Best of oh nine in pictures pt.3

What I said in pt.2...

Best of oh nine in pictures pt.2

It's really annoying that you can't post more than 5 pics on a post. Or mabes you can. NERDS?

Best of oh nine in pictures

Mind you, my computer hard drive crashed with 5 days left of our March Euro-Russian tour so anything that happened before that, well it's not as if I can just remember it! Featured is some gems from Russia, China w/Deerhoof, mystical river spots, weird MFNW ad I didn't approve my fat face for, Tim cutting raw chicken with a dust mask(?), terrarium party, MRI, "birds that move" video shoot, steroid induced number 11 obsession/psychosis, other stuff...

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Rhiannon closely resembles this cat

Confusing pics from my life #12

Look at these stupid hipsters

I don't want to hear there new electro chill-wave project

good ol' Neil

Sometimes I'll just click on my own blog and look at it...

but nothing changes. As if something is going to happen without me actually making it happen. It's like opening the refrigerator and looking inside over and over again without putting any new food in.

The Bible

Don't read that book, this pretty much covers it.

This is what music is now, so I officially quit

I really like the part at 2:08 where he chokes the dancing 14yr old girl. THAT'S COOOOOLLL BRO!!!!!!

Free Tad you fucks! Also, b 2 squid cum...

and other magical mysteries you can find in lovely Arcata. That and a lot of pot bums.

PS- If you are in a band and you decide to play in Arcata despite me telling you not to (don't), DO NOT I repeat DO NOT play at the club Jambalaya. As if you need to be told not to play at a place called Jambalaya. Personally, I'm not even going to eat Jambalaya ever again (that's a food right?) those guys were the ULTIMATE creeps. Whatever.

I hate baseball, but this rules

11 11

Sooooooo, I have been having a ton of bizarro syncronicities happening lately (have I talked about this already?) not the least of which involves a frequent occurrences of the number eleven. It started about a month ago, I started to see it everywhere. Every time it seemed, I looked at the clock it would be 11 after, or 1:11, or 11:11, I looked at the Powerball sign to see the prize of 111 million, when we were driving down the coast I looked at the clock and it was 11:11 and then I immediately look out the window to see some road sign about some tunnel or something that says 11' 11". Oh yeah, I went to the produce store the other day and I get a bunch of veggies and whatever. A lot of bulk stuff that needed to be weighed. So of coarse, my total comes to $11.11. Well, that was fucked enough, but I work next door and get a 20 percent discount which brought my total to $9.89, so I gave her a twenty so my change was fucking $11.11 !!!!. All kinds of shit like this. So I researched all the mystical properties that the number 11 holds and what this is supposed to mean and what not and I don't know if I'm supposed to hide in my room today, considering it's 11/11, or I'm supposed to get all first-day-of-the-rest-of-my-life male-Bette-Midler style. Probably the latter. And I'm buying a lottery ticket today too, mos def.

In case you feel the least bit bummed on Obama...

thanks Merc blog for this one, a ton of gems I've never even seen. My favorite is at 1:56 for some reason I kept watching that one over and over...

Wisconsintration Camp

Before I moved to Portland from Wisconsin, about a week before I moved, I had a dream that I was out with my sister and her friends (which, occurred almost exactly how I had dreamed it, but that's not the main point) and we were having a gay old time (a couple of my sisters friends were gay, but that's not the point either) and throughout the dream, I had the complete feeling of relief. Like a giant weight that living in the midwest had created for me, was just lifted off my back. The anxiety, depression, and general bad vibes that I had just come to expect as a reality of living in Milwaukee or my suburban hometown was just gone, and when the plane landed in Portland a couple weeks after I had the dream, that was exactly how it went.
So when I go back there it is interesting to realize that this wasn't just a case of early adult boredom and angxt cured by a fresh environment. I honestly feel like shit when I'm back there to visit. I love my Dad, and I need to visit with him from time to time, but being there is like being in an absolute fucking prison (with the exception of my aunt and uncles summer home on the chain of lakes in Waupaca, that is an island in the stream of a chain of lakes. Huh?).
I don't think I ever want to go back there. Mabes I just dont ever want to leave Portland (?)

"ASPIRATIONS" pt.17

I love those Gossip dudes, don't misunderstand me. They are all hilarious, interesting and generous people. But I also recognize that there are only so many "hipsters" in the world, and once you get to a certain level of fame, your crowd starts to change. And it's usually not for the better. I would definitely love to not have to scramble to find a job every time we come back from tour, tour on a bus every time, have someone take care of me like a man baby, get more than 20 people at our shows, and a lot of other perks that come with a high level of fame. But when it starts to look like they were passing out free tickets at the Cheesecake Factory to fill up the audience at the Jimmy Kimmel Show, it makes me wonder what I'm shooting for...

The world needs a new heart

They don't make them like they used to. Also, I think Roger Fisher is one of my all time favorite rock drummers. Totes underrated.

Confusing pics from my life #11

Why am I doing this instead of getting THE MOST INCREDIBLE BREAKFAST WRAP EVER at the food carts on Mississippi? At the egg cart. This is what happens in your thirties. Talk a little less about art, a little more about food...

Mike have you seen this?

Jeremy McIntosh (27), aka MAC, deliberately crashed his car "repeatedly" into a Detroit, Michigan lingerie store, Intimate Ideas, because he said they had refused to hire him. The damage to the store was estimated at $3,000. When Jeremy was arrested he was wearing "facial makeup, lipstick, blue Capri pants, red flip-flops, a flowery blouse and a matching flowery women’s bra." He also claimed he was homeless, and had nowhere to go, so he asked to be taken to jail

uuuuuuhhhh, excuse me?

the look on the female newscasters face is the best...

TIME CAPSULE

Confusing pics from my life #10