walkie talkies.desert. heat. music.

2 more hours i leave my desk and head down to coachella!!!!!!!! with my fucking queen bee. drive down. weekend getaway. sd stopover to see my 6-month old nephew. 6am flight back in time for work on tuesday.

the line-up has just been posted: COACHELLA LINE-UP

kanye will be performing with common. but playing at the same time as tv on the radio.

i WILL end up in dangermouses vip tent. hearing of some stones throw event, and an urb party.

whos all going??!!?! CONNECT FOOLS. cell phone service is gonna be a bitch.


but while im gone check please all check out the SF International Film Festival. I saw some great write-ups. And the last weekend of the Womens Film Festival.

including a great panel discussion happening during the SFIFF with my boy Keith on the panel

The Revolution, Now Playing: Film as a Tool for Social and Political Change

ok ok. some more free photo booth pictures.

Strap on some headphones. Put on your best booty shorts. And prepare to have your auditory salad tossed

i'm in love with a stripper and the baltimore bass connection. just got the word on a banging new mixtape with these guys off the blentwell site. go now!

my ears are exploding (comments highly suggested)


- so the camron dipset shit, havent really heard too much of it but the kiss/whistle song track is bananas.
- dj shadow, you'll be amazed. what a renaissance man.
- im bias. love anything ubiquity . and bay area funk? how can that go wrong. in addition, there coming for the release party @ the elbo room on the 12th. holla.
another bias.
- not sure what to think of the kayne sa-ra collab yet. since i havent heard any of it. but who else is damn curious to see whats gonna come out of that?

.::OMG YOU READY::.

SPANKROCK TOUR COMING TO SF 6/1O


THE RUB TOUR WITH A-TRAK 5/19 @ NEW STORYVILLE (POLENG?)

mozarts requiem will play on tiny speakers made of clay.

tiny spirit in a k-hole. bloated like soggy cereal. god will come and wash away. our tattoos and all the cocaine. and all of the aborted babies. will turn into little bambies.

wounded river push along. searching for that desert song. and mozart's requiem will play. on tiny spearkers made of clay. tell my mother that i love her. martin luther you're an angel.

charming monkey saunter swagger. drunken donkey limbs disjointed. your chest is a petting zoo. mexican pony fucked up shoes. i dreamt one thousand basketball courts. nothing holier than sports.

dragonfly kiss your tail. precious robot built so frail. universe of milk and ember. your hot kiss in mid December. what's god name i can't remember. through the crack eye lovely weather.

dont worry im not having or in a k-hole. ha. just simply wish cocorosie was at coachella.

threesomes...

...is not what this blog will be about.

thanks for everyone that came out last night to madrone. the night started slow and shane had serato drama which was handled beautifully in the end with such hits as that new brasilian beat, "nao me doctor" or some shit. and the game/jose gonzalez' dream remix. funny how when throwing events or anything you often worry that no one will show up, begin to drink prefusely and the place gets crackin' out of nowherewell it wasnt "CRRRACCKIN'" last night but you get the idea. anyways will discuss new hot music in a bit.
speaking of. was at 222 the other night. they finally got their liquor license, and its not so dark inside. regardless, the set up and vibe i think is one of the dopest in the city. apparently however, wednesdays seem to be a crazy influx of 20yr-old academy students. whatever im hating and hypocriting(new word). i can only deal with so much of "artists" talking about their new visuals and projects to one day do, than actually seeing it done. or maybe im hating because
as me and the girls were bobbing to such random classics like bone thugs, too short and camp lo we began to get a little intrigued. UNTIL the dj was really an ipod! yes i love vinyl but im not a an old grump that will tell you fucking with the serato is not keeping it old school and can actually still just as easily make people get wet, nor am i not NOT obssesed with my ipod or any mac (not the makeup) product. if we were all chilling at my house that'd be cool. but why play an ipod in a bar? its only an mp3 file and the sound is shitty. we seemed like we were a bit outcasted and they all knew each other (the 20 & academy thing) so maybe they felt like they were just chilling in their living room. whatever. 222 rocks.

aaaah mac obssesion. looking at this shit makes me a) glad im a geek and drool and b) wish i were more of a geek to think and actually come up with these. dudes got like 72 ideas in addition:

so WHOLE FOODS man. the one on 4th street downtown. never knew lunch could be so indesiscivly great. 4th st's buffet area is the best one i have ever seen (every craving you could think of). please check out it will do you good.

side note: please put someone special in your prayers. i wont say names, simply for jinxing purposes. but if she gets this job with air canada all her girls just might be flying internationally fo' free. yeaUh.

scions jumping off their month long art gallery/road show tomorrow. now thats a marketing team that would be hot to be on the creative side of.

.::PEEP::.

my head wants to talk a lot more. but its 5pm and friday and i dont feel like staring at a computah. new hot music to look out for and my mailing address for hot dj's to send me mixtapes and my marriage proposal letter to dangermouse when i go to coachella...NEXT BLOG.

crackspace, fake lesbians, bollywood and the urban dictionary

another weekend of rain. blame it on the rain folks cause its not going away for awhile and it just might be the next new hot cop-out.

so i had kind of an annoying epiphany last week that resulted in our generation’s new addiction: CRACKspace. i have nothing against male photographers, in fact i think it’s sexy as hell. but something just rubs me the wrong way with this new phenomenon, thanks to myspace, of dudes all over the place taking pictures of themselves surrounded by so-called hot girls with their digital cameras in the clubs. it just doesn’t seem right, right? especially when the words repeated right after sound like: "yo ima post this shit up on myspace dont tripp". ok ok. and i dont mean to bring the bias gender role in, because i love drunken digital moments - thanks to saris camera - whether for blogging or personal use/fetish...but dudes in CLUBS, its weird...right?
speaking of so-called hot girls (cause they’re usually the ones that aren’t), i can’t stand the new "thing" of girls tryna be lesbian in the club--well maybe its not a thing and ive been oblivious. fake lesbian shit?! girls that need to hump their girlfriend in the clubs for attention is LAME FOLKS! stop!

on a much lighter side: if anyone’s met my pops, aka poppa lama, you know he’s probably the greatest man in the world. yeah, it’s true i wanna marry a man just like my dad. anyways this weekend we, the (t)ibetan (a)ssociation of (n)orthern (c)alifornia and the (t)ibetan (y)outh (c)ongress had a very successful jump-off fundraiser at the fairmount hotel in hopes to hopefully raise money for a Tibetan community center in the bay area ('you dont have one?' ---right?), AND i was my dads date. the turnout was great and the event was sponsored by ZIA Skincare (not a drug company), who in turn donated $10,000 to TANC!!! stay tuned for more updates on how this is going. TANC

we were in full attendance, of course, while my mom and her girlfriends attended a Bollywood Concert at the coliseum last night. Yes, my mom's obsessed with Hindhu movies, actors, songs and serials, and all i heard today were stories of how they tried to trick security into getting backstage. no lie.

dont forget folks KULT RADIO and VERSUS MAGAZINE are teaming up for a new monthly at madrone starting next thursday: with a premiere screening of the New Diet Video from Piece By Piece director Nic Hill

and i saved the best for last. look what my cousin emailed me:

urbandictionary.com = pretty killer

ES-EF

SEASON HAS BEGUN
OPENING GAME TODAY @ 1PM

and then there was sari....

what more can i say about the infamous un-cali sari. she mumbles. she drinks jim bean. she often thinks she can fly. her bed is mad comfortable. shes my funnest friend and shes another fucking aries. happy bornday love.