I know I was born in the wrong era. This book is just more proof that my life would have been 1000 times better if I lived in a glass bubble in the woods eating acid all day. Spaced Out: Radical Environments Of The Psychedelic Sixties is a book that shows some of the insanely cool living arrangements that were apparently very popular in the sixties, mainly because everybody was on acid and didn’t know if they were living in a rubber pyramid, or on the petal of a daisy stuck firmly in the ear of a naked elf. Either way, if I had a time machine, you can bet I’d be sitting Indian style, eating a mushroom quesadilla on the floor of a teepee in the hills of San Fransisco right now!

Now that gay marriage is legal in California, I’ve decided to go ahead and get a minister’s license and open up shop! I actually got my license for my friend’s wedding, but I’ve decided to reach out to the gay community and offer my services. If you’re looking for a minister who will take hold your wedding vows in the highest regard, but also have fun with it and keep everybody entertained, hit me up. Serious inquiries only. Oh, I’m not gay, but I am a huge fan of Queen, Rufus Wainwright, and The Communards—so I am a huge supporter! Lets get married! Lets Party! Email me for a quote and/or references.

Tokyo Police Club is a pretty decent indie-rock outfit that has made some great music. The Rentals had one really good album that had one really amazing song on it called “Friends Of P” God damn, that song was great. Why are the two connected you ask—well, TPC has just released a wonderful cover of “Friends Of P”, and they’re doing for it for a good cause, Lupus.

Lupus is an autoimmune disease that can affect various parts of the body, including the skin, joints, heart, lungs, blood, kidneys and brain. Normally the body’s immune system makes proteins called antibodies, to protect the body against viruses, bacteria, and other foreign materials. These foreign materials are called antigens.

So from what I gather, Lupus really really sucks and we need to help raise money and awareness to fight a disease that’s already affecting over 2 million Americans. Go listen to the damn song and buy a bag or something! Stop sitting there on you rcomputer jacking off when you could be saving lives! Thank you. Now you can go back to youporn.com

The two reasons I purchased a Sonic Youth beach towel are:

1. I love Sonic Youth

2. I’m a total groupie idiot.

This story caused me some serious inner turmoil. As an expectant father of a baby boy, it’s disgusting to think this type of shit happens on the daily. As a once-pre-pubescent teenage boy, I curse the earth and sky for this happening and me not being there.
Anyway, this is what is being reported, (by cbs3 in Ower Makefield, Pa.). And please don’t think I condone this type of behavior, I might just be a little bit jealous. Oh, and the names of the moms are so porno already that it’s pretty damn ironic (come on, 
 Angela Honeycutt and Lynne Long, i guess the names Titney Speares and Brenda Bang were already taken), and I bet these two ladies are into some crazy shit, not just statutory rape.

“Police said two Bucks County moms have been charged after a sleepover involving six teenage boys took an alleged illegal sexual turn. 
 Angela Honeycutt, 38, and Lynne Long, 45, are facing numerous charges after a series of alleged incidents on April 14.
 Authorities said the teens, ages 14 to 16, were attending a sleepover at Long’s Lower Makefield home when Honeycutt, a mother of two young children, allegedly had sex with a 14-year-old and performed sex acts with a 15-year-old. Long allegedly watched, listened and instructed the teens not to say anything.
In addition to the alleged sexual assault, detectives said Honeycutt exposed her breasts to the teens; open-mouth kissed some of the minors, entered a shower with a juvenile and engaged conversation of a sexual nature.
Authorities learned of the alleged sexual sleepover when one of the boys involved told his parents, who then went police.”

The sad thing is that these young boys’ sexual expectations are going to be way to high now. Just so they know, this shit doesn’t happen in the real world, I’ve never even heard of a sleepover orgy with multiple cougars, but then again, maybe I’m hanging out at the wrong slumber parties.

To celebrate the DVD release of Joy Division’s new documentary film, Peter Saville (the art director behind Joy Division’s graphic look and feel) has teamed up with Microsoft’s Zune to create the Limited Edition Joy Division 80G Zune Player. The Zune is a pretty awesome little machine that not only plays music, but also plays movies, radio, has wireless sharing, and a 3.2 inch widescreen—it’s aptly nicknamed, the “Pod killer”. This particular Zune is an über-collector’s item with the iconic Joy Division album artwork from Unknown Pleasures etched on the back. Only 500 of these gems were made, so good luck finding one. If you are one of the lucky 500 Joy Division fans/collector’s that get your mitts on one, you should listen to these three Joy Division songs in order, just because I say so: “Means To An End”, “Twenty Four Hours”, and Something Must Break”. If you really want to get weird, throw Grace Jones’ cover of “She’s Lost Control” in the mix, and dance like Ian would. $400 @ Zune.net

My good friends over at Brixton are doing things right. They make a high quality product that’s ahead of the cool-curve and they’ve cornered an untouched market of hipster headwear. I love these guys, and I while it would be easy for me to get bitter and hate on them because they’re whipping a horses ass with a belt, I can’t do that, because I am a man who believes that good things happen to good people, and the people at Brixton are good people indeed. I am not afraid to admit that from time to time, I can be found with my face buried deep in the pages of a People magazine. Like most people, I can’t get enough of that crap. Anyway, yes I’m a kook who likes People and Us Weekly, but self-deprecation is not the point here. The point here, is that in last weeks issue of People, the magazine did a “Father’s Day Gift Guide”, in the section labeled, “Cool Dad”, the hand picked the Brixton Drifter hat and basically told 3 million People Magazine readers that Brixton is cool—couple that with the fact that Robustflavor.com has also picked up Brixton as a favorite, and you’ve pretty much got a winner right there. Go buy a Brixton hat, the hipster messiah tells you to abide, and you will.

I stopped watching the Bachelor a while back when that dipshit Firestone ruined himself and his family name (god, he was a boring subject), and I never thought I would watch this bullshit again, that is until I met DeAnna and her band of sensitive, frat-boy, jocko-homo’s, that make this season’s Bachelorette the best show ever. These pathetic male groupies make themselves look so ridiculous, that I feel sorry for them. Can you imagine sitting around with ten dudes all dating the same girl talking about who has had the most “face time” and what guy has the best “connection”? Shit, the fact that any of these helpless thirty-something’s use the word “journey” to describe a three-week stint on a reality show is enough to throw my television and my own brain into a pit of spikes shat upon by aids ridden Hell’s Angels.
I am a huge fan, Howard Stern is a huge fan, my wife is a fan, my dog is a fan (she’s a Maltese named Josie and she thinks Graham is gonna win).
The fact that the Bachelorette herself looks about a week away from being a Del Mar cougar (Del Mar, California—check out The Poseidon and Red Tracton’s on Thursdays and Fridays to see some “real” cougars for yourself) tells me that the guys n the show are looking forward to loosing early, and getting laid nightly in the bars of their respective hometowns—good for you guys!

We all know gas prices are worse than a fish hook to the penis tip on a Tuesday. That’s why we should all be living close to our place of business, biking or walking to work, and waking up every day in a god damn fantasy world wondering why everybody is complaining about gas prices. The bottom line here is that 87% of us are screwed and we have to drive at least ten freeway miles to work and back. If we didn’t, and if we all lived the dream, we’d all be driving solar powered golf carts to work. Here’s the lowdown from one of the most decedent and consumeristic (I made that word up) website/airplane magazine store on Earth, Hammacher Schlemmer—I love this store!

Here’s what Hamacher.com has to say …

“This is the electric golf cart that has an array of 72 photovoltaic cells built into the roof that collect solar energy, providing up to 33% more range between recharges than non-solar electric golf carts. The carts 160-watt array produces up to three amps per hour for its 48-volt rechargeable battery system, providing a range of up to 49 miles approximately 10 rounds of golf before requiring a full recharge (overnight via its 6′ long AC adapter; 15 hours via its solar array). The array also extends the life of the battery system by 60% more than other electric golf carts. Its 5 1/2-hp electric motor and 19-spline rear axle provides a maximum speed of 24 MPH and is powerful enough to enable the cart to climb a 28 incline when fully loaded with two passengers and golf bags, supporting up to 755 lbs.”
If you have the life that lends itself to the use of a solar powered golf cart, you’re either old and amazing, or young and lucky as hell, and either way, I wish you the best.

It’s hard to be subjective when one of your best friends shows their art. I knew I would like Thomas’ work, because I’ve been a fan of his art since day one (a decade and a half a go). Thomas was asked by the Crossing Tracks Gallery in San Diego to do a solo show. He accepted, and spent about a month or so digging deep into his mind and battling stress, expectations, worry, frustration, and in the end, glory. Thomas Johnson’s work was surprising and deeply engaging. Thomas has always been infatuated with World War 2 (his brother, him, and his dad have built countless models of tanks and other WW2 vehicles). Measure/Counter Measure is a study of both the emotions, and the day-to-day minutia that went along with life on the front lines. Using prints of his grandfather’s World War 2 photographs captioned with his own studied penmanship and observations, Thomas captures a feeling and a emotion that pulls you in to each photo, and makes you think of each moment as if you were there. I don’t know what “real” art critics say after these kind of shows, but all I can say is bravo, bravo Thomas. I’m very proud to be your friend and a definite fan of your work.