roid rage

one last thing

2011-07-06T16:03:00.001-07:00

dead

2011-04-04T20:26:00.001-07:00

http://lostinperegrination.tumblr.com/

golf wang

2011-02-17T07:37:00.000-08:00

Golf Wang

2011-02-11T07:52:00.000-08:00

making my mark one museum at a time

2011-02-07T07:11:00.000-08:00

PS1

philip ira shattered glass

2011-02-05T11:04:00.000-08:00

weekends like this deserve its own act on This American Life.

swag.

a rebuttal to despondence

2011-01-31T09:11:00.000-08:00

Sweat to It/Face to It/It Was Not There

2011-01-28T12:09:00.001-08:00

I'm convinced that "The 15th" is the best Wire song ever.

rubber soul

2011-01-25T10:05:00.000-08:00

swag

2011-01-24T14:52:00.000-08:00

marking my territory one theatre at a time

2011-01-24T09:13:00.000-08:00

the logan:

i win

2011-01-02T13:11:00.000-08:00

to the san fran tranny with your incompetent soothsaying capabilities,

checkmate!

a year in review (pt. 5)

2010-12-24T00:12:00.001-08:00

a year in review (pt. 4)

2010-12-16T08:10:00.001-08:00

a year in review (pt. 3)

2010-12-15T10:51:00.001-08:00

a year in review (pt. 2)

2010-12-14T08:13:00.000-08:00

a year in review (pt. 1)

2010-12-07T13:19:00.001-08:00

flying past the wintery doldrums

2010-12-01T13:05:00.001-08:00

i opened up a church to sell coke and led zeppelin.

this means nothing, whatsoever!

2010-11-28T00:09:00.000-08:00

Drunk Sonnet #17

2010-11-25T01:17:00.001-08:00

Calling it quits with this.
I'm out!

Drunk Sonnet #17 from Lush For Life on Vimeo.

Killer Queen

2010-11-24T11:18:00.000-08:00

11/24/91

race riot at the funeral parlor

2010-11-22T07:50:00.000-08:00

self-destructive cannibalism never looked this good.

.

maybe

2010-11-16T14:00:00.001-08:00

current digs

2010-11-10T18:51:00.001-08:00

sex, style, subversion

2010-11-09T07:21:00.000-08:00

ziggy stardust memories

2010-11-08T17:16:00.000-08:00

maybe it's that simple

it was not enough

2010-11-05T12:46:00.001-07:00

our current disposition

2010-11-04T09:22:00.000-07:00

unfortunate

2010-11-03T07:39:00.001-07:00

without a doubt, one of the most progressive figures in Congress. just check out his track record!

well, at least Kucinich is still in office.

who needs the horoscopes when you have the funny pages

2010-11-02T13:40:00.001-07:00

life's rich pageant

2010-11-01T15:38:00.000-07:00

everyday is a different story

2010-10-28T09:10:00.000-07:00

the assassination of sam cooke

2010-10-27T12:18:00.000-07:00

sometimes it's nice to wake up in your old neighborhood.

Our love will look good on paper

2010-10-26T18:40:00.000-07:00

Yearning for discourse in the late hours of the night while pinned down at the office:

Blind fold me, tie me to the lamp post outside, read to me a little bit of Faust, and tell me everything will be ok.

You're next, Chet Pomeroy!

Get gratuitous!

I'm Your Man

2010-10-20T16:27:00.000-07:00

so i spent my final day in the land formerly known as the cccp rubbernecking women that you may only find in the september issue of gq, hustling up gifts for loved ones in the united states of christine o'donnell, and haggling with scalpers who spoke broken english for a leonard cohen ticket.

suffice it to say, it was a success:

the show started at seven (no ifs, ands, or buts!) had we known this, d to the p and i would've waited a bit earlier so we wouldn't have had to endure this line.

the entrance to the kremlin:

sadly, i missed him performing "Dance With Me to the End of Love" and "The Future" and I was just beginning to sit down as he was midway through "Bird On A Wire." thankfully, oh so thankfully, he played some of his best work from his extensive catalogue after the first intermission. Songs like "Chelsea Hotel #2", "Tower of Song", "So Long Marianne", "Hallelujah", and "I'm Your Man", were performed with not a hint of lethargy from this mid-seventies songwriter.

back in the states, dropping some massive love and stink bombs!

the crew

2010-10-11T13:23:00.000-07:00

germany/russia pfizer (team 2):

linda:

(fixer/translator/speaker-of-what-is-on-her-mind)
quote: "Oh, cute boy Julian! Don't go whoopsy poopsy now! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

bjorg:

(driver/chauffeur/imbiber of cheap german beer)

fyodor:

(fixer/translator/runner-up for the liam gallagher look-a-like contest)
quote: (*walking out of my hotel room with two pelican cases, a production book, and a bottle of vodka* "hmmmmmmmm, now there is a nice set up!")

mikhail:

(translator/artist/a maven of russian monastery history)
quote: "bill, are you going anywhere? no? good! please explain to me the english dialect in great detail!"

elian:

(driver/professional sleeper)

bill:

(director of photographer/notre dame football fan)
quote: "maybe you shouldn't drink half a bottle of vodka on an empty stomach!"

sarah:

(producer/director/guru/muse/lush)
quote: "he wasn't even discreet when he asked me! he was like, 'so sarah, how do women have sex with one another?'"

julian:

(producer/director/editor/pa/lover of life/lush)
quote: *while inside of dairy farm "i can totally cut a fart here, and no one would ever know it was me!

now it's back in the u.s. of a, cycling through the entire leonard cohen catalogue.

there ain't no cure for love.

*this was quoted in my head. at no point was this quote directed at any person at any point in time

john lennon's tomb

2010-10-06T16:16:00.000-07:00

tomorrow i will wake up roughly a half a mile away from red square without a care in the world.
we wrapped up shooting today.
no more 4:30 wake-up calls.
no longer will i have to endure the putrid smell of cow shit and tinkle.

first we take germany, then we'll take russia.
check.
now i must take on mr. leonard cohen at the kremlin theatre tomorrow night.

til we meet again.

2010-10-05T15:05:00.000-07:00

when in rome:

with you gone, d to the p drank for three:

it's cool though, you can totally drink here.
happy hour was in the production van this time.

more to cum.

tales from the Silent Revolution

2010-10-04T13:27:00.000-07:00

apparently our translator, Mikhail, coined the term "Silent Revolution" when the Soviet Union was on the cusp of going westway to the world.

meet Mikhail:

people sit around and stare at water here, because they wait for twenty-something art fags to snap pics:

so dig this shit, Liam Gallagher is laying low and decided to take up work as a Russian fixer for documentary crews that come through the area:

this is sarah. she has an album coming out on Touch and Go. here's her album cover:

suffice it to say, rural russia is roughly a several decades behind the times. think borat without the satire.
but at least they are up-to-date with pop music:

more to cum!
i promise.

shit is alive.
and i'm not just talking about watching cows shitting every five minutes and getting loaded on horrific vodka.

free hangovers at red square

2010-10-02T14:40:00.000-07:00

so the 2 live crew and i were fretting about getting our gear into russia, but low and behold we found ourselves throwing back russia's finest subpar vodka at $10 a shot at the hotel bar within an hour of our arrival into the country.
putin's grimace appears to be plastered on to every single government agency employee.
even when flashing that work of art i call a passport, not a single smirk.

but the women here. . . . . . .
oh me, oh my!
i believe a majority of the women here are contracted by dior.

honeymoon pose:

not sure who this guy is. probably some local worth checking out:

doing it all for the nookie:

kinda got in the mood to play some tetris:

a famous russian cowboy:

let's move.
let's walk.
better yet, let's run.
you and me.
fast.
faster.
it'll hurt, but let's go with it.

"fleeing from the valley of whirling daggers"
once it hits the 3:20 mark, just go!

there's that analogy about the shark, right?
about it moving forward or it'll get harpooned by a samoli pirate if it fucks around with the dolphins.

but there is no there.
if we have to start, if we have to put a beginning on things, let's start here:

absinthe

2010-09-30T17:10:00.001-07:00

we've been bumming around Marurb throwing back red label and Absinthe in dire need of some green thunder.

whatever dude, this town isn't Disney Land.

Sarah Klein, you are amazing!

more to cum

a lesson in the lives we lived before

2010-09-29T14:04:00.000-07:00

2008:

2010:

guten morgen kraftwerk weinerschnitzel-day one

2010-09-28T17:28:00.000-07:00

alright dudes,

so our d.p. (bill, short for el donko of puncherello) and i dip out of the states without any hub bub.
i flash everyone my passport, which may very well trump my driver's license in terms of government issued photo ids, to an assortment of reactions:
"VUT? Zey let yoo take zees? NO! NO NO NO! I VUD DENT LET DIS HAPPEN!" (Air India ticket broker)
"HAHAHAHA, ahhhhh shit! Hey Tina! Git a load uh dis!" (baggage handler)
"Mmmmmmmm, varrry gooood!" *mumbles something in German to his co-worker* (customs officer of Germany)

Admire it for yourself:

so we board our flight around three fifteen, roughly forty-five minutes before our flight is to take off. ten minutes before our flight is scheduled to take off, some indian geezer falls into a cardiac arrest that is ten rows behind us. el donko and i have no clue that this is going on until we see several members of the flight crew charging down the aisles.

half an hour later, ambulances and fire engines pull up on to the tarmac.
paramedics are telling the rubberneckers to sit down and chill the fuck out.
i switch off between flipping through my Harper's (which i finally fucking received in the mail a week prior) and shattering new records on kagloom.

they wheel the poor dude right past me after he had a short battle with the paramedic's defibrillator. a large tube was running out of his mouth as he was wheeled past me making a heavy gurgling sound from his mouth.

twenty minutes later, our white swan takes flight and we are Deutschland bound.

upon our arrival, we make our way through the passport check, grab our gear and luggage, and make our way to our head producer, sarah, and our translator/fixer, linda. all is running smoothly until we make our way out of the airport.

as we proceed to walk out of the baggage claim area, a few eyebrows are raised at el donko's tripod case.
"Es dis a veapon?"
"No, it's a tripod." el donko pulls his massive manfrotto 542 out to verify.
here's where we may have gone wrong. i pull out the documentation from our carnet service showing that we have permission to bring our gear in.
the amiable young german gentlemen guides to the customs office and says that we are to show our documentation there.

we arrive in customs. essentially, the lady behind the counter informed us that the carnet information was useless because we didn't have our documentation stamped by customs. long story short, our producer sarah and i are in a mad hustle to scrounge up 5238 euros as a security deposit for a temporary european customs stamp.

on top of not having slept for over a day (where prior to that i had mustered up a measly four hours of sleep after cutting rugs at berlin and the continental with the roommate steph and imbibing our fair share of johnny walker), the stress exacerbated how exhausted i really was. once we came up with the 5200 euros, we found our way to limburg where the crew and i checked in to a four-star hotel in a thousand year old village east of frankfurt. we would then make our way to a cozy german restaurant where i noshed on some vegetarian noodle dish smothered in german cheese while imbibing a fair share of heiferweizen dunkel.

decompressing on german suds will lead to a very tranquil slumber.

our next day would find us here:

filming these things:

more to cum!

hopes for a better tomorrow

2010-09-10T15:31:00.000-07:00

They Threw Us All in a Ditch and Put a Monument on Top

2010-08-04T14:47:00.000-07:00

this is summer

2010-07-07T09:22:00.001-07:00

The Charm of 5:30 by David Berman

It's too nice a day to read a novel set in England.

We're within inches of the perfect distance from the sun,
the sky is blueberries and cream,
and the wind is as warm as air from a tire.
Even the headstones in the graveyard
Seem to stand up and say "Hello! My name is..."

It's enough to be sitting here on my porch,
thinking about Kermit Roosevelt,
following the course of an ant,
or walking out into the yard with a cordless phone
to find out she is going to be there tonight

On a day like today, what looks like bad news in the distance
turns out to be something on my contact, carports and white
courtesy phones are spontaneously reappreciated
and random "okay"s ring through the backyards.

This morning I discovered the red tints in cola
when I held a glass of it up to the light
and found an expensive flashlight in the pocket of a winter coat
I was packing away for summer.

It all reminds me of that moment when you take off your sunglasses
after a long drive and realize it's earlier
and lighter out than you had accounted for.

You know what I'm talking about,

and that's the kind of fellowship that's taking place in town, out in
the public spaces. You won't overhear anyone using the words
"dramaturgy" or "state inspection today. We're too busy getting along.

It occurs to me that the laws are in the regions and the regions are
in the laws, and it feels good to say this, something that I'm almost
sure is true, outside under the sun.

Then to say it again, around friends, in the resonant voice of a
nineteenth-century senator, just for a lark.

There's a shy looking fellow on the courthouse steps, holding up a
placard that says "But, I kinda liked Reagan." His head turns slowly
as a beautiful girl walks by, holding a refrigerated bottle up against
her flushed cheek.

She smiles at me and I allow myself to imagine her walking into
town to buy lotion at a brick pharmacy.
When she gets home she'll apply it with great lingering care before
moving into her parlor to play 78 records and drink gin-and-tonics
beside her homemade altar to James Madison.

In a town of this size, it's certainly possible that I'll be invited over
one night.

In fact I'll bet you something.

Somewhere in the future I am remembering today. I'll bet you
I'm remembering how I walked into the park at five thirty,
my favorite time of day, and how I found two cold pitchers
of just poured beer, sitting there on the bench.

I am remembering how my friend Chip showed up
with a catcher's mask hanging from his belt and how I said

great to see you, sit down, have a beer, how are you,
and how he turned to me with the sunset reflecting off his contacts
and said, wonderful, how are you.

stuck in the womb

2010-07-01T09:24:00.000-07:00

amos goldbaum

2010-05-19T13:31:00.000-07:00

http://www.amosgoldbaum.com/

i've been dreaming, again (pt. 1)

2010-05-04T15:00:00.000-07:00

there is no there

2010-05-01T18:50:00.000-07:00

the fundamental human need to talk

2010-04-29T14:28:00.000-07:00

http://films.nfb.ca/capturing-reality/#/107/

i love you is just another way of saying i will always hold your hair back

2010-03-11T13:58:00.000-08:00

mess with the bull, ya get the horns!

2010-03-04T07:46:00.001-08:00

my new record label: refractory period records

2010-02-24T15:06:00.000-08:00

drunk sonnet #26

2010-02-24T07:19:00.000-08:00

drunk sonnet #26 from Lush For Life on Vimeo.

drunk sonnet #45

2010-02-19T08:48:00.000-08:00

drunk sonnet #45 from Lush For Life on Vimeo.

(de-interlaced this time!)

what are you listening to?

2010-02-18T13:57:00.000-08:00

me?

drunk sonnets #16

2010-02-06T19:46:00.000-08:00

drunk sonnet #16 from Lush For Life on Vimeo.

drunk sonnets #27 & #45

2010-02-01T12:36:00.000-08:00

drunk sonnet #27 from Lush For Life on Vimeo.

drunk sonnet #45 from Lush For Life on Vimeo.

drunk sonnet #10

2010-01-29T20:18:00.000-08:00

drunk sonnet #10 from Lush For Life on Vimeo.

NO RULES THURSDAYS!

2010-01-28T09:55:00.000-08:00

(in loving memory of the Transpanther House!)

get over yourself for a second . . .

2010-01-24T00:12:00.000-08:00

. . . and take your pick!

day #94

2010-01-14T15:10:00.000-08:00

the current state of direction. . . .

2010-01-13T10:47:00.000-08:00

drunk sonnets #53

2010-01-11T09:35:00.001-08:00

drunk sonnet #53 from Julian Dalrymple on Vimeo.

drunk sonnets series (#8, #18, #14)

2010-01-03T09:41:00.000-08:00

drunk sonnet #8 from Julian Dalrymple on Vimeo.

#18

Drunk Sonnet #18 from Julian Dalrymple on Vimeo.

#14

Drunk Sonnet #14 from Julian Dalrymple on Vimeo.

come blow us, ohio

2010-01-02T21:15:00.000-08:00

(timing has never been my thing.)

al jarnow

2009-12-24T09:52:00.000-08:00

http://numerogroup.com/bythenumbers.php

a cascade of ivy to wash away the doldrums of winter

2009-12-14T13:16:00.000-08:00

keep drowning!

Do You Love Me, Jamie Stewart?

2009-12-10T12:13:00.000-08:00

pure (segmentation of 100 days)

2009-12-06T01:23:00.000-08:00

Ivan Meets G.I. Joe

2009-12-06T00:51:00.000-08:00

the death of leslie nielsen

2009-12-06T00:26:00.000-08:00

2009-12-06T00:17:00.000-08:00