Brandalism

Capitalism makes everything available to everyone. You know the coke you drink is the same as the coke the president sips slouching on his fat ass, the same coke as the homeless niggers drink, the same coke as those posers in high school guzzled.
So you gotta invent brands, basically the same product, maybe even manufactured in the same sweatshops, but much, much more expensive. Then the poor kids or the hipsters can't afford or won't afford to buy your shitty five dollar bottled water and 400 dollar jeans.
Maybe there is a slight difference in taste, wear-and-tear, color, maybe you notice it, but that doesn't matter. What matter is now you can glare down your nose at those that cannot afford a logo. You've recreated the social hierarchy. Once you were equal, now you are divided again.
You are better than them again.

Choke trailer and interview with Chuck P.

Excited for the movie? This trailer is tame. However: pretty interesting story with Chuck. The interviewer sucked, but Chuck is a great orator and can use even boring questions to his advantage. Worth checking out.


http://bordersmedia.com/backlot/choke.asp?cmpid=SL_20080911_REW

Keepin' Up

I've done some things recently I thought were worth sharing. It will make this past week seem like it was non-stop fun and adventure because I'm going to leave out the parts where I slept and had a few issues with boredom and depression and those tedious classes I had to attend. Let it be.I broke into this abandoned roadside stop on the I-40 with some friends. I smashed shit up and stole some artifacts and took some nice film pictures.

I got some space on Gawker, meaning my art profile and a link to my flickr stream will appear in the place of ads on certain, generous websites. Awesome, huh? Look: http://artists.gawker.com/5044672/mene-tekel

I pushed my girlfriend, Gean, downhill in this cart. Freaked her out.
For two bucks, I bought a huge stack of stickers for this awful band that my girlfriend loathes. I stuck them all over campus, just to piss her off. She found out it was me. Now whenever Gean sees one of these, she punches me, hard. I just laugh.

It's an inside joke that's all around us. I love her.

Who Killed Amanda Palmer?

by Mene Tekel

Dresden Dolls frontwoman Amanda Palmer has released a solo work with Ben Folds, East Bay Ray of the Dead Kennedys and more.


With a more clever and less pretentious air, the album "Who Killed Amanda Palmer?" sounds better than the D.D. work she's done. The album's loose concept, with an introduction written by Neil Gaiman (Stardust), is that Amanda Palmer, a super celebrity in leagues with Anna Nicole Smith, died, leaving a legend bigger than her life.


Tracks like "Runs in the Family" and "Guitar Hero" prove Palmer's music is stronger and rejuvenated, giving her "death" a new life.

Strangness Lurks

Long time ago, I read Yahoo! news because I was working in a business office, which automatically made me a loser. Here are some strange comments that stood out from a Yahoo! Health article.

http://health.yahoo.com/experts/menlovesex/80589/4-instant-intimacy-boosters/

1. Posted by Hungry Man on Tue, Jan 22, 2008, 1:27 pm PST

My girl and I like to pretend that we are having a threesome. The third party in the threesome is a pillow. The pillow definitely knows what it is doing...

6. Posted by Charro on Wed, Jan 23, 2008, 10:51 am PST

I once role-played with my wife that we were a priest and a nun. I was the "dirty priest" and she was the "dirty nun." We held hands for 45 minutes, then we slow-danced. After that we watched TV.

14. Posted by stanley d on Wed, Jan 23, 2008, 1:47 pm PST

All the things you talked about are great in a first marriage.But being divorced twice,things will never be the same,no matter how hard you try.When two people meet,and have families,kids parents,and friends, it's real difficult to make things right.I think being alone is the the way I'm going to be.I don't have to contend with disappointment,hurt feelings,why weren't you there for me??? I think I will get another dog,They always love you no matter what...

incidentally

trauma is an interesting thing/.
specially when you create i for yourself.
firecrrackers. i remember them the most. the way their packaging felt in my hand, the way they smelt and the way they popped when lit. i would hold them as long as i could, even up to my ear, seeing how tough i was. then i would toss them into the air in panic and watch them burst.
i didn't have the pussy kind either. i had the big fatass ones that really bang.
bang bang bang
i dont remember who i was with or why we bought them. i barely remember where we went. some small mom and pop store
all i remember was the flames from one black cat that didn't light correclty.
burned the whole strip mall to the ground. i can remember the sirens and the sulfur smell that stuck in my cloths.
i can't remember getting caught or nothing, so i guess i wasn't
i just remember tyhe regret i felt the following weeks
i destroyed so many lives in one single pop.
pop pop pop.
i could go on and on

Fire and Falling

WHAT WOULD YOU ATTEMPT IF YOU
KNEW YOU COULD NOT FAIL?
Nothing. I've already won.