So… Yeah, I hate electronic music. Hate dubstep. Hate techno. But LazerDisk Party Sex (real name, I’ll stop messing with them) has this great summer mix out that i ACTUALLY like. Forreal. It slaps. My JBoog, (not the kama’aina Jboog, or one of the million bay djs who go by that name) has been managing them for a while and though I’ve been reluctant, Skinny Dip, MIGHT be my summer banger.
Get it here.
Matt at thissongissick tells me (and by me I mean, readers) it’s Moombahton (yeah i said ‘quit playing’ when i read that). Never bothered to ask J about it and he’d never volunteered the info. Learn with me people, if you don’t know, now you know, ninja.
" Happy Birthday!… It’s my pension….so you don’t have to steal it.”
Featuring my homie CintronicComedy. Check out his other vids here.
One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am — a reluctant enthusiast… a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic.Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it’s still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much; I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound men and women with their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this; You will outlive the bastards.
Edward Abbey, The Earth Speaks
From my Advisor in college to my freshmen Narratives of the Underground class. Found in my journal from last year. I carry it around always but forget it’s there and thought I should start remembering it more frequently.
From My girl Sonnysayssmile- I’ll also pretend this is about being in education. And replace artist with educator and writer’s block with budget cuts.
Feeling creatively drained? Let this letter from Pixar inspire you. http://tnw.to/1Ak8d via @shareables
Proof. I tweeted about this yesterday but… Friday at 7am Text Exchange. I must love you if I respond. East coast friend asks a very west coast question.
September 5th — November 1st, 2010
How I Became a Professional Wedding Guest & Renewed my love for my City
(I also am posting this in light of having two more upcoming weddings, two weeks apart at the end of the month).
I spent a significant portion of the last 6.5 months trying to figure out how to best summarize my fall… Which I generally loathe and struggle to get through, flew by all because I was wrapped up in what felt like a cyclone of emotions. Amid my typical fall rut issues: craving new, hating old, seeking friendship/solace at the same time, I ALSO got to deal with the highs of a completely out of the blue sports miracle and the lows of going solo to 3 very different weddings each with its own character & emotional theme!
Here’s a small recap.
SEPTEMBER 5, 2010
The Chic Wedding
My same age cousin, born lit-trally (because saying it like Rachel Zoe somehow makes sense) 2 weeks after me, married her sweetheart, a boy she told me she had a crush on our Senior year of HS on a road trip when I got inked with the family tat (a sadish tribal band we all have, except her now that I think about it).
Ceremony: Outdoors, at Sunset, officiant was the groom’s uncle. Short, bridal party came out quickly. Girls wearing black cocktail dresses, with pockets which I thought was rad, men in tuxes.
Venue: A Golf course club house‑ which was mod and classy at the same time, sits atop one of those gated communities that shares a name with the course and the members primarily live in the complex.
Food & Beverage: I actually don’t remember what I had to eat, I think it was typical meat and potatoes. I missed the appetizers somehow because I was in line for the ‘limited’ open bar.
Reception: Music was fine, the DJ was some man who played to 40 from a cart of some sort in the corner. (What is it about Journey that just get’s white folks GOING?)
Emotions- Prepared for: Being asked why I wasn’t engaged too, setting up I’m just gonna clown on everything and live tweet this shit defense mechanisms.
Emotions-Actual: Okay, hanging out with family and making fun of things, meeting my other cousin’s new dude – who despite first impressions reminded me WAY too much of my best friend whom I missed dearly and wished he was there with me. Also, I wished the maid of honor had used the mic a bit better during her toast, I could barely hear her and man… Mic misusage is a huge pet peeve of mine, but not homegirl’s fault for not realizing it.
SEPTEMBER 25th 2010
The Community Wedding
Home girl and writing buddy from Grad School who spent all of last fall writing her thesis along with
me. She and her man had been together for 6 years before they got engaged, I’d never NOT known them as a couple.
Ceremony: Church in SF, had crazy skylights that made it feel like we were outdoors, on one of the hottest days SF had seen in a very long time. Girls wore brown dresses of the “choose your own style” variety.
Venue: Boat House at Lake Marriot, great setting, but SUPER packed with all their fam & friends, these two have HELLA fans- many of whom helped with set up (and tear down).
Food & Beverage: Buffet of Pinoy and Chamoru food cooked by their families, served by their friends.
Reception: Music was FANTASTIC, Dj was part of their close circle of friends (one of those circles that most SF kids my age are connected to in one way or another as my best friend is connected to the DJ too).
Emotions- Prepared for: Wasn’t sure. Knew I may run into someone I knew outside of the couple but also knew that might not happen. Was open to making a new man friend, but not really interested in putting myself out there.
Emotions-Actual: Had a fantastic time with a married couple the bride connected me with for a ride. Between the ceremony and reception we had the most amazing and refreshing drinks. There was… and I should have seen this coming… an open mic toast section of the night… Where anyone can get on a list… to say something to the couple… and everyone who did… started with… “Well, I didn’t really have anything planned to say…” OH SHIT FORREAL?! YOU DIDN’T KNOW WE WAS COMING TO AN OPEN MIC?! I do love this couple understand… I do.
October 23rd 2010
The Decadent Wedding
The first home girl in my life to get me drunk from college, loud mouthed 4ft 11 inch Italian/Argentina, marries quiet 6 foot something hometown Irish boy from Brewster NY who she went to HS with but didn’t meet until after college. I flew in a few days early to hang out and help and ended up performing a bunch of prewedding duties including packaging pills in small bags (asprin for the gift bags for guest rooms) and making booze with the bride and her mom all while trying to outwit the “I think I’m so damned funny” Best Man.
Ceremony: Outdoors, under piazza, sat next to D-Lock, my homie from college I occasionally rapped with. Quick, cute, officiated by the groom’s uncle. Bridesmaids wore the SAME dresses as the ones at the first wedding.
Venue: Ballroomish like space on same property as the piazza. Sat with a bunch of friends from college.
Food & Beverage: Did I mention we made booze? The favors were Anisette she, her mother and I made. Food was all over the place in terms of genre. Appetizers during happy hour were of all sorts. We had some weird mushroom thing, though I’d consumed too many drinks to really know what it was. A weird salad with some sort of unfortunate fusion thing going on and then beef and the most wonderfully crunchy potato thing. The cake however, was part tiramisu cheesecake, part cake.
Reception: Music more top 40. I danced my ass off at this wedding though. Why? Because I was wearing a really fly electric blue dress, that though it had full sleeves was just the right length for me to feel like I was Tina Turner, with some amazing black suede booties. Also, I really know how to do a mean “Hipster prance” to Lady Gaga’s Let’s Dance. (Hate on me haters). Had my cell phone glued to my side to b/c the SF Giants were playing the Phillies in our race toward the world series. I’d not been able to watch any games there because FOX was feuding with the local cable company and therefore we couldn’t get any games on TV so I sucked it up and paid $4.99 for the MLB app for my iphone. I even got my nails done and made sure to rep the SF Giants with them. I’d sat in the guest room at the bride’s place just a stones throw from our college town, at 11pm listening to the games on my phone and hearing Kruk and Kuip call the wins. Tonight, I would not be that tacky.
Emotions- Prepared for: Having fun with college friends, flirting wildly with them knowing there was no harm in that. Avoiding the advances of creepy white dudes I didn’t know. Getting shit from someone for gifting the couple SF Giants shot glasses. I’m sorry, the Yankees reign needed to end and the couple needed to know that it was going to.
Emotions-Actual: Had to stay in the bride’s sweet the night before because the friend I was supposed to stay with got really sick. Didn’t sleep. Barely ate before the 4pm ceremony. Had a LOT of drinks on that virtually empty stomach and ended up crying- twice- at an ex whom I was with 8 years ago, apologizing for what happened between us and simultaneously for the loss of his father. Felt better after I ate the entrée. Like a true basket case told a couple guys “I must have needed protein,” bad jokes ensued. Elated the SF Giants won.
October 31st, 2010
Halloween-Handed out Candy while listening to the SF Giants game on the radio.
November 1st, 2010
The SF Giants Take the Series, the Decadent wedding couple, toast them with their shot glasses & I can officially wear my crown as professional wedding guest.
New shit from my boys D-Lock and MediK. Love them to death. I think they even found a way to work “enable” as in “to enable someone to be a BABY” into a piece for my pops.