...back on a def jux kick again... mostly aesop's labor days and el-p's fantastic damage.
Especially el-p.
Quality and innovation over-ride the nostalgia factor- but only by the thinnest sliver of difference. Still just listening to the first 4 seconds of either of these albums sends me back to places I'm lucky to have been.
....kind of makes me want to move back to new york...
Well actually, REALLY makes me want to move back to new york!

It's crazy how certain people can encompass a place through assemblage of sound.
Thev'e done it and I know this.
...the best news is- el producto has a new album coming out soon, and no doubt I have intensely high hopes.
But could our leader actually let us down?
I shall think not.

follow him: el-p's production blog

I read today that "thick eyebrows" are in for fall.
cool.

in addition to the eyebrows- I vote we all take cues from this charming little fellow above... sweater vest = must have
let's bring it back in full effect.
turtle necks too.
in fact... while everyone's at it- let's just get sharp marionette style.
monocles, little white gloves, suspenders, wingtips.
why not?
don't be surprised if when you see me next I got my puppet style on- and I mean the "good" kind of puppet. not the kind on a string.

Today a man came into where I work.

He is blind- but does that really have anything to do with anything???
...he first asked me what our brownie/bar selection was- so I told him:
4 mint
1 zebra
3 walnut fudge
4 coconut macaroon

he proceeded to order:
3 mint
1 zebra
2 walnut fudge
1 coconut macaroon

oh yeah... and FOUR diet sodas.
When the total exceeded 16 dollars, he told me he had but 15 to spend, so I suggested he take off one of the sodas (which cost a ridiculous amount anyway... $1.35 per 12 oz can) so he did and had 4 cents to spare. (TIP JAR GONE WILD!)

He then asked me to unwrap the brownies for him, which was fine- but I was shocked to see him sit down and eat every one of them.
That's right... 7 brownies... 3 sodas... one sitting.

My encounter with blind brownie man kicks off my new project of identifying excessiveness.
It might just be the biggest problem in the world today.
Seeing that man today was such a real-live, physical metaphor.

As we just victims, forced to participate in a consumer driven world controled by super power politicians and ceo's?
Or are we blind idiots who create our own destined fuck down by not making the right choice when we actually have one to make?

So kids, strap on yer bibs and get ready for moments of over indulgence, binging by design, packaging monstrosities.
Everything All The Time.
World Wide Buffet.

...things I am learning about food...

-how to not scorch the fuck out of everything with a gas stove and shitty pots and pans-
albeit...does anyone want to get pretend married so we can gift register for all new le creuset?

-cooking for one-
not only is it NOT fun...you eat too much and have left overs with a nasty tendency to get all skanked out.

-el myr can NOT be recreated in the kitchen of today nor the kitchen of the future-
howtheydodat?
some things are better to not know.
el myr on myspace

I wish I knew more about the true possibilities of this... but has anyone ever noticed or thought or wondered if there is just some limited amount of physical appearance options in the world???
...and through moving and mating they get planted and strewn about all over the place, things and people seem unique and individual, but they really are not that different from someone else they've never met or seen... and never will.
It's the doppelganger idea- and for me it's everywhere.
...you'll see someone in one location and then 1000's of miles away, there they'll be again.
Hey, there's that really tall guy with the flaming red afro and confident face...holy shit... there's that super annoying wanna be musician chic with the really awkward fat hanging over her jeans....and fuck it, over there is that really nice nerdy gay guy who's always wearing pastel button up dress shirts and looks totally sharp all the time. And look over there... it's the guy who gets a medium dark and tips a quarter.
Seriously... it's almost haunting- the people I just keep seeing over and over wherever I go. I'm not saying that these people aren't unique in their individual personalities, but I've lately just been very aware of these neither better nor worse, but strikingly similar people, who for some reason or another just can't stay away.

I washed my dishes 2 hours ago and my sink still has not drained.
...brushing up on my tenant rights at present...
anyone have any tips for dealing with negligent landlords?
In the meantime, I fear my sink and it's clogged and twisted depths. What if some sort of snake comes out of the drain?!!?

I guess it's not as bad as the time meredith, scott and I had some other tenants corny-poo in our bathtub.