no way.

this is what lauren's vegetable drawer in the refrigerator looks like. notice the bag of liquid lettuce.

silly pink bunnies.

so, a friend shared with me the works of a group of artists known as Gelitin. I was interested in a giant-sized knit and stuffed pink bunny plopped down in the middle of the Italian Alps. It is so large that google maps has it documented from outerspace.






After sharing these images with another friend, we soon realized that pink bunnies are everywhere.

. silly pink bunnies.
. the energizer bunny.
. the boy dressed as a pink bunny in Gummo.
. the easter bunny.
. pink bunny peeps (sugary candy marshmallows).
. the playboy bunny silhouette (sometimes in pink glitter on black hotpants.)
. pink rabbit (the name of a crazy looking dildo.)
. oh, and this girl:

Now I am most curious, what does the pink bunny symbolize? All that I can gather so far is that the pink bunny is connected to sexuality, fertility (one doe can produce 42 young a year), excess, Jesus's second coming, and possibly Lewis Carroll's "down the rabbit-hole" syndrome (connecting to Freudian dream-states). If you have any more ideas, let me know.

randomness from los angeles. 4/17-21.

(Johanna Went - track 16 gallery)



(melt banana at the troubadour)

spoiled mattress and the springs.

well, they played at Edinburgh Castle tonight, and I was impressed in a way that I am not normally, i mean, it was definite Camp, and Susan Sontag has said she does not believe that Camp taste can be applicable to music, more specifically jazz, but this band is the closest Camp musical talent to come to earth, thus far. This is the run down, three guys, one looks like a Hanson brother, another, by the name of Avishai is obviously a jew boy, but is like a hot Israelite, no jesus or nothin, but some elvis hair gel, oh, and this guy on the saxophone, who looked as though he was well read, only for the simple reason he wore glasses and a tight vest (the kind you would wear when serving cabernet sauvignon to Al Gore on his birthday). The drummer is almost always too slow, the keyboard and saxophonist play the same notes, and a glimpse of bar mitzvah boys celebrating their coming of age comes to mind. I was immediately reminded of the jew boy garage band, which included a clarinetist, in Welcome to the Dollhouse. super enthusiastic chinsy glitter fabric and tinker toy mariachi shakers. Also, Lauren grabbed the mic out of the saxophonist's hand (i think his name is matthew) and she started to rap about her mother. she thought he insulted her when he said that her rapping style reminded him of the creative growth kids who jammed with them in berkeley earlier today. i told her this was not so, and she winked at my foot.

ice-cold nugrape.

it was an accident, but i'm pretty sure there are people out there who make sure they color coordinate the food they eat.

indigenous murder cloth.

friday morning i woke up at the time i'm supposed to leave my apartment to get to work on time (8am). upon stumbling out my front door, i caught a glimpse of a tangled mess.