FUCK CRYSTY CASTLES

Duchess Sezzzzz

Caravanserai, lets go.

Man, talk about heavy winter setting in. I want so badly to go. That is really about all. If the caravan took me to Portugal or Spain or Hawaii or the Gulf of Mexico, that would be alright with me.

Classes are done come friday. After a few exams it will be work time for a month. I think that is fucked. Why arn't there bandits running down the streets, swastikas emblazoned on arm bands? Things feel about that weird out. Looks like rain.

We will be in 2009 soon; that is somewhere else. I bet it will still be raining in 2009. I bet I will look the same. I will have the same shoes then, for a while at least.

creepy crawlers

Get a light warm coat ready, also an umbrella as it is likely to rain, and head to the east side. It is this year's Eastside Culture Crawl. Always fun, often hot and packed in 1000 Parker St. and The Mergatroid buildings, this is a fun place to go and be at.

"PLEASE NOT THE CRAWL IS AN ALCOHOL FREE EVENT" -posted on the main page of their site. Now, I wouldn't bring a back pack of Rainer along for the walk, but there ain't not harm in some warming red wine. As long as I can recall, artists have been serving wines and beers and the like. Don't let the man get you down. Hell, if there is a noticeable authoritative body at the various venues, plainclothes or not, just notify fellows with screams of "NARC!". Repeat as necessary.

only assholes forget

Tomorrow, November 11th, be at Victory Square at 10:30am.

If you go out tonight, singing and reveling, be sure to be at Victory Square at 10:30am.

The worse you feel in the morning, the better it is for your morality, tomorrow at Victory Square at 10:30 am.

with that in mind...

With what David mentioned in mind, check out the transcript of The Boss' speech to hard working Cleveland.

LINK LINK LINK LINK LINK
http://www.brucespringsteen.net/news/index.html

Springsteen/Clemons 2016???!

yes HOTCLIQUE can

Obama won. Thank god. His speech was flawless. And then after all the fanfare with Biden and the families they played THE BOSS. Come on up for "The Rising" America. WOOOO! CNN was scanning the crowd in Chicago - people had tears in their eyes and were singing to Springsteen. Fuck, Obama should appoint Bruce as his Chief of Staff.

To confirm Alex's query a few posts below, yes, both of our work will be displayed at the Plastic Photographer show tonight. It's the first time I've been lucky enough to have a picture of mine displayed at a gallery. Actually in high school I was part of a group exhibition in Capilano Mall, but the picture was of Megan Dawes and she is really cute so that's probably why it chosen.

So come. I think they had beer last year. Maybe they will again? I hope so. If you can't make it tonight then try and swing by 221A E Georgia sometime before the 23rd.

But if you don’t like photos you probably like getting wasted. Everyone likes getting wasted. Mike Cerka will drop tunes that get le femmes wet and you ready to GO POUNCE playa. Before he was a famous DJ, Alex talked to Mike as what I think was the first in our short-lived “get -to-know” feature. TIME WARP HERE

Happy Thursdays.

bOOOO

There are a few events that standout on a twenty something’s social calendar: birthday, new years, end of exams (if you’re lucky enough to be in school), valentines day (if you’re lucky enough to be in a nice relationship), and Halloween. These events demand extra attention, extra shitfacery, extra planning, and generally just extra bullshit to augment the usual bullshit associated with a big evening out.

By nine thirty I was in a self imposed sphere of chemtrails and perma grins, staggering south Granville looking for the right bottle of nine dollar chardonnay. Then I bought a mask worth three dollars from Shoppers Drug Mart, it resembled a zombie Mike Tyson with more tattoos and metal facial studs. It was the only mask left in the store besides a werewolf one that looked like it would be sweaty and claustrophobic. The Halloween section looked like it had been ransacked by last minute ghouls. Pieces of candy and plastic skeletons were strewn about the floor.

Later on, approximately halfway through a clichéd viewing of Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas, I took a knife to the long sleeved thermal shirt I was wearing. My costume was now complete.

A big party was happening and I made it. The bus was hellacious. The party was too, but in technical aspects it was probably the best house party ever. I didn’t notice any fights despite the high population of jocks and there were multiple bars and multiple djs on multiple floors. Yet the dynamic nature of the party only lead to my stagnancy; I could be found in a chair on the fringes clutching a perspiring plastic cup.

I left with friends and we tried to go to another party but it was full. We called roadside booze delivery after exhausting all other options. In a fitting close we smashed our pumpkins and I passed out fully clothed on my bed. Halloween was over.

HOTCLIQUE THIS WEEK - Its November, not "Movember"

Get hell of funky and get your shoes dirty this Thursday, November 6th at the Century House. CerkyCakezzzzzz is doing his show. My guess? House bangers & booty clangerz. Ring the alarm!

Before that, come to 221A Artist Run Center, at 221A East Georgia street, just east of Main. It is the Plastic Photographer Low Tech Photo Show. I have three prints up there, along with some other Vancouver photogs. I believe David has some too, right David?

Think: pre-digital, out of context, no words. I'm inviting women.

inner beauty, outer whore.

Inner beauty is often talked of, but how often is it seen? How often do you look for it? This Halloween, I found reassurance among strangers and friends that inner beauty is alive and well, and is seen by Vancouverites.

I, in female attire, lips and eyes smeared with make-up, paraded around the streets "hitting on" anything with a pulse. Maybe the victims of my humps and my lumps and my chest hair saw humor, I won't deny it. But maybe I looked beautiful. Maybe my high nasal slut drawl, a tone that one person in everyone's vicinity has exuded, set their passion aflame. The later it got, the more beautiful I thought I looked.

At 6:30 pm, I thought that I simply looked whorish and silly; Steve concurred.

At 7:15 pm, I had received numerous compliments from women and a few cat calls from men.

Two hours later I had gained the self-confidence that can take months of therapy and thousands in plastic surgery. With every reflective surface I passed, I would reapply my make up and think, "I AM a sexy bitch."

As time passed into the night, the dark enveloped my sense of sequencing. There were lights from burning fireworks, crackling ephemerally, like the hot pink lipstick that would soon be kissed off.

Someone saw my beauty on that moonless night. Many people saw my blue eye shadow the next morning on the bus ride of shame.