happy birthday CWJ

haircut #14; the non-cut

headless in allston

 

This cut may leave you wistful for the sound of snipping shears but don't get hung up! Let it play and walk away, as the ambient sounds of a Somerville soiree fill your home (or small cell). Return, perhaps, in time to see several people exit the screen with a coconut and a hammer.***

 

 

***SPOILER ALERT!!

 

Although it may have taken 30 minutes to record this haircut not yet beginning, as far as cuts go it was one of the best I've ever experienced. LIFETIME ACHEIVEMENT for haircuts,

all thanks to Christiana Celli, artist supreme.

 

After-cut photos by Christiana Celli:

 

 

 

 



haircut videos!; the prologue

Before I started using my computer to webcam video-tape people cutting my hair (for the most part without their knowledge) I had a lot of big ideas...









and a lot more hair... and jon's boots...



Some more haircuts exist out there on other video formats. I kinda like having the one viewpoint but I think these are interesting too. The problem is a lot of the ones that exist like this are in the hands of others. If you are one of the others reading this, send me that vid yo!

Quiet Desperation

Hello fiends and frans, DO YOU KNOW about QUIET DESPERATION? 

If you don't or if you didn't but you just clicked above and watched every episode in a row as I did when I first came upon it while I was depressed on the floor in Watertown with 1/2 of a twin bed and the remnants of a malnourished creative dream...Suddenly able to look into the computer (this computer!) at someone who made sense to me and was trying to make sense of the kind of world I was living in...

In any case, Quiet Desperation is the best thing having been done, being done, or coming out of Boston that I've seen since I've been here and I think its pretty important and real helpful for all you creatives, maybe even if you're living in a tropical climate where  they didn't kill the Injuns for the first dessert.

It's a project/show from the real life mind of  the real life artist Rob Potylo and it continues to evolve like real life too. It is nice to remember that everything changes. Watch this trailer for season 5, before or after you watch all those quiet d's that are gonna fill you up with warm soul pudding and remind you to go out and live your fucking life, and you will know what I'm talking about!

Glenville Laundromat: the untold tale, partly shown

O Glenville Laundromat...the things I had planned for you and me! The size of your drying machines!

This is a sad and strange story I have to tell you, dear Internet. It happened several weeks ago, the climax at least, but it began long before. Somehow Lightly got involved and I'm not sure of the meaning of that.

So what happened first is I developed an obsession with the Glenville Laundromat which is a laundromat located on the street my street is off of. I had big ideas for this laundromat. I invited a lot of people to this laundromat. I jammed in this laundromat. I spent time in the industrial-sized dryers of this laundromat. Oddly, whenever I went to do laundry at this laundromat (which was never on what you or anyone would call a "regular basis") the exact same people would be there doing their laundry. Now-- and these people did not seem especially hygienic or neat by any means-- either these people were doing their laundry all the fucking time or they were doing their laundry on the same schedule as me which seems absolutely not at all possible.

(There is a video-taped jam between me and Jonny Feinburg which occurred in this laundromat which I might find and edit down for the purpose of sharing with you should I find it, though the last time I checked I could not).

So now the peak of what was once a grand Glenville Laundromat plan exists within the sole surviving and completed "Laundromat video", the historical relevance of which is currently and suddenly on the rise or decline depending upon your perspective. 

The night the laundromat died (i.e. burnt down) it happened at 4 in the morning (I say this like a fact but really I was asleep). My roommates with rooms facing the street were aware of the disturbance but none so much so as P. Fletch who answered the buzzer around 4:30 AM (again, I'm still asleep) to a stranger holding a stripedy orange animal, saying "Is this your cat?" To which Paul said hmmmghrph, throwing the animal inside and going back to bed.

The next day we (by which I mean all of Allston Boston the world) woke up to see our most beloved laundromat had been demolished by arson...and not only arson, but very possibly arson of the absolute worst kind...

ANIMAL ARSON.

*Note: I have yet to euthanize Lightly but rest assured extreme measures of observance and regulation have been put in place, with feline expiration inevitable by natural causes if not pre-emptives

ALlston

Heya friends and strangers! Since that last post about the Amish a few minutes ago I finally feel ready to tell you that I've moved to Allston and am living in an apartment with real kids and real buzzers! Except for as I type this where I am currently harpooned in Wellfleet, Cape Cod where absolutely almost no one lives!  Its family time! Its blogger time!

(in attempt to provide an objective definition) 

google image: allston

welcome to the nayburhood!

edit*: versus google image: wellfleet

this may somehow be a metaphor for my whole life.

weekend update: friendstamatic

If this weekend had been a camera it would have been a classic instant polaroid with REAL film.

[andy warhol:self portrait with polaroid]

On Friday, the great P.Fletch and I play-acted a scene from Lost In Translation by getting tipsy with his work friends in the bar of The Marriot hotel near Copley (where we were also forced to urinate among many non-tipsy foreigners as the only bathroom was conveniently located "next to the gift shop" in lieu of "inside of the bar") Funny how drinking in a Marriot reminds me of my parents...

After leaving The Marriot feeling classy and responsibly liquored up we decided we'd get one more drink elsewhere and call it a night. And then we met my new best Canadian friend Casie Stewart.

Insta-friendz!!

She is a rad girl who lives in Toronto and writes her very own profesh looking blog where she posted the ^above pics

(while I took the below shitty i-phone picks:)

(there was a mirror on the ceiling)

(no one had a cigarette)

(this was a bonding point)

On Saturday, I remembered to remember it was the "earth day sale" at buffalo exchange and that our little friend there had said there would be dollar items for sale (the fact that I remembered this made me think that my serious thrift hobbying was more like an instinctual radar system)...and there were dollar items for sale. A lot of them. So... I bought them.

Insta-wardrobe! $20

(which is currently more like "p.fletch's house wardrobe" because I could only carry that bag-o-fashion so far...)


On Sunday, P.fletch and I joined forces with our new Allston-neighbor friend Nathan and missed a showing of animated short films, a plan quickly replaced with beer-drinking, heated lady gaga pro (paul) con (me) listing, and the first successfully completed "custom temp tat train" which came out pretty awesome for everyone involved....

INSTA-TAT!

(Things to Consider: How do I make my own temporary tattoos??)

Then on Monday, me and Josephine Zaikis ran the Boston marathon!!!!

AND SHE WON!!!

JK...that's not even my grandma. 

I didn't actually view any marathon action. Instead I went to the beach with Ricky Ricardo. 

And it was great!