The Constorium of Greater Minds

looking for light bulbs in the local supermarket and came across this dish towel…say word?

Whats going on fellas? Was doing the usual surfing the web and came across this hot site that has all kinds of documentaries that you can stream off the site. Most of these films have won awards and have been featured at the sundance and tribeca film festivals. If you dont have anything to do and wanna take a look here it is:

[ free documentaries ]

a couple of hot ones that ive taken a look at and are suav recommended viewing are why we fight, war on democracy, zeitgeist, fog of war.

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from sweetness’ post – kate nash

Its your man sweetness fresh out of the Dagobah star system and I thought it necessary to guage the temperature of the musical waters and have found it quite pleasant. So I bring you another non-continuous and nonsensical installment of random music shit for you rears (<—Shit is funny son)
Something Old:
I was thumbing through my digital library and found a classic that I always enjoy. Sergio Mendes, any album, is what you need in the morning to an extra kick. Samba gets my bells ringing anytime of day
Something New:
Kate Nash- Made of Bricks
This little siren of the isle brings a catchy and melancholic brand of pop that I rather enjoy. Tunes like “Dickhead” reveal what I have suspected all along, Dickheads are fucking up situations. British foxes do it to me in the worst way
Something Fucking Rediculous:
DJ Mathematics presents Wu-Tang Returns (8 Diagrams)
This album feels like Doogie Howser M.D. defibrilated me out of coma of whack. Wu-Tang stays in my musical orbit and we have another hearty contributor to the stacks. Rae-Rae and Face back on their grind and its money like cocaine in a coffee pot (thats how you make crack, for you herbicides). I suggest all drop an ear to the streets but don’t get no nasty ABC gum on your gore-tex.

That is all, Transmission Complete

i haven’t seen a film this good in a long, long time

the last major stop after hong kong was the northern japanese island of hokkaido. the blue ridge pulled into the port town of otaru. sapporo, known for its beer and on this special occasion the sapporo ice festival, was an hour train ride away. although we later found out that we’d missed the actual ice festival competition- it was a few blocks away – what we did see were some awesome snow sculptures. the first night some of the fellas and i went to an onsen or natural hot spring. so relaxing – i felt like a greek emperor strolling around soaking in the various inside and outside hot baths. the final day in town we hit the slopes for some boarding. as you’ll see the views were quite spectacular. still more to come – slowly rounding up the cameras.

sapporo

konbanwa

tossing back the sake before getting back in the baths

jeff creating a great impression for the japanese

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everyone’s favorite dreadlocked german, the dominique formerly known as dj sent me the link to this site. i knew white people were odd but this site is great because everything it picks out is so true – expensive sandwich’s for lunch, divorce, coed sports – so funny because it’s spot on. it’s good to have a laugh at yourself.

[white people are bananas! ]

the grammy’s got something right for once…long overdue. here’s the man in his early prime when he should have been winning
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i think obey is some sort of sell out…but obama is cool with me

in chris anthony’s latest project entitled ‘i’m the most normal person i know’ he creates odd and unsettling photographs using antique clothing, mannequins and eerie locations. the photos capture the adolescent fear of mannequins and masks; the strangeness of a lifeless human form and blank visage. the chill that runs up your spine is the rush you had as a child in an empty, stale manor house where nothing was really scary yet everything seemed slightly odd and there was a prevailing feeling of strangeness. it’s a feeling that i miss in these days of desensitization and unreal gore. like a good david lynch film, chris anthony’s latest work gets under your skin to that place where the chill resides – the psychological fright not the physical. enjoy

[once you see it you can't unsee it]
photographs > i’m the most normal person i know