Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Things I Love a Shit Ton

SE Portland
To me the most beautiful place in the world is SE Division to Burnside between E 39th and the Williamette River. 

Interspecies Friendships 

Everyone likes a story about love that overcomes an obstacles. What is a greater obstacle than not being the same animal? Nothing! Big exception to the loveliness of interspecies friendships: Grizzly Man. Those bears were not your friend. 







Stop Making Sense Dance Parties 



Once I was relating to my friend Justin about how I felt watching the Talking Heads perform, "This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)" projected onto a wall, while dancing like a crazy person surrounded by some of the people I love the most in the world. He said, "I think you just described an orgasm." 

When People Sing Kate Bush at Karaoke

This can never go wrong. Kate Bush's songs are very difficult and crazy. So when someone can do it like a baller, it's great! When it is done poorly, it is beautiful in an ugly way, like a Cy Twombly painting. 

Girl Talk's mashup of General Public's "Tenderness" and Jay-Z's "Can I Get a …"

I don't think Girl Talk needs any more compliments, but I find this moment in All Day especially poignant. 



When someone says my name and pronounces it "correctly." 

Yeah, none of you are saying my name the right way. When a native Farsi speaker says, "Sahar," it is comforting like sipping creamy hot soup from a large mug.

Seeing a Dog Do Downward Dog or a Baby Doing Happy Baby

Yoga poses from life! I couldn't find a picture on Google of a baby doing Happy Baby, so here is a sad white lady doing it. 






When people refer to a toilet as a "terrlet."

No explanation needed. 

Monday, October 8, 2012

Harris Trinsky, My Favorite Geek

Last week, I rewatched the entirety of Freaks and Geeks, an awesome but sadly canceled television from 1999-2000. I don't feel the need to really explain the premise or why it is good because I am sure this has been covered thoughtfully about 1000 times elsewhere on the internet.

This clip alone of Bill Haverchuck eating a grilled cheese and watching Garry Shandling should be enough to understand why this show is so good.


I once had a graphic dream where I was making out with Bill Haverchuck and it was really really bad. Not surprising considering ...


This brings me to the point of this post. I want to celebrate my favorite geek, Harris, who here as he always is giving advice and his opinion in his wise way.

Harris is played by Stephen Lea Sheppard. Here is the only image of him on is IMDB page from when he was in the Royal Tennenbaums. Now one of the things he does is write articles about video games for VICE.


Anyway, the following are a bunch of screenshots I took while watching the entirety of Freaks and Geeks.















Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Controversial Opinions I Hold!


Pink Armadillos Are Not a Legitimate Kind of Armadillo. 




Pink armadillos are merely ferrets dressed like She-Ra. Or perhaps albino rats covered in salmon sashimi. 


Comic Sans Really Isn't That Bad. 

If you are complaining about a Microsoft produced typeface, you probably a poseur anyway. I can imagine circumstances where Comic Sans might work, like a graphic about how pink armadillos are inferior to classic armadillos.  Yeah, it's ugly, but lots of things are. Papyrus, however, should be avoided at all costs. It is horrible and I hate it. 

It's Pat Was An Enjoyable Film. 

Bushwick sucks. 


Bushwich only has three trees and every time I go there I almost get hit by a car. Also, once I saw a blond guy with really long dreadlocks speaking French outside a youth hostel. That sort of thing should never happen in America. 

Red Pandas Are Superior to Regular Pandas. 


"Lesser" panda? MY ASS! Regular pandas are scary and shouldn't be alive. Regular pandas do not even want to go on existing! Otherwise it wouldn't be so hard to get them to have sex with each other. 

Friday, August 17, 2012

Insults We Should All Be Using

Numb Nuts
Hatchet Face 
Dweeb
Knuckle Head
Chowder Head
Numb Skull 
Nincompoop
Lunk 
Lamebrain
Dingbat 
Birdbrain 
Chump 
Dingleberry 
Buffoon 
Bozo 
Chicken Legs 
Nipple Head (This might only exist in East Texas)
Foul Beast 
Charlatan 
Oaf
Simpleton 
Falstaffian 
Butt Hole 
Landlubber 
Giblet head (Stolen from Hank Hill) 
Goon
Weenie 
Noodle head
Jughead
Cretin 
Dumb Butt 
Butt Head
Knuckle Biter 
Ninny 

Please take note of the repeated use of "butt" and "head."

Thursday, July 5, 2012

An Unsent Letter to Becky

Yesterday, I celebrated our independence from the British in my own way: making collages with two of my favorite homies while drinking beer floats and watching Friends reruns on TBS. While I was leafing through my mountainous stash of colored paper, I found an old sketch book that had an unsent to Becky, who I guess was staying in Colorado at the time. This letter is comically so 2007.


The cut off part says "still be my friend." My scanner is smaller than the notebook. 


The cut off part says "19!"



Here are some things you should know about the context of the letter.
  • It was during the period of two years where I wanted to give everything a unibrow.
  • I figured out the microderm abrasion thing. I now own one of these
  • I had a fashion mullet, which to be honest I miss. I am currently trying to figure out a grown-up version. 
  • The dude whose mix-tape I was referring to was this guy my friend thought I might like. I never ended up meeting him in person because he told me my major was stupid via email and sent me his Friendster profile which featured a track list of last four mixes he'd made. A couple months later we bumped into him at Mountain Goats show and he fell on my friend Noel. 
  • I was about to start my last semester of college which was probably why I was so into Serge Gainsbourg. 
  • I was still buying CDs! 

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Make It So: Like Jean-Luc

It is a widely known fact that I have the best friends in the world. You probably think your friends are pretty great, but I guarantee mine are better. Here is some proof. Last week, Marissa came over for the Do-It Club and told me to close my eyes and hold out my hands. And this, my internet friends, is what she placed in them.



I yelped like Coco the chihuahua does when she sees a lap she has access to. Marrissa was looking through the Strand's clearance shelves and found this treasure: a non-fiction book on how to manage your business or your life or something by using the example Jean-Luc Piccard, captain of the Enterprise in Star Trek: the Next Generation. 


I fucking love Star Trek: the Next Generation. I love it because I watched it as a youngster. I even got some action figures from Santa one year. My dad still has them somewhere in his ridiculous mansion. In all seriousness, trying to divorce myself from nostalgic feelings, I think this is a really good show!

It's interesting to watch now in the golden age of television, where protagonists from Don Draper to Leslie Knope are deeply flawed and often making huge mistakes. It is refreshing, even if it is a little old-fashioned, to have a main character who always has a clear sense of right and wrong. The show could easily be preachy and moralizing, but somehow it's not. Also it has Worf, who is awesome.

Here is the table of contents:


And the nerds who wrote it:




When I was leafing through for it and there were two pictures in it!


I'm not sure if the dude in the pictures is the same dude. Well, it's the same dude in this instance: 


Where are these people where they are getting a formal-ish portrait taken while wearing Hawaiian shirts? I do like how they're in space though. It's appropriate considering where I found them. 


Sunday, April 22, 2012

Put It On Repeat

I have both an addictive personality and a short attention span. I get stuck in patterns where I become super obsessed with something for a short period of time and then lose interest. It could be a television show, a food, sheets made out of a cotton alternative .... you name it. A couple of years ago there was a span of about six months where I only wanted to listen to Blur and eat spaghetti. And that was also all I wanted to talk about. I am surprised by the end of it I made it through with any friends left.

Here is a short list of things that I have been super into since the beginning of 2012: Ranch dressing, The Hunger Games (Team Peeta), this super caffeinated tea that you're supposed to abstain from if you are pregnant, DrawSomething, Star Trek: The Next Generation, ZombieFarm, rice krispie treats, Pearl Jam, and this video.

The area where this obsessive/throw-away paradigm shows itself most clearly is music. I tend to find a song and then, for lack of a better phrase, listen to the fuck out of it. So here, in no particular order, is a taste of some songs I have kept on repeat at some point in the past three years or so.

"Love Interruption" by Jack White

This is the most recent song I've had stuck on repeat. I had forgotten how awesome Jack White is. This song is the perfect balance of romantic and gross, Baudelaire for the 21st century.




"Give Me Just a Little More Time" by the Chairmen of the Board 

This song is sort of the opposite of "Love Interruption" in a lot of ways. I love it on its own merits, but it is special to be because of a moment I shared with a couple of my friends last fall. Jens Lekman samples in the "Opposite of Hallelujah" and the last time we saw him live,  he did a mash up and cute lil' dance to it. It was so sweet and perfect, I thought my heart was going to explode. And if it had, I would have been fine with it. What a great way to go!

Also, this song is now featured in a Swiffer commercial, so you can listen to a truncated version occasionally on television! And Kylie Minogue did a terrible cover it in the '90s for some reason!





"Mad Redder" by Yeasayer 

I can't really articulate elegantly why I like this song. Also, the video is upsetting in a way that I have time articulating.



"Lust for Life" by Girls

I love this band so much. I'm putting up a live version because the official video for this looks like an ad for a version of Instagram that is only available to inhabitants of converted lofts in Bushwick. It distracts from how lovely, sad, and weirdly hopeful the song is.




"Love You Like a Mad Man" by the Wave Pictures 

I made my mom a mix CD a couple years ago and included this song. She was like "I love this song! Why have none of my friends heard of this band?" and I was like, "First of all, none of your friends are cool. They are Dutch engineers, which might be the least cool people in the world. And secondly, I saw them by accident in a small venue in Montreal, so it's not like they are famous." The circumstance in which I discovered this band is best described as a hipster circle jerk: 
  1. We were in Montreal. 
  2. We went because this guy my friend Anya knows wanted to see the band that opened for them, which he claimed was his favorite band. He missed seeing both bands because he was out seeing a third band. I asked him if he had seen his supposed favorite band before, he was like, "Of course not! This is the first time they have played live ever!"
  3. The guy from 2 was wearing an ironic sweater featuring an aquatic mammal and we met him eating vegan BLTs. 

Anyway, this is one of my favorite kinds of love songs. The message is basically, "I love you a lot, but I am not exactly good at life right now. Sorry, I guess? I'll get you a nice present if I ever get a hold of some cash." Also, when we saw the Wave Pictures playing, they caught us giggling at the lyrics and giggled back at us. And as I stated numerous times in the past, I love a grown man who giggles. 



"Joan of Arc" by OMD 

I love myself some esoteric early '80s synth-based shit. Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark did such a great job with it! And despite being a bunch of very old men from Britain, they put on one of the best shows I saw last year. Their most famous song might have been really sentimental, but their best songs are about history and science and telecommunications. 




"Swim Until You Can't See Land" by Frightened Rabbit 

Frightened Rabbit makes the best sad songs, but this isn't one of them. I like songs that has a "You can do anything" message, but still assumes you will fail because I like contradictions and being sad. I also like imaging what it would like to actually swim until you can't see land. I'd most likely drown and die. The last time I attempted to swim in sea water, the waves literally knocked me over and pulled off my swim bottoms. And I was about 15 feet from shore. 


Special Fleetwood Mac Section!!!

I have been listening to Fleetwood Mac almost exclusively for about a month. I can't really explain, but I was reading this really awesome book called I Love Dick, which is sort of a memoir about how this woman instantly falls in love with an acquaintance named Dick. She and her husband become creepily obsessed with her new feelings and it all ends weirdly. It seemed like Fleetwood Mac would be an appropriate soundtrack to it. And I've been experiencing a "Mac Attack" ever since. It got so bad at one point, on a Friday night, I made two of my best buds watch Behind the Music: Stevie Nicks on YouTube with me. Molly Jane fell asleep in the middle of it. 

"Everywhere"


Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Emails I Received from Scott This Week Concerning OkCupid

Scott and I have known each other since we were 14 and have been friends since we were 17. We'll be in each other's lives until the day one of us croaks. If you don't believe me, check out the valentine I made him. We talk everyday and know most of each other's secrets. Scott is one of the only person who shares my exact political views, even as they change.

Scott started pursuing his undergrad degree later than most because he joined the Navy right after high school. So now he is a 28-year-old first semester senior at a very small liberal arts college in a very small town in Vermont (which as native Texans, we think of as being a very small state). He tried dating his fellow students, despite my repeated attempts to convince him that dating someone who was born in the early '90s as someone who was born in the early '80s is sketchy. He has finally realized that he needed to find a nice (age-appropriate) girl to "come home to and make soup with." And that is why he decided to join OkCupid.

For those unacquainted, OkCupid is a free dating site. Most of my peers have been on it at some point with various levels of success. And since it is free and since it is on the internet, it is a cornucopia of colorful characters. Like my friend Chris, who in this video relates a story about the colorful messages he sent some unsuspecting ladies while high off his gourd on steroids:



Let's get back to Scott. One of the topics we discuss the most (and one of my all-time favorite topics) is just how fucking racist everyone is all the time. Especially well-intentioned white people (or anyone from a dominant culture) who don't realize they're being racist, colonialist, or just plain appalling and gross. We feel like we can be experts on the subject since we are both marginally of color. Scott's thesis, to put it very very simply, is about how sad Mexican border towns are. He is especially sensitive to it as someone who is reading Susan Sontag and Michel Foucault for the first time.

So here are the emails I received from Scott this week concerning OkCupid

February 22, 2012

Subject: okcupid.
Time: 8:26am

is it dead?




February 24, 2012


Subject: okc pic of the day
Time: 11:02am

caption: "me with shaman elders from andes".




February 27, 2012

Subject: okc
Time: 11:16am

"About Me:

i greet the sky each day recommitting to the work and the joy of
existing in all the realities

my center piece is sustainability and regeneration on all levels:
environmental, social, economic, emotional, mental, spiritual and
physical

it all boils down to ~~> i pledge allegiance to the trees, and to the
united webs of life, and to all the people who depend on health, joy
and well-being... "

Okay, so this isn't actually racist, but it does involve a young, probably well-educated woman who means well making a complete fool of herself. I can't exactly speak for Scott, but there is something grotesque to me about being this earnest and sincere. Being that sincere is like taking off your pants: only do it in certain contexts where it is appropriate. Don't just do it from the get-go. Basically, if you always sound like you are coming up on shrooms, you might want to reevaluate your life.

Also, using a sedated, wild animal or (soooooo much) worse, a human being (even a shaman in a really bitching outfit) as an accessory is fucked up, even if you didn't intend it to be.

Friday, February 17, 2012

What I Did Last Saturday Night


This year one of my new years resolutions for myself (You can read about my new years resolutions for other people here) was to spend three nights a month working on personal projects. I haven't been feeling particularly inspired lately, so I decided to create some rules for myself (you can ask most of my best friends and they will confirm I fucking love rules!). Every few weeks or so I go to the Strand, the world's most overrated bookstore except for when it comes to commissioning Daniel Clowes drawn tote bags, and claw my way through their $1, $2, and $3 racks for things to cut up and put back together. The Strand is where I found this:


 I found this graduate level biology text book in a free bin outside the day care at the YMCA I go to.



So I made this rule for myself: Tonight I will put cats in 1970s decor while listening to Patton Oswald's Zombie Spaceship Wasteland and sipping on peppermint tea.

This was the result.