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for jess.
tina, julia, jess, wayne and i go sing karaoke at sing sing st. marks. we’re all redheads :

alas a non-photo post today, as i sit here typing on an archaic, hand-me-down compaq without adobe creative suite in jess’ kitchen. she’s getting dressed and singing ani difranco.
it’s summer friday’s at the ole’ office so i got out of work at 3 today. i was planning on posting something about witness relocation’s new show ‘vicious dogs on premises’ now in its last weekend at the ontological hysteric theatre. i saw this show last night because i’m a fan of the company and everyone that’s involved in it is a friend. it was awesome. it was kind of like an improv game peppered with sick, sick jokes and ridiculous dances. brilliance. the photos of the show from director dan safer’s facebook page are awesome - wish i could post one. (compaq, remmber?).
jess and i are going to park slope in a bit to see our friend andrew dinwiddie’s show ‘the accursed items’ at BAX.
our plan is to get some summer brew and drink it on the pulaski bridge before heading over. wish us luck.
it’s a lovely day. let’s keep it that way.
that’s a quote from this awesome band ‘poster children’ from seattle that i discovered in high school because their album cover looked cool.

last night - after the storm - jess and i got high and went to the gutter. we’d been there once before (the time jess got drunk and left her passport under a seat) and it was loads of fun. we ran into a girl that i went to ‘the senator matty feldman camp for multicultural diversity’ with in high school (for serious). she looked like she was on some kind of date with this girl who was chaperoning a corporate event for warner brothers. she got us some free drinks.
then laura (jess’ boo) showed up and we played two games.
the lesbians kicked my ass. my highest score was 70.
my aunt used to be a semi-pro bowler, and i would always try to emulate her style. you know, with the leg crossing behind you thing? well it didn’t work when i was 10, and it still doesn’t.
the best part about the gutter, imho, is the awesome graffiti inside the individual bathroom stalls. i saw one last night that said something to the effect of :
“i took it up the butt! - 4/19/06″
geniusness.

so i just recently worked on this amazing piece by kristina satter called, ‘the knockout blow.’ the above image is from a video i made for the piece featuring jess looking like a freak. this piece was fucking amazing (if i do say so myself). i should have posted about this four days ago to tell you all to come see it (’you all’ - who reads this anyway?) but alas i was too busy working on it.
aside from doing some crazy video (which i’ll hopefully be able to post on this site soon) i also wrote a bunch of songs from the amazingly ridiculous text that tina wrote. it was an utter joy. the score ended up being kind of soul-funk-jazz-musical theater-ass jams, and was received very well.
don’t feel bad if you missed it though, we’ll be back at the ontological hysteric theater in august, with some new songs and awse moves.
(btw, tina is a genius who uses words like “awse”)
the piece also featured eliza bent and julia sirna-frest - two kick ass performers with kick-ass pipes - and of course the ‘diminutive and charming’ jess barbagallo playing a fucking werewolf slut. how is this not the coolest thing in the world?! oh wait.. it is.

this is a photograph from cato, ny. it’s some wood chips on the ground in a park near the house my friend jess used to live in. i took this photo at a time in my life when i was just starting to get into design, and i’d photograph all kinds of textures and patterns around me to create some sort of catalog that i would be able to access later for reasons i had only a loose grasp on. right now this picture serves as my computer desktop background. some of the icons get lost in it, but it connects me to something nice and/or natural. maybe it’s the fact that it’s wood. maybe it’s the fact that it looks a little wet. maybe it’s the downward perspective that elevates me when i look at it. it definitely doesn’t remind me of cato, though. strange.