MOAR

     I feel like I went to a million shows this past weekend - but they were all awesome! Keelhaul x2 (!!!), Dysrthmia (thanks Vanessa and Colin <3), Defeatist, Magrudergrind and Fuck the Facts (who I hadn't seen in a few years but were solid and entertaining and as always). I somehow managed to train diligently all weekend in spite of my slightly excessive drinking and late nights. I did almost throw up while doing deadlifts on Saturday, but there was no way I was putting down that barbell to run to the bathroom and blow chunks in front of all those burly dudes. Went on a 6 mile run on Sunday morning by accident  because I was kinda hungover and putting one foot in from of the other and all of a sudden I was way the fuck out in Greenpoint. Happy accident I suppose - this race at the end of the month with a giant fucking hill as a third of the course is hanging over my heard and is also the day before I start school again. Urg.
Of course my camera died on Thursday evening, so I only have pics of the great Keelhaul at Santos Party House (aka the House that reeks of vodka and redbull).

I don't think I could ever get tired of watching this man play guitar.

Or Chris, for that matter.

Joel shot some video of the Defeatist/Magrudergrind/Fuck the Facts sets on Saturday, will post later.

I'm listening to Blessed Are the Sick (I know you are all shocked that I would be listening to Morbid Angel) and there is this line in the lyrics of "Abominations" -"Come and carry my curse" that I always think of  as "come and carry my purse" because it cracks me the fuck up to think of David Vincent calling up some beast from the depths of hell just to carry his knock off designer hand bag in the mall while he looks at black vinyl adult fucking jumpers. He's a douche now (Genitorturer's anyone?)  but I forgive him I guess.



With the amount of talking about lifting weights and Morbid Angel that is going to go on around here, those who don't know me personally are going to think I'm some kind of angry basement-dwelling neanderthal.
Uh... well. Sometimes we all have to embrace the basement-swelling neanderthal side of our personalities.
You guys have one too right?

First Time for Everything

I suppose today is as good a day as any for a first blog post. At the risk of scaring away any potential followers I'll keep the words to a minimum and instead dive right into the bad photography.

I was trying to take a photograph of this sad little plant that has had precious more than old cigarette butts as food for almost 2 years, but the next picture yielded a neat cloud formation:

Tonight's other activities included making kombucha. Slowly but surely pretty much all the mass-produced brands like GT have been taken off the shelf, but I was lucky enough to have snagged a "mother" at a fermentation workshop back in June. So far one back was successful but way too sweet, while another was sacrificed to pure laziness and turned into some sort of vile liquid which is likely very alcoholic but definitely smells revolting. Kombucha mothers look like pancreas:

Some other highlights from tonight include blurry photos of some house flies doin' it in my bathroom. Lately for some reason J has taken to asking me questions about flies because they are constantly buzzing around in the kitchen due to the heat. I don't know much about house flies, but he has decided that I am an entomologist and that it's more fun to ask me instead of Google if flies "do it". The answer is unequivocally yes.

Blurry Bug Porn - Marty Stouffer's Wild America, this is not....

I really like this view from my apartment, no thanks to the person who spilled brown paint on the glass:

Random shots from this weekend:

To think someone spent good money on this and then discarded it on top of an old boxspring! sdgjdfksdfj!

BRAAAAIIINNNSSSS

Pigs flew on White Street

The sky was beautiful, impossible to capture, at least with my lack of skills.

Just noticed the "Drug Cats" graffiti on the far wall.

These sheet metal cut outs - I'm not sure what you'd call them? - at the park are badass.

Owl detail because they rule.

Brananer

Walking home from the bar I got obsessed with these municipal waste trucks that are randomly parked along this street. They smell awful, as you might expect. I don't believe they've ever been hosed down or anything.

Our downstairs neighbor has had this thing up well... since VDay. It's getitng pretty haggard but that only makes it better.