25.4.10

Run for the Border (¡Apurate!)

"Run for the Border (¡Apurate!)"

look, I may look like a messican
but really, I'm not (scout's honor)
so before you go doing shit like
passing laws to fortify erect walls,
remember: you're only encouraging carlos mencia to steal more material from Jewish-American comedians
shame on you all
&&SG

15.4.10

Trannies on Parade

I drew this on the back of an envelope (it is a bill, unopened). The title is "Trannies on Parade." As you can see, I am not an illustrator. If you asked me the impetus for this insult to art in ink which was cobbled up in mere seconds, I would have to answer that trannies of all shape and sort fascinate me. They are interesting and compelling for various reasons that shall not be catalogued here.


These are stick-figure trannies with no clothes (save a hat on one of them), noticeable deformations, and no variegation save penis size/shape and the fact that one is prostrate (and one is wearing a hat). Two are pissing/cumming, their bodily fluids seemingly defying laws of gravity and physics and who knows what else.

To some, this may be tasteless, even offensive. I'm fairly positive most will never see this, but fuck you all just in case. You are the most joyless, humorless people in existence, and you make the world a horrifying place to live in. You'd rather sit on your ass and choose to be offended by what other people do instead of taking one minute to create something beautiful, and that is what makes you sad, empty, boring, and annoying.

To everyone else:

The opening bid on this piece is a bottle of low-end brandy. I like Christian Brothers. I think you can get 750ml for less than $10 these days. However, I'll gladly give it to you if you promise to frame it and hang it in your living room for all to see.

4.4.10

Some Books I Own.

"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery."
A while back, writer Steve Finbow posted a link on his Twitter to Lookshelves, a website dedicated to people's bookshelves. Finbow's is tidy, but as you'll see, mine is a disorganized clusterfuck of various tomes and lexicons. This is partly because mine isn't a bookshelf. It's a desk.

So, I will not answer any questions, I will merely volunteer information that no one gives a shit about.


There are four Will Self books and two Elmore Leonard books in this photo. I've read Love of Worker Bees by Alexandra Kollontai three times. My favorite play out of the seven Ionesco's seen here is The New Tenant. James Joyce, Hanif Kureishi, Eric Bogosian, HG Wells, William S. Burroughs, and Rétif de la Bretonne all have books here.



Houellebecq's Possibility of an Island is a British hardback edition. I think I got it for $6 at Half-Price. There's more Elmore Leonard here, some film related books; Four Stories by Ingmar Bergman and Rebel Without a Crew by Robert Rodriguez. There is a Border's Twain anthology here, Goodbye, Columbus and Patrimony by Philip Roth, an Oxford Pocket Dictionary, Troubled Sleep by Jean-Paul Sartre and some essays by Albert Camus. Also, note: Graphic Novels Pussey! and David Boring by Daniel Clowes.



The 501 Spanish Verbs has been very used. It was irreparably damaged in my relocation. The thickest of all the books in this photo is an anthology of Twain that is much more complete than the Border's version. Complete versions of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court can be found betwixt its covers. Also here, some college notebooks and a Spanish dictonary, also worn from usage.



Closeup here... My Idea of Fun, Cock & Bull, and How The Dead Live by Will Self. The Body by Hanif Kureishi, the man who wrote the screenplay for My Beautiful Laundrette.



Whores for Gloria and The Atlas by William T. Vollmann are here. Poetry by E.E.Cummings and Ezra Pound. Plays by Oscar Wilde (The Importance of Being Earnest/A Woman of No Importance) and David Ives (All in the Timing) and Eric Bogosian (Sex, Drugs & Rock N Roll). Fuddy Meers (Samuel French playscript w/my hand-written lighting cues) by David Lindsay-Abaire. Books by H.G Wells and an Irish comedian/actor (Ardal O'Hanlon) are also in this picture.


Recently added: Dorian: An Imitation, The Sweet Smell of Psychosis, and Psychogeography by Will Self, and Ablutions by Patrick deWitt. Two of which have been reviewed on this site. Also missing from these photos is God Hates Us All, which I lent to Adam Strange, and was subsequently stolen from him along with his faux leather jacket. At one point he also borrowed Panegyric by Guy Debord, which was not stolen. Hmm, I wonder.