9.27.2009
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6.06.2009
Pro'crass'tination
Coming soon to a computer screen near you: A subjective, appreciative "best of" Consommé piece. A comprehensive glance at the southern music scene (or lack thereof). Ultra belated Aesthetic vs Texture topics on art, music, film, life, love, etc. A retrospective on my life as a non-intellectual (My Life As A Fully Recovered Non-Intellectual). More tributes to diners, dishes, Taoism...
...And much, much [but probably not much] more [than that].
Film still of the now
~This Gun For Hire
...And much, much [but probably not much] more [than that].
Film still of the now
~This Gun For Hire
5.25.2009
Cocktails and Dreams
I just heard a good one, or the 1,000th bad one if you're a Cleveland Browns fan. My brother told me he was at a bar in Detroit last night (Royal Oak, I think) and Browns Wide Receiver Braylon Edwards was guest bar tending. Nothing crazy happened, but apparently they started doing a bit of bartender showmanship, ala Tom Cruise in "Cocktail", and Braylon was dropping glasses and bottles all over the place. Surprise, surprise!
On the bright side, though, nobody died from vehicular DUI manslaughter.
5.20.2009
Bananas, B, A-N-A-N, A-S
Artwork of the week...er, month
"Another Hue of Hatred"
~N8 Van Dyke
So after a month-long hiatus from my consommé, I'm back (pretend that was Arnold's voice as a tribute to this week's encore to the "Terminator" series). Ask yourself though, is there a better way to come back to the world of insignificant blogging than with a mad monkey portrait?
I have given N8 Van Dyke some props on here before, but I wanted to do so again because I just snatched up this drawing from him and I really think he is one of the sickest illustrators in the underground (aka non commercial) art scene right now.
"You see, a monkey should know, stay up your tree."
~DMB
"Another Hue of Hatred"
~N8 Van Dyke
So after a month-long hiatus from my consommé, I'm back (pretend that was Arnold's voice as a tribute to this week's encore to the "Terminator" series). Ask yourself though, is there a better way to come back to the world of insignificant blogging than with a mad monkey portrait? I have given N8 Van Dyke some props on here before, but I wanted to do so again because I just snatched up this drawing from him and I really think he is one of the sickest illustrators in the underground (aka non commercial) art scene right now.
"You see, a monkey should know, stay up your tree."
~DMB
4.01.2009
Throw The Hammer Down
If you have ever watched the Cavs play on Fox Sports Net or Fox Sports Ohio, then you are familiar with commentators Austin Carr (A.C.) and Fred McCleod. Between the two of them they may be the most biased duo in sports today. They also have a grab-bag full of strange sayings. Check out this website, and crack open several beers the next time you tune in to a Cavs game. http://austincarrdrinkinggame.com/
3.31.2009
3.27.2009
Monkey see, monkey do
Artwork of the Week
"Stand and Deliver"
~N8 Van Dyke
You may have seen Van Dyke's work on here before, I just think his illustrations are bad-fuckin'-ass.
"Stand and Deliver"
~N8 Van Dyke
You may have seen Van Dyke's work on here before, I just think his illustrations are bad-fuckin'-ass.
3.26.2009
3.21.2009
My Life As A Recovering Non Intellectual
A girl I've been afforded the honor of introducing myself to on approximately four different occasions sits uncomfortably two seats away from me, on the other side of arguably my closest friend that I no longer trust, but one I still feel a reluctant comradery with. I'm pretty sure she wants to sleep with him, but she's hard to read. Her eyes dart all around. Other girls, at least the ones with better intentions, have made this mistake before. I guess in a modern world with consenting adults, there's really little wrong with such a scenario. We find ourselves on polar ends of a madness, and it seems as though only my end affords enough interest to entertain the idea of actually wanting the girl to stick around the next morning. The shorter the years seem in retrospect, the more blurred the lines become. Bad person, good person. Natural, unnatural. This doesn't really keep me from still feeling sorry for them. Good intentions, bad intentions... hopefully we've all grown up into realizing nobody wants to be the villain in their own story. I'd just as easily promote good sex before I would the good guy... perhaps another Aesthetic vs Texture topic... 
The course of this madness, we've discussed, was as worthwhile as any other fixation, and yet still, probably only headed toward an unhealthy climax. Which is also relevant. I'm never quite sure when I'm in the throws of said climax, which both at once helps me and forces me into living morning to morning, night to night, moment to moment, alarm to alarm, record to record, song to song, pot to pot, dish to dish, glance to glance, blush to blush, touch to touch. So on. So forth.
I explain to her how I've recently acquired a fascination in placing myself in less compatible environments. Paradoxical juxtaposition. Especially concerning more pensive removed moods. I don't often see people visiting pubs, clubs, parties and the like without an angle. I'd like to see more of this. And in more peculiar forms. This eventually results in my discussing the absurdities in considering yourself a side character in other persons' stories, rather than the protagonist in your own. She has a nice laugh. She doesn't initially come off as the type of girl who's had enough interest from the opposite sex to be treating them with such callous indifference and preemptive cynical antics. Clever enough to see the wrong ones coming from a mile away, and with enough lack of foresight to fall just short of realizing how obvious an unattractive character trait this social defense mechanism is to the right ones. Too wrapped up in her theatrics to realize that this one doesn't want to take her to bed, and really does just want to talk this time. We all three of us spend a few taking apart and putting back together various themes I bring up. The flaws in being overly objective, a disposition that seems currently to be the ideal societal demeanor to socially condition yourself and others to. The alternative, of course, being purely subjective, ignoring third party perspective entirely. I don't know. Something tells me I haven't sat in the appropriate classrooms yet, so for now I'll leave that up to all you intellectuals to sort out.
I decide I'm done for now, finish my second beer, say my goodbyes and dance out the door.
Stay tuned for more updates on my path out of nowhere, including improved mopping technique, insomnia, telling a co worker my wife died in a car accident, living in a veritable Neverland, and much, much more.
The course of this madness, we've discussed, was as worthwhile as any other fixation, and yet still, probably only headed toward an unhealthy climax. Which is also relevant. I'm never quite sure when I'm in the throws of said climax, which both at once helps me and forces me into living morning to morning, night to night, moment to moment, alarm to alarm, record to record, song to song, pot to pot, dish to dish, glance to glance, blush to blush, touch to touch. So on. So forth.
I explain to her how I've recently acquired a fascination in placing myself in less compatible environments. Paradoxical juxtaposition. Especially concerning more pensive removed moods. I don't often see people visiting pubs, clubs, parties and the like without an angle. I'd like to see more of this. And in more peculiar forms. This eventually results in my discussing the absurdities in considering yourself a side character in other persons' stories, rather than the protagonist in your own. She has a nice laugh. She doesn't initially come off as the type of girl who's had enough interest from the opposite sex to be treating them with such callous indifference and preemptive cynical antics. Clever enough to see the wrong ones coming from a mile away, and with enough lack of foresight to fall just short of realizing how obvious an unattractive character trait this social defense mechanism is to the right ones. Too wrapped up in her theatrics to realize that this one doesn't want to take her to bed, and really does just want to talk this time. We all three of us spend a few taking apart and putting back together various themes I bring up. The flaws in being overly objective, a disposition that seems currently to be the ideal societal demeanor to socially condition yourself and others to. The alternative, of course, being purely subjective, ignoring third party perspective entirely. I don't know. Something tells me I haven't sat in the appropriate classrooms yet, so for now I'll leave that up to all you intellectuals to sort out.
I decide I'm done for now, finish my second beer, say my goodbyes and dance out the door.
Stay tuned for more updates on my path out of nowhere, including improved mopping technique, insomnia, telling a co worker my wife died in a car accident, living in a veritable Neverland, and much, much more.
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