SLOW BLOG

I want to keep up with you but you aren't even ahead of me. I look forward to you but you've been trapped in the area of my mind that I've labeled last year. I was so excited about you at first, I thought you were going to make me more productive with my writing. I also thought that you would make me enjoy my social life more. Yet events went from something that I was looking forward to telling you about to something that I felt obligated to share with you. I felt embarrassed when my interactions with you turned from a weekly (sometimes daily) thing into what we have now, which is the way you interact with a racist uncle. I'm sorry, but I just need some time to think about our relationship, I need to see how fall will treat me. I hope we can make some headway come winter. I hope we talk again before the new year. Good bye for now old friend.

INDIAN JEWELRY, EATS TAPES, MNDR, FLEXIONS @ VERA

Last night I went to the Vera Project with a friend to see a show I was anticipating for a long time. Indian Jewelry was a band I saw about 3 years ago at the now defunct S.S. Marie Antoinette with the Get Hustle. At that show Indian Jewelry jammed out so hard, it was pretty intense...I was kind of afraid they wouldn't stop but then jam session came to a sudden end. The singer of Get Hustle also played shirtless at that show and I think that everyone thought it was progressive that she was showing everyone her boobs. Regardless, the show last night was rad. Flexions played a set a songs that made me feel like I was surfing in the future, it ruled. Then MNDR, a band consisting of a girl named Amanda from Oakland and a bunch of cool things like an Omnichord, Pedals and some Samplers played. She had a difficult time because the sound was freaking out and everything sounded glitchy, I wasn't really sure what was going on because all of her instruments were all making noise at the same time and she was screaming about something and freaking out. At one point amidst the confusion I started laughing and had to ask my friend if this was a joke band, she said she didn't think so. I actually ended up talking to MNDR for a bit before EATS TAPES went on and she was really friendly. We talked about her set and I asked her how she felt about the sound and she said she was actually stoked on it because it reminded her of this noise band from Cincinnati called Hair Police. She gave me her CD and a kerchief with MNDR written all over it. Then EATS TAPES started playing and it was basically just a long set of techno. I danced but it was totally whatever. After a long while Indian Jewelry started setting up and eventually played. It started out by the drummer placing a strobe light under the floor tom and turning off all the lights while the guitars were droning out and the "noise" player was doing some trippy shit on a MicroKorg. It was visually captivating while at the same time gave me a headache. I would say that during their set I was bored half the time and the other half I had my mind blown. The guy singer/lead guitarist of the band made me feel like he wants to be Jim Morrison which was a little off putting and the other guitar player was wearing a sassy poncho. They were cool but I feel like you need to be in a very specific mood to really enjoy it. I definitely would see them again.

WORK DAY

Going good.

NEW HOME

I moved into my beautiful new home this weekend. I am so excited, we have a hammock and a kiddie pool and a badminton court. You can come over and hang out sometime if you'd like, just call ahead.

CAIRO

This saturday I went to CAIRO to hangout with Toby and to check out the gallery and store. It was a really great space, essentially a perfect place to spend a sunny Saturday afternoon. We did some drawings and chatted with random people who were coming to check out the space. Then Chris came to hang out and he made a nice Father's Day card for his dad. Matt showed up after his job interview and we got lunch. We hung out a little bit longer and then went home. It was a very nice place with interesting art and clothing, totally a great place to check out.

COMPILATION

I have been thinking recently about putting out a compilation of songs by a whole lot of different bands that I like. Most likely some on CD-R and some on cassette.

I would like to put the following bands on the compilation:

.Talbot Tagora
.Little Party and the Bad Business
.The Last Slice of Butter
.Dimples
.Paper Whale
.Shearing Pinx
.Mutators
.Abe Vigoda
.Mika Miko
.Ima Gymnast
.Flexions
.Seahouse
.Small Breed
.Medieval Women

I want to e-mail all of them and ask if it's "okay".

NEW SHORT

As I scroll up and down on my iTunes music library my eyes go in and out of focus and the combination of the different columns almost form strange figures out of text within the window. Sometimes I move the middle finger of my right hand from the scroll up arrow to the scroll down arrow and just zone out while gazing deep into my iTunes window. The weirdest thing I have ever seen while doing this was something that looked like this blocky silhouette of a person, a woman in fact...the figure appeared to be wearing a skirt, holding something that if your eyes were strained hard enough looked kind of like a butterfly. My mind was blown a little bit. What is the etymology of all those blurred out words I often wonder, the origin behind The Who's "Baba O'Riley" or perhaps something more generic but no doubt as interesting. Do people choose words to use simply because they sound better next to other words? Once I watched a four hour documentary that was a compilation of three different Noam Chomsky lectures. His words sound really nice together, but thats probably because he is the number one linguistics professor at MIT. In my room I have an American flag hanging up, would Chomsky advise me to burn it or would he just think that my not so subtle attempt at irony is dumb? How does he know so much about our world? I would love to meet him because there has to be at least one or two things that you could tell him that he isn't aware of. I could probably tell him about how much it sucks to have an over-drawn bank account or maybe what is the best way to go about rolling a perfect spliff. The second one is actually wrong, I roll really shitty spliffs...non of my friends want to smoke them. After I roll them they all get really sad and decide to do knife hits instead, which is fine except for the fact that I am terrible at knife hits. I wonder if Chomsky has ever done a knife hit. He most likely hasn't, but I'm pretty sure he has smoked weed before...he must have. In the 60's he was good friends with those anti-war people, flower children, hippies, the un-shaven. Those people smoked a lot of weed...they must have extended the peace pipe to Chomsky and thus a mutual interest between hippies and nerds was established. This friendship would be tumultuous at times but when it was good it was great. Like the time I saw a guy with dread-locks wearing a DEVO shirt. That was cool. Unity. Thats what the 60's were about I think. I think that the time I live in as made me a lot less interesting, in the 60's there were no Myspace profiles, if you were lame you had no escape from it because everyone could see exactly what you were about. There was no way for you to write something random in your "about me" to make yourself seem more deep and interesting. You were just a douche out in the open. Being a douche in private is a lot easier, no one can call bullshit on you cause no one is certain of your true douche-bagery. Maybe I am being very harsh. The other day I had this weird red bump at the area that your fore-arm and your bi-cep meet, you know, the area that is 180 degrees from your elbow. Anyways, one of my co-workers asked me if it was a trak mark, like from doing heroin. No way. That is for losers. If I need to be that relaxed I will just take two thera-flus and put on my Sade record. I don't want scars and missing teeth for the sake of relaxation. I would rather have two anxiety attacks a day than that. It just kind of made me feel uncomfortable that this person who I work with would assume that first before anything else, and ask if thats what it was rather than just asking what it was. It bummed me out, the whole day I kept trying not to show that area off, and I was trying to think of ways to make it go away. Scratching only made it worse. I had to think of something else but by the time I needed to think of something else I was off of work so I just took the bus home and hung out on my couch for a few hours. I also checked my Myspace, and went out for a cigarette. That was it.

TIGHT BROS

I miss my pals.

NO FUN

I've been broke the last few days. My life is so dumb right now.

INTERACTIONS

For a few days in January of this year I decided to write down my interactions with Ian Judd. The following is what I wrote down during that time.

January 29th, 2008

My interaction with Ian was brief today. I stayed home from work because I was sick and I gave Sarah a call to ask her if she wanted to get together after she was done with work. Sarah didn't answer initially but called me back, in that time my plans had changed and I decided to go to a concert. She asked if I wanted to have dinner with her and Ian before hand and I said that I would love to.
We went to pizza. Once there I said hello to both of them and ordered my food. I noticed that Ian ordered two slices of some crazy looking pizza without tomato sauce and a bunch of other ingredients. He said it tasted "hella good". I told Sarah about buying my plane ticket to San Francisco and she seemed worried about having enough time to see her best friend Emily while we would be there, I assured her that all would go smoothly. I went to the bathroom and when I returned Sarah asked me if I would like to go see her friend Jeff's band instead of my regular plans and Ian said "Oh yeah, don't go see two of you're favorite bands." I said that he made a good point and I told Sarah that I was going to stick to my original plans, but would love to hang out with her until I had to go. While leaving the pizza place Ian gave both Sarah and I very big hugs and went to school. I went to Sarah's. While I was at the concert Ian called to ask how much it was and I told him that it was 15 dollars and he said that he would come to the show, I said "awesome". Ian never showed up.

January 30th, 2008

Today I saw Ian at work briefly. I was in the common play area at work and he walked in with a plate of food. I asked him if he was on lunch and he said "yeah". Then he asked me how the Liars concert was and I said it was great and then he told me about why he couldn't make it. Our other friend Casey just got a job at the Stranger and I talked to his boss about going along with him (Casey) to an upcoming Marilyn Manson concert. I told Ian and he said that Casey had already promised him the extra ticket. I got upset. After work Ian, Sarah and I went to Anna Purna and got Indian food. Ian said that I could go to the concert because he wasn't that big of a fan of Marilyn Manson. Neither am I.

January 31st, 2008

Today Ian called in sick to work so I didn't get a chance to see him that much. After work I called him and asked him if he was okay and he said that he was fine but he had some errands to run and asked if it was cool if he came over to my place and then got a ride back home. I said that was fine since I had plans with his roommate.

This is all true.

SICK DAYS

I've been sick these last few days. Which essentially means that I've been inside the house by myself with either my laptop, Planet Earth (the DVD's) or books to keep me company. As soon as I get better I'm going to smoke a million cigarettes.

Very Short Stories

Short Story I:

So, awhile ago there lived this man, and he was very industrious and understood what it took to earn a dollar. The man was perhaps unscrupulous in a way. After a short period of time the man had made a good life for himself, he had a big house and a few nice cars and he even owned a good boat. What the man didn't have was power, he wasn't in a position to make the big moves. He had good looks and could be with whomever he chose -- nothing lacked in his life except his ability to control his surroundings. He often felt helpless.

Short Story II:

Sometimes we would stand in my kitchen trying to decide how to get our lives together. You would say things like "It's only been two weeks since I last got money from my folks, I can't ask again so soon."
I agreed. It just seemed so strange because it felt like we made all the right decisions. We went to college, we got good jobs but we just didn't know how to grow up I guess.
Other times we would just sit on the roof of my apartment complex and have tequila shots and chain smoke. We talked for hours and thought life was amazing. We felt great.

Short Story III:

What did you think of that movie?
"I like it."
"It was okay."
"I don't like it very much."
"I love it."
"I hate it."

Short Story IV:

April, 10th 2008.

Today I woke up and felt terrible. I called work and told them I was unable to come in. I went to Bauhaus with my roommate and got coffee. Then I went to the doctors office and found out I was anemic. Afterwards I went to the Honeyhole and ate lunch. Currently I am at the Vera Project with Casey and Dale. They're mad.

SCENARIO I

How would you re-act if the following happened to you:

You wake up one morning and everything is as usual. You go about your normal routine which eventually leads you to the bathroom to do what needs to be done. You lift the toilet lid and resting in the toilet is one of the biggest turds you've ever seen. Your roommates/parents are away on vacation and have been gone for the past few days and you have been home alone with no one over for the last few days, and no one has an extra set of keys to your apartment/house. The previous night you were completely sober and you know without a shadow of a doubt you did not shit this monster turd. What do you do?

LOTS

Would anyone be interested in starting a penpalship? I think it would be really fun to send art and stories back and forth with someone and maybe compile all the material into a zine of some sort. If anyone is interested please feel free to send me a postcard or letter. My address is:
310 12th AVE E. #108
Seattle, WA 98102

I also recently found out that I am anemic, anyone have any sort of suggestions about how to get more iron in my system? It would be a great help. Thanks.

TIME IN MY LIFE

Last Tuesday I got back to Seattle from San Francisco. It was a really amazing place and I had a fantastic time. Being back in Seattle has become really strange for me, I feel a little out of place for some reason. The weather is terrible and no one seems to want to be in good spirits. Regardless, I am trying to keep my chin up for there are many things to look forward to. Spring is officially here and hopefully it will start doing its thing sooner rather than later. I think I'm going to rearrange my room this weekend.

The picture above isn't related to anything that I'm talking about. I just think it looks neat and it's sort of inspiring.

P.S. How was your Spring Break?

SAN FRANCISCO

Rules.

DIMPLES PRACTICE

Dimples recording session. Tunes pending.

MUSIC POSTERS

I made these two flyers for some upcoming shows at the Vera Project and I thought I would post them. Also, go to these shows because the bands playing are rad and the Vera can use all the support you can give them, cause it's an amazing place. Enjoy.

WANT/NEED

WANT: a Wii, all cigarettes, all beer, clothes (new jeans, new shirts, a spring jacket), plane tickets to anywhere, no work.

NEED: Cash.

SUPER-HEROES

This morning on the way to work with Sarah on the bus her and I started thinking about what it would be like if our friends all had super powers and if they did what their super-hero name would be and also what their powers would be. The following is the list I have compiled as of now.

Sarah: Dinosaur Girl
***Power: The ability to conjure up dinosaurs in battle from anywhere to 30 seconds to a full minute. The dinosaurs will always recognize her enemy in battle and attack only that villain.

Schanen: Curls
***Power: The ability to extend and expand her hair to fully overtake and encapsulate her enemy. After the hair retracts the enemy is mummified for an undisclosed amount of time.

Ian: Parodyman
***Power: His main power is using distraction as a means of confusing his opponent and then using his super strength to overtake them. He also has the ability to become invisible when completely still.

Casey: The Boy
***Power: The ability to fly and the ability to control certain inanimate objects with his mind.

Dale: The Designer
***Power: The ability to change the clothing on his enemy to any substance he wishes, including peanut butter, hot lava, etc. He can also distort information that is set in print.

Andrew: Drewid
***Power: The ability to double in size and to see and walk through walls. He can also control the growth of plants.

Carrie: Quake
***Power: The ability to cause earthquakes and the ability to scream at an extremely high decibel level.

Rachelle: Fairytale
***Power: The ability to shape shift into any mythical beast of her choosing.

Marius: The Foreigner
***Power: The ability to speak any language and the ability to accentuate fire, for example can turn a lit cigarette into an explosive. Can also levitate if necessary.

Emily: Delivery
***Power: The ability to transport to any location on Earth instantaneously. Is also very good with knives.

Robert: Greens
***Power: Always gets greens.

This is the list as I have it so far. If you'd like to add something to your character or take something away please let me know. This is very important.

LEAP DAY

This year, if you aren't aware, was a leap year. That means that year four years the Earth gets an extra day. An extra 24 hours to do homework, go to the beach if you live in an appropriate climate for this time of year, hang out with the fam, and of course party. This leap day, in the year of our Lord 2008, I started off by going to work. It was pretty nice, I went to Volunteer Park with my class and we walked around the park for about 4 hours and it was very pleastant. I got off of work at 3 and Casey (pictured above) called me and asked me if I'd like to go to a party with him that someone from his work was throwing. The picture above is from said party, you can click the link for more pictures. It was a really fun party with jello shooters and other such things. We met a lot of really interesting people that were very welcoming and nice. Casey made a speech regarding the Leap Year and everyone was very happy. After the party Casey and I went to see Talbot Tagora at Healthy Times Fun Club and despite the fact that I was fairly inebriated I had a great time dancing and whatnot. Then we headed over to Sarah's for a wonderful night of playing American Idol on Nintendo Wii. Overall Leap Day was fantastic, and at the same time it was like it never happened.
This day that comes every four years ruled...so hard.

FUCK

I just had a dream where I was getting stabbed to death, fantastic.

MORE LIKELY THAN NOT, YOU ARE BORED.

This is a picture of my ceiling. It looks so big but it's really not, I mean there are a lot of better ceilings out there. Think about church ceilings or ceilings in very fancy apartments. Rich people demand a nice mosaic or something very cool to look at when they look up. They always get what they want. Yesterday I called in sick to work, maybe that's why I'm not rich. Today I went to work but I left early because I was feeling sick, is this why I don't have a servant? As I'm updating this I'm reading the Wikipedia article about Jesus. It's very interesting. It's making me wonder if Jesus wants to throw a brick in my face for being gay, maybe Jesus is pissed that I'm talking about him right now. I want Jesus to know that I think he's cool.
I think it's really cool when someone asks you "Can I see your art?" and you say "yes" and you have to go through this process of showing them your art and then they say "I don't get your art" or "why are you doing this?" or they might even say "this is weird" but I think the best response to something like that is to say "I think drawing a picture of a guy wearing a Green Day "Dookie" shirt and standing next to a lawn chair and a palm tree and the caption saying "time to cheese" is really cool, please don't be a jerk." And then they might be very disappointed in you. At that point the best thing to do is draw a picture of that person/those people doing your laundry and washing your dishes. So in a way those people are your servants.

VALENTINE'S DAY

Today is Valentine's Day and I am celebrating by doing laundry and listening to Chromatics, just kidding, I'm just doing that right now. I'm going to a party tonight, what are you doing losers? Just joking, you know how it is.
So life is going pretty good. I am feeling more productive now than I have in a long while. I think I'm in the mood for a new job so I'm going to apply for a nanny job, but thats so up in the air at the moment. I'm doing some flyers for some upcoming shows at The Vera Project which I know isn't that big a deal but it's still going to be fun. I also think I'm going to apply for the music internship there.
Anyways, hopefully everyone's happy on this bullshit corporate holiday...just kidding, kinda.

MISTER ROOM/ROOM GALLERY

I am sitting in my room right now, I can't sleep. I figure it would be a great idea to show you guys some of the art I have up in my room. It was the two year anniversary of Ian living in Seattle today so Sarah, Andrew, Schanen, Casey, and I went to Bauhaus with him and also to Easy Street Music in Queen Anne and I got a Hospitals 12" that sounds very good and then Sarah and I took Ian and Casey home and she dropped me off. I cheesed really hard and watched that movie Homegrown which is very, very bad. Then I got more bored and took these pictures with my camera. Now I'm just listening to the Raincoats and contemplating a shower.








Thank you.
Relax.
-Marius

p.s.

I also made this video.

OBAMA '08

So yesterday I was feeling kind of under the weather partially because I had gotten about 4 hours of sleep the previous night and partially because perhaps I had too much to drink the previous night and had a hangover, I would like to think that the state I was in was due to the former not the latter, but the truth is, well...

But regardless, I wasn't feeling too well so I decided to take a shower and walk down to my local neighborhood bookstore (Bailey/Coy Books) and pick up the most recent issue of The New Yorker and go to a coffee shop and just sit and try to let the bad air pass and leave my body. While there I read an article discussing the Clinton/Obama run for the Democratic nomination and it made some very good points even though it was vis à vis an ad for yet another supposed politically UNcorrect show starring non other than Americas political bad boy Bill Maher. Oh, the wit this man holds...I'm sure is currently in a folder in the office of his intern, or perhaps secretary. ANYWAYS, the article is by Hendrik Hertzberg and if you're interested you should either go buy a copy of the current New Yorker or go stand in the magazine aisle...I'm sure no one will yell at you, and read it. Aside from being clearly pro-Obama (which I think is fantastic), the articles closing sentence is perhaps it's most powerful.
"Hillary Clinton would make a competent, knowledgeable, and responsible President. Barack Obama just might make a transformative one."



I support Barack Obama, fully. And although I will vote for Hillary if she got the nomination, I will do it pensively.

***The New Yorker article I reference in this post is from the February 11th-18th, 2008 issue.

LINK TO FRIENDS

Hey everyone, my best friends over at the kid's cave have a really sweet blog and I want to let you all know about it, you know...just in case you aren't aware of it. THE KID'S CAVE


This weekend has been pretty nice. I got to sleep a lot and whatnot. More later.

PHOTO DOCUMENTARY WEEKEND

I bought a camera this weekend and had a really great time taking pictures. I set up a flickr account and you can see my photos HERE.

PHOTOGRAPHER

These are two photos by some pretty great picture takers. First photo/picture collage thing is by Jeaneen Lund and the second photo is by Hanna Liden (a photographer I have been shitting myself over for the past few years). Enjoy.

LOOKING FORWARD

Welcome 2008. Here is a look back at some stuff. Photo-bucket rocks.