THIS JUST IN... (ed banger tour in vancouver)

ed banger was great.

the baker's disease and norwegian football.

white lung played last night at the lamp lighter. along with some other bands. beer was expensive there so sarah and i only stead for them and walked to the unicorn right after. beer is 1$ cheaper there. and better. it was dance mix night. reminiscing from my child hood memories of dance class and middle school dances. the first cassett i ever bought was an ace of base and c&c music factory when i was 9 years. i feel old these days. we met some sandanavians who are here working on sustainability for the olympics. which i found off because vancouver boasted how the olympics would increase local employment yet they are hireing people from another conitinent let alone the same country. i won't hold it against them though. they were nice. we walked to no where in the middle of the night with them and lita and i chased a standard issued prison shoe down carrall street. derya accidentally switched it it to manuel focus while taken photos. i kinda like how they look anyways. these are my favourite kind of nights. once it gets warmer it will be even better.

skeleton apartment.

robert frank is a revisionist. critiqueing the struggle to find true american identity with out being plagued by the american flag that shadowed the nation, the pre-beat artist withdrew from the 'american dream' culture and attempted to document a series that would rebute ideal "family man". he is pretty great.


also. jean baudrillard past away one week ago today. he wa another great one.

these are a few months old. but some of my faovurite..

this is what happens when it snow in the middle of a sunday night in vancouver...
(november 27 2006)

summer!

hurry up please. i don't know if i can't wait anymore.

gambier island.

sentimental vomit.

it never rains there. or at least not when i'm around. the sun seems to shine always, even at night. the smell hasn't changed either. i'm not sure what it is exactly, maybe its the mixture of smog and the sent of palm trees that the wind seems to carry everywhere it goes. Rilo Kiley has a song about Glendora. "it's new years eve in glendora, i'm the only living person in glendora.." i could be the only living person there and still be the happiest i'll be. almost 20 years later and nothing seems to have changed. jaime's voice is still the same. her house still smells the same. she had the palm tree in the front yard removed during the renovations and the blood orange tree in the back yard is taller than concrete wall now. my mother is so happy there. the happiest i've seen her since the last time we were there. home is where the heart is. we spent two days in the desert. we drove by where we use to live. it looks the same too. i can't imagine what life would like if i had stayed there. if that is where i grew up. probably married and had two kids or something... who knows. penny lives in lake los angeles. a lake that was constructed in the 1960's as an incentive for people to move out to the suburbs only to let it go dry 10 years later. now it mostly consists of dirt and old weather worn home. my aunt keeps three goats, a turtle, and two dogs in her back yard. she's thinking about rescuing the pinto from her neighbours yard too.

joshua tree (found only in the mojave
desert) only grows about 10cm in a on
year period.

venice beach.






hollywood.


jaimes back yard in glendora.




tehachapie.

beverly hills.





i wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

tehachapie.
















mr nicolas likes to snore like an old man.


this is what's left of my mother's father. i never knew him.