the answer

die antwoord is a south african rap-rave group that describes themselves as "a lovable mongrel-like entity made in south africa, the love-child of many diverse cultures, black, white, coloured and alien, all pumped into one wild and crazy journey down the crooked path to enlightenment".

"die antwoord" is south african for "the answer" and consists of ninja (if brad pitt from snatch was vinnie jones says my friend spencer), my newest girl crush, yo-landi vi$$er,and dj hi-tek, a big guy who stands around.

get ready to have your mind blown...(thanks luis)

zef side


enter the ninja

little boots i ♥ you

hot chip cover


recent gig with jools holland

last nights fucking party.

after banging out an assignment due, i headed to love to meet up with erock for roctakon's birthday party. stepping outside, some guy was leaving the bodega and offered to share his cab. it was raining so what the hell. the minute i got in i regretted it. it smelled like ass so bad that the dude started berating the cab driver with some "my man you can't be dropping gas when you got clients in your car" shit. i personally think it was his cousin who was squished between us. made some idle conversation in the cab and when it was his time to go, things got awkward and i ended up with an imaginary boyfriend waiting for me at love. never been there before, and it was all i had expected and then some. mike kinda freaked me out when he smiled at me from under the black light lit entrance. ran into nick hook, lloyd, oj, lorraine, fancy, and frog. didn't so much run into frog as get dance raped by him. it was an unpleasant sight for all those in attendance i'm sure. sadly my paper ran way late, so i didn't get out of the house until 2 and at that point, all the old dudes had dipped out from love and i was left with the strainer.

apparently frog wiled out and beat it back to philly. i was left to my own devices of watching douchebag kids probably from the hollerboard steal some chick biker's 90 dollar krypto lock. then when another biker came in, one kid in flannel starting shit with the "old hippie who should go home and smoke his pot". if you can't even come up with anything insulting, go home and get something.

finally a little after four, we broke out and headed back to mine/erock's neighborhood. i took advantage of erock walking me home and stopped by the local chinese hispanic grocery. that's what it's call for real. some dude was getting into some shit with another dude and the old lady who runs the joint was apparently one of those dudes' moms. they spent a good 10 minutes arguing and finally stepping outside with the mother yapping her mouth off in fast spanish. erock wouldn't translate for me, so sadly i can't tell you what they said.

shit was bananas last nite. i need to start walking around with a videotape. and a spanish translator.

epic gym party

treasure fingers and the cast of spiegelworld have teamed with crunch gym at 404 lafayette for an epic party. open bar and hors d'oeuvres served from 8 til 11pm. Finger on the pulse makes an appearance too.

rsvp at rsvp@crunch.com

girl crush: kesh

meet kesh, dj/nightlife queen/fashion designer extraordinaire! girl is amazing, looks amazing, and sounds amazing (i'm a sucker for brit accents).



you can read her blog here.

this friday, she's having a fashion show on friday, after party with your favorite sweatshop djs, lucas and johnsville.


rsvp at rsvp@lolagrand.com

free girl talk

i dl-ed the new album today. they would like a donation of 5, 10, or more at their myspace page, but i think it's not actually necessary. hence me posting this under "free girl talk". i'm pretty sure all you have to do is follow the prompts to pay and then click dl full files. ten gets you the actual cd.

i still paid 10 for it - 13 if you include the shipping. i want the real thing. i'm greedy like that.

mermaid parade 2008

the dirty jerz and friday the 13th

i took a couple days off and went to jersey wednesday nite. i get a little crazy there.


only in new jersey can you get your pants hemmed AND purchase all the elvis paraphernalia your heart desires.


my mom has somehow managed to figure out how to send e-mails via her blackberry for work. i don't know how, since i showed her just last nite how to view all the channels on her digital cable (you press the large IO button in the middle of the remote which prompts you to a menu screen). if you squint, you can see it says, "it is very impotent to send tommorrow". when i informed her that the word impotent means "your dick doesn't work", she replied, "oh it's a good thing i was going to send that to china. chinese people don't understand what that word means".


meet my new dr, dr panah (on the right, perturbed mother on the left)! she speaks with a real heavy accent and wears tinted glasses. i fucking love her.


and i fucking loved her gold shoes. i tried as surreptitiously as possible to take shots of her. i haven't figured out how to shut off the stupid camera noise my phone makes, so i had to conceal it with a hacking cough.


i returned from my jersey exploits today in time for friday the 13th tattoos at daredevil. monika and sam have been getting them for years. this marks my second. basically, on all friday the 13ths of the year, daredevil has a special where you pay $20 ($13 for the tattoo lucky $7 for the tip) and can pick a tattoo off a flash board. last year sneakers and i just waltzed right in. this year, people were waiting for six hours. suckers.


monika had had some drinks already.


they all biked here from bk. here's our family of bikes. my pink guy's all the way in the back.


it's willis and he has a raised fist.


me being artsy with my bb camera phone.


friday the 13th flash 2008. i got the peacock feather big steve style. which means that it's totally different from anyone else's. i win.


oh so since monika was drunk, they decided to bike to popeye's. sam requested a mardi gras cheesecake. apparently, everyone (meaning monika, cj, noah, sam, and some other biker dudes) all eat at popeye's and know that the mardi gras cheesecake only costs 1.19 and is in the bottom right hand corner of the menu. i was amazed that it comes in a sealed paper box and really has sprinkles on top just like the picture.


best tattoo ever. totally trumps 2 girls 1 cup. sam paul's back totally fucking rules.


made it in time to see clean teeth at fontana's. i really liked them.


best pick up line tonite: "do you have a kleenex?" which turned into him saying i was a huge cokehead and me yelling fuck you and flipping him off.

study break

i'm taking a study break from math.

sesame street - orange singing carmen


sesame street - phillip glass


really rosie - pierre


really rosie - one was johnny


and now i've resorted to watching mathnet episodes.

nuttin but stringz

to think, my sisters and i could have been "nuttin but asianz".

true story. my moms wanted my sisters and i to perform in the subway station when i was younger. marie on viola, me on cello, stephanie on flute, and her singing.

fuerza bruta

translates directly into "brute force". more details on their website.

i'd really like to see this.

money shot

me and my clever double entendres.

ok, ok i'm done. for now.

i went to south street seaport (pier 17 to be more precise) to catch die!die!die!'s free show with wire. i had never seen wire before. they're like 60 year old brit rockers. i really liked them.


die!die!die!:


my friend lachlan:


it was my friend flea's birthday the other day. she had the party at good old stanton public. i went home early because i wasn't feeling so hot. but i hear that i missed some really splendid performances.


it was also sinead's porn premier party at home sweet home. djs were the sweatshop labor


ariel and sinead giving some gratuitous girl on girl:


awwwwwww, this man gives the best hugs:


i can't remember why, but sinead was really creeped out here:


nikola and i went together. usually, he's the paler of us two.


i came home that nite to find this by my front door. big surprise. asian porn in chinatown.


dirty on purpose performing at the rooftop film festival on grand and essex a few nites ago. can you believe it ali? after all these years.


today is a new day.

after my shoot with mr. hochbaum, deidre and i hit up kenka's on saint marks. she's never been, but was pleasantly surprised by the bear (it's a fucking raccoon dog) with the beady red eyes. yes. that says rape blossoms.


here, i'm being caught off guard and blinded. i was too exhausted to fully comprehend the concept of a camera being shoved point blank in my face. ta-da! grouchy bear.

fuck the fakes

santogold - l.e.s. artistes


this is helping me get through to-day.

i miss you c.m.

team facelift

even if you don't know these guys, you would also be hysterically laughing out loud by yourself.

fat jew at the mets game


team facelift rapes college campuses

dream big, dream free

louisahhhhhhhhhhh's coming home ladies and gents. for two fucking killer weeks.



shit is going to be epic, because i'm going to be out. celererbrating her triumphant return.

star wars for the deaf

really. you're going to want to be deaf before watching this.

waste 12 minutes here

Kings Of Power 4 Billion % - Paul Robertson Films -

EPIC DANCE PARTY

macbeth: the opera

nikki got me tickets for my birthday. i wore my "special occasion shoes". special occasion indeed, if you couldn't tell from the way my hot date was dressed!

i love you nikki sneakers for the best birthday present ever.