Though this may be possibly one of the girliest posts known to man, there’s something to be said about extreme nail art. These women need to be given an ode to, they forgo hygiene, wiping their own behinds (and possibly causing internal bleeding), essentially any intimacy, and also the capability of holding any object within reach. Maybe they’re our modern day monks, maybe.
“This is a message board post i found about the jay z video ON TO THE
NEXT it chronicles second by second the masonic symbolism.”
0:05 throws up the diagonal one (while pulling up his jacket.)
0:09 throws up the masonic demonic compass (not peace signs)
0:10 3 black bands on 100 dollar bills (33rd degree mason)
0:12 he stands in front of the lights like he’s Jesus (catholic symbolism of
the Son or halo of Jesus.)
0:16 Bleeding hammer (dont really understand the meaning.)
0:22 goat in the ink ( look at it from light and dark contrasts)
0:24 black girl with double zero on here jersey eyes begin to open oddly.
0:27 3 strips meaning 33rd degree mason.
0:28 finger print meaning the blueprint or master plan.
0:29 throwing down the baphomet off his hat.
0:32 skull with diamonds 50 cent diss ( skull and bones.)
0:33 baphomet & diagonal one thrown up (using one hand each.)
0:34 diagonal one again
0:36 Ink goat has risen to adulthood.
0:36-0:37 666 hand symbol
I dug up this article from a 06 New York Times Magazine. It’s about déjà Vu and a strange condition called “déjà vécu” where the sufferer claims that “they continuously relieve the past and feel that a significant part of their daily experiences have happened before…In contrast to ordinary déjà vu experiences, in which the sensation instantly seems misplaced, to them, the experiences simply feel like memories”
“When we have déjà vu, we don’t act on it,” Moulin says. “But these people refused to watch television, they stopped reading the newspaper.” The patients were what cognitive scientists call “anosagnosic” — unaware of their condition. They also found situations to be more than just familiar; they believed that they were really recalling them, so much so that they invented memories to justify that belief. They were, to use Tulving’s phrase, time traveling to a reality that had never existed.”
What would the holidays be without the ceremonial family photo pic with the local shady Santa? Thankfully, we’ve been blessed this year with a collection of them from the dudes at Sketchy Santa, click below for a handful of our favorites.
First, I get a call that my computer is back from Apple Repair HQ in Texas, I brought it in because it would turn on but screen was pure darkness and unresponsive. Not awesome. The nice “Genius,” told me that it was probably the video card and I had nothing to but it “Couuuuld be the hard-drive,” WHAT! O’ and he informed me that my Apple Care ended three weeks prior, WHAT!! Well he way was off, to our surprise they had to replace the mother board and my super-drive. And for some insane reason, THEY DIDN’T CHARGE ME! WHAT!!! I basically have a brand new computer for free.
Here’s where the above photo comes into the play. Riding this high I decided to check out Penny Lane Records in Pasadena. I proceeded to come up on the one of the, if not the most eclectic batch of records in all of my days. Plus, I didn’t even know the Sebastian Tellier and Suicidal Tendencies records were color vinyl until I got home! WHAT!!!!
I went to Chicago for one day to DJ a party, I randomly jotted down things I noticed. It probably reads a little rough, but here goes:
Girl at whole foods told me to hold on to my crisp dollar bills because they are rare. Whole foods in Gold Coast had basically no health food or whole foods products. No yellow mustard, just Whole grain or Dijon. Man at liquor store wearing ninja turtles sweatshirt told me to come in after 6 because the girl working is a level one Sommelier. I was simply buying a travel pack of Benadryl. I consider myself to have a decent grasp on urban slang, but I couldn’t understand one word the woman telling me about her mileage offer was saying. I did the unthinkable and purchased a vita coco water at the airport for almost 5 dollars. Benadryl is the poor man’s Xanax. Chicago street dogs come with the option of fresh celery salt, pickles, tomatoes, etc. LA street dogs come with or without mayonaise. Grown man wearing a new my chemical romance hoodie.
Ever feel like god punishes you for having too much of a good time? No? Well unfortunately for me, the answer is yes. I woke up this morning with the second tonsil infection in two weeks. Lovely! The first time it happened people felt bad for me, now I feel like I’m telling people I have an STD, they just kind of look at me like “what the hell are you putting in your mouth?” thanks guys.
Having spent time with New Yorkers in San Francisco somehow makes me like this song.
What the hells wrong with me? I make no apologies.
I went to Chicago for one day to DJ a party, I randomly jotted down things I noticed. It probably reads a little rough, but here goes:
