers, the afternoon thunderstorm you can set your fucking watch by. And thinking, I remember standing there looking at those bradford pears against the blue sky and thinking how fucking gorgeous that was, and how shitty it would be to not have that all around me again....

Some country bumpkin in the seat behind me is looking out too, and she goes, "It's all dirty up here, at home everything's all pretty..... New York's tainted." Hilarious! and profound all at once. Kudos to the country bumpkin.

Ah well....I'll get used to it, which is maybe the sad part. I was feeling a familiar feeling, the same I do every time I come back to New York from home....to use MFB's phrase, "it's a real reset button." Every time I come back here from home it's as foreign and mysterious and exciting and promising as it was the first day I set foot in the city....

So I guess I'm cool with that. Plus, I miss people and stuff.... =)