Tuesday, March 31, 2009


i'm making mixtapes and you're gonna want one. find a friend with a tape deck soon.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

food review!

today i went to baja betty's because el pelon burned down and, if you've ever tried the savory beef tongue burrito at montecristo on huntington ave, you'll know that the boston burrito game is slackin hardbody. the deal with the 'rritos is that you order it with your choice of one or two fillings, and the list of fillings changes daily. i had the california burrito with the spicy pork and home fries as my two fillings, it also came with guac, lettuce, sour cream, the whole nine. overall pretty good burrito, fresh produce n shit, qdoba-sized without the rectal bleeding, the only downside is that it wasn't spicy enough and they had some shitty tapatio hot sauce that wasn't spicy enough. otherwise, i'd recommend baja betty's as the spot to camp out and eat burritos while you wait for el pelon's second attempt at insurance fraud to blow over and they build their shit back up.

i'm going to listen to the new doom a few more times then review that too.

deb + me

Saturday, March 21, 2009

they keep stomping on the ceiling but i'm not going to turn it down

Friday, March 20, 2009

i just got this in the mail from my man xtra.things on ebay. legend has it that jackie robinson preferred the 2nd n backwards in order to bewilder 3rd base umpires when batting, giving the dodgers that extra edge that they needed to get to the top.




rock a fly jersey in the summertime god

Friday, March 6, 2009

TOMMY

lookin for love in all the right places:

Thursday, March 5, 2009

i was lurking around on that thing that replaced myspace a few years ago that isn't cool enough to be shouted out on my thing that replaced livejournal a few years ago and stumbled upon this super-urban pappalardo photo:



(click on it!)
i guess that's the only way to ride a skateboard down 1st ave. without getting swallowed by a meteorite pothole.

(note that i'm exhibiting a familiarity with the lower east side to show off. everyone's real quick to talk about that time their buddies and them hopped in a zipcar and drove down from new hampshire to visit their friend at CUNY Whatever who majors in urban studies and weaving and they went and checked out some cool loft party in brooklyn. i'm not a new yorker, i'm from new jersey, i'm familiar with new york, but i'm not from new york. i can get myself where i gotta go, sometimes i forget what avenues turn into below houston but i know that it's houston not houston; it's a respectable relationship with a city i don't live in. a lot of times people will go out of their way to refer to dead names of random areas in the city like "gramercy" or like say shit like "i'm standing outside of the happy garden convenience store, you know, like, in brooklyn"...like naming a place that i'm certain not to have ever heard of is going to make me somehow respect or admire their grasp of a city that's on a fucking grid. i just wanted to say that i don't think that's very cool.)

ode to not doing shit

i wrote a sonnet a couple years ago.


Shit, Bate, Shower, Skate

You have to start your Saturdays off right
With the regimen: shit, bate, shower, skate.
When crust fills your eyes, and the sun shines bright,.
A man needs to wash, poop, and masturbate.

Awake at your leisure, then Bonnadeuce.
Next: a good ‘nography-fueled bate sesh.
Gotta rinse away the grime and drug use.
Then go shred, feeling renew’d and refresh‘d.

It’s an all-star satisfaction lineup,
Catering to the needs of body and mind.
Self-therapy, like a penis spine rub,
Numbs the sting of a young man’s daily grind.

The best thing to be when something’s wrong,
Is 13 years old, with your parents gone.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

lovely ways of putting things

ottercocz (1:44:00 PM): i finally got to see the big weird fake boobs though
playcracktheskye (1:44:12 PM): yeah she had em on when i saw her too

blanchard's owner voted president of peta

i used to stand outside of this liquor store blanchard's in allston waiting for a drunk bu badminton player or something to buy me beer. cheap prices, wide selection, and an owner who stomps his son's dog:



go check them out, they're having a sale on beer balls!

props

gdp is coming out with a new album called "realistic expectations," he tries to talk like an artist but just sounds like a new brunswick scumfuck on colonapin talking about nothing in this video:


he also has a succumb remix and a new track about leak with emily rugburn, who i'm liking better everyday, on his myspace.


pad thinks he's a big apple socialite now as he poses in this half cab ad with a man named calib from rochester. (taken from the best shop ever's website)

speaking of boardsport shops, orchard is getting their own shop boards made. they'll be doing them for $40+grip in april. check them out on tremont st. on mission hill. for those who didn't know, mission hill used to be called "parker hill," after peter parker, who lived atop the hill with his wife, mary ruggles (of the famed orange line t-stop). he owned an orchard on mission hill and died when a barrel of cider fell on him, hence the name of my street, and the name of the skateshop.