ok, you know the usual, i don’t sleep. here’s the next photo-book i made, put out by glaciers of nice in los angeles, photos from a non-xiu xiu tour i was making out on:

CHECKKKKDKDKDKDKKD ITTTITIITIT OUUUUUUUUT YOOOOOO!!!!!!

also – the 4th picture disc in my series is coming out soon. check that same link for more info. you know that series? xiu did one. jamie did one. flying buddha did one.

my mom told me i have a non-traditional life style b/c i don’t have a 9-5 job that gives me health insurance.

i wanted to tell her:

well, how traditional is the concept of work?
and, if we can call that traditional, wouldn’t being a vagabond, a vagrant, a roamer – wouldn’t that have a longer more vibrant history and tradition than work? people were doing that before agriculture.
how does tradition work, anyway?
i guess it’s just a set of rules within a certain circumstance that justifies the existence of that certain circumstance. fuck it.
wait, i am not saying i am a vagabond, i only made a point to counter work – if i were to say something, i guess it’d be: fuck it, the idea of work sickens me, DON’T DO IT, just sell photo-books through paypal! (i need a job in NY)

by jamie the quagmire AKA the french war in vietnam

paint me with glitter
our time together grows pale
that will shine it up

DO YOU WANT MORE ROMANCE IN YOUR LIFE?















mmmmmmm
hey, you can jump off a cliff
i’m just thinking out loud

Yo People,

so, no more shirts for sale for now b/c i’m moving… and i need to sell stuff that i’m not taking w/ me… i got a stack of the ANP issue w/ the 6 page spread of xiu xiu polaroids. And I got a stack of xiu xiu picture discs that is sold out on Brendan Fowler’s label. ANd the Picture-disc of Jamie’s 12 year old pre-xiu xiu songs that he found on a tape.

check this page.

it was hard to hold onto that romantic way of looking. i never had to do that as a child:pretend i was looking at the aboriginal island. no teacher or or anyone else had suggested that as an imaginative exercise. it was something i had fond myself trying to do, on visits, many years after i had gone away. and now, to leave the point, to travel back along the country roads, the overgrown cocoa estates with their weather grey-black cocoa dying houses, the villages with their little wooden or concrete houses in the dirt yards, to the crowded towns beside the highway, was to be taken back to a version of the colony i had known as a child. it was to be taken back to the old ways of feeling, where no moment of beginning, no past, seemed possible…

i am back in LA after being in Oakland shooting/editing a video that will be on the new xiu xiu album. all i can say is this: FRUTOPIA!

and today a video i made for high places was debuted here.

I HAVE TO TYPE THIS: i just called jamie to tell him i want to mail him a check w/ cd’s i need to mail him, so i don’t have to mail him two seperate envelopes, so i can: hit two israeli tanks with one stone. haha, i am stupid.

jamie inside Anthony McCall piece at SF MOMA. He thought it was cheasy until he entered it. We both thought we were dying, or maybe on LSD. I saw him talk w/ Uta and Jonathan Crary at UCLA a few months ago. You MUST GO.

i am in this show:

http://thetreehousegallery.wordpress.com/2007/08/21/juried-show/

copy and paste, don’t be lazy.

A attempt to selflessly eradicate one’s individual identity, 2006 by Jon Sasaki.