MIB

I've been a big fan of Michael Ian Black ever since well i guess i love the 80's then stella but i havent heard much from him since stella and some other minor things. On january 6th he published a childrens book called Chicken Cheeks check it out. it's really funny, and it;s classic MIB

Reflection 1

Does anyone else just feel like givin' up and moving away to somewhere brand fuckin' new? I do. And it's shitty to admit that I want to throw in the towel but I truly feel like giving up right now. The jobhunt is hopeless, not even false hope. I don't even get the courtesy of a reply. I'll tell ya, the second I come across something good, that's not here, i'm a gonna take it. Just you watch me.

On a more positive note: I have an interview tomorrow at 1pm at Berkshire Place Living Community in Providence for the position of part time Activities Director in the alzheimers unit of the nursing home. I'd run bingo, serve cake and ice cream, pop in a vhs now and then. That kind of stuff.


fingers crossed,

jonrebello

FUCKED UP ON FOX

Taddy Porter

so sam smith was having some problems with his computer last year and for safety he put his pictures from Italy on my comp. i was mad bored yesterday and was cleaning out bullshit files off my comp when i came across Sam's pic's and i was like oo shit, ive never even looked at these before. So im looking through some of them(there were hundreds so i was just browseing) and i found this one folder labeled Still Framed Movies. So i click on it and its mad pictures of Ol' Smith doing assorted facial expressions, which i found hilarious so i decided to put them together as a movie for him

LOL

GOOGLE MAPS HAHA.

Piece for Creative Writing Workshop

This is just a short poetic exercise I had to do for a creative writing class I'm taking this semester. We had to follow the template or formula used by James Schulyer from his book of poems "The Diary". We had to write a "language of the day/prose poem". Here's my attempt at that.

First day of a new waking, to be clear, face forward and eyes open. On Wright Street, iced over, all white, now this street looks like that street, all pot holes and cracks faded gray concrete sit smoothed by the white. But what of the ice? Boots, overcoats, heavy hood draped over hanging head. Intent on destination, walking for purpose. Hot shower (not too long), clean room, mop kitchen, turn up music in my room to drown out noise from upstairs. He’s yelling or she’s moaning, call mom to let her know I do think about her.

Last night on Amy Street (last night worth remembering), An old friend, reshaped by years and absences, sat in a room with a window that didn’t lead to the outside but only to the staircase. He said “If he died and I’m still living, if he’s gone and I can still laugh, then does it matter at all? Why can’t I drive home now, you would laugh again, so does it matter…?” When I finally came downstairs and everyone was standing around in the living room or one of the bedrooms or any other room bent on telling you its purpose, they asked where I was, I told them not to worry.

KT

Some art work

A painting done by Joe Gendron. Amidst my last day in RI over summer, good conversation, and liquor flowing freely, JoJo casually drew this throughout the night. On the right is a short piece from a poem written by K-Thack. I'll write it out for anyone who can't read it.

I'm a freewheeling planet
Not at all concerned with the gravitational pull of the sun
It's just something I never wanted to get caught in.


I just started looking at this earlier in the week and have been enjoying everyones posts, ideas, and art. I'm looking forward to checking out more in the future.

-andrew

Fuck Graffiti

Lets start "Yardbombing" lol read this article its pretty cool

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/4305406/Knitters-turn-to-graffiti-artists-with-yarnbombing.html

Wonder why highways jam up seemingly for no reason?

Interesting chart that shows why there will sometimes be a mini-traffic jam on the highway with no discernible reason in sight. I've wondered about this before and have had conversations on this with some of you. Cool thing to check out if your bored and sitting in a computer lab before class, case and point, me.

http://i40.tinypic.com/ay6d55.png


KT

My new loft

Here's a picture of the loft that I was just called about and told that I got the chance to put down the first offer. Probably one of the best sights my eyes have ever seen. Ahhh who am I kidding? This is just a photo I came across of Allen Ginsberg's NYC Loft circa 1997. The photograph is shot as a large composite(a.k.a. one shot consisting of separate interconnected parts). Pretty spiffy place, huh?



j. rebel

Reminder that Alchemist Pharmacy is playing at the as220 tonight @ 10

That is all.

KT

photoshoppin

"Impossible Object" 

a needle fish spliced with a hypodermic needle 

My statement on litter in the oceans. 

--t

done in photoshop, supposed to convey a feeling. i chose fear. roller coasters used to give me the heebie jeebies. 

and there we go.

--t

song

sweep the floor

its enough to read

magazines

in a snow 

covered room

motionless

inside the house

where the air sticks to your throat

and the temperatures below

soon...

refrain:

can't you see

they don't like us, they don't like us

meant to be, its not for us, its not for us

crunching teeth, can't you tell us, its not for us

the bag was full

of needles

frozen before

on the street

he'll collapse again

i'll sweep the floor

and tick thru the day

snuffing mildew and decay

refrain

roz

TORRENTZ???

so as some of you know my external (expletive) hard drive shit the bed in the summer (and it was gross) just kidding external hard drives cant possibly shit a literal bed-they cant shit at all-they're friggin machines and can only stop working, or if your lucky, blow up. Anyway, it's 4:00 in the morning i jsut got home from work so i'm little loopy and shit-talking is funny to me - zing. so i lost my library of music and other assorted files blah blah blah and have been trying to DL it all back ever since
ive been downloading torrents with torrentz.com and bit lord. Torrentz.com used to be pretty tight but once they changed it, searching for specific music and software became agrivating. so because this site searches for torrents by collecting other torrent sites and searching through them (same idea as 911tabs.com R.I.P) i know about mininova, mononova, snarf-it, piratebay,speedpeer, btmon .
so my question to the commune is "what do you guys and girls use for torrent sites to expand your "killer" music library (and movies and software) and if you use any other DL program besides bit lord let me know or any site that can get me and others to music like Hypem.com (props tony)

a very tired
P.med

Our Manifesto?

Apparently No One Has A Mind Of Their Own!

So, I figured I'd catch attention with a post title that had some aggression behind, people seem to respond most when they're being called out, but this is not a direct diss at anyone, rather, its a direct diss to everyone. This is a blog thats been (wrongly) assigned the distinction of a commune. The word commune has a significant root within it that applies to the word community, which I hoped this would be. But even more importantly it shares a significant root with the word communication. This is what this blog was created for. Its intention was to be an outlet for like-minded, creative individuals who would share the projects and thoughts they were working on and harboring. I am in no way disappointed in the way this blog has turned out. There's really been great response to it in terms of posting, however, there is minimal comments, communication, and interaction between the poster and the commenters. In other words, there is no one commenting on shit. I mean, I posted a video of a man shot in the head by a police officer while being handcuffed, subdued, and corporative, and in plain sight of the public, and no one has said a damn thing! This blog was created with the intention to share with others, but there needs to be a response, otherwise this blog will fail. If people post things and no one comments then it seems as though they are posting to no purpose, it's unfortunate. We are all opinionated individuals who usually have a lot to say, why do those ideas/thoughts/statements not make there way to the comments section of this blog?  I've gotten a great response from a lot of different people who say they like what WE are doing with this blog, why can't that response/interest be expressed through this blog, as opposed to being addressed in conversation (though I'll never turn down a compliment in public) ? The way I like to think of it is this, if a friend came to you in person and showed you something they've been working on, would you sit silent and not respond? I really don't think that's the case. This is a blog that will strive on the exchange of ideas, not simply the presentation. This is a humble plea, respond and respect! 

KTHACK

MF DOOM

For all you doom heads out there, I know ya'll exist in abundance so I post this for the masses. This is for an album supposedly coming out in 2009, entitled "Born Like This." Also, if you're fiending for some new Doom, check out the producer Jake One and his album, which was released last year, under the title "White Van Music". Doom appears on two separate solo tracks. The album also features tracks from Slug (of Atmosphere), Brother Ali, Freeway, Little Brother, Black Milk...among many others. Entertainment for Eardrums! Peace. 

http://www.zshare.net/audio/5409409392409360/

alchemist pharmacy @ AS220

Wednesday, January 21, 2009
10 pm
$6

People of Color, Alchemist Pharmacy, and Riff Parade

Homecoming show for People Of Color who are back from tour!!! Come welcome them back to town!

Riff Parade creates music for the sale of music, and that means it must be made right there on the spot live with whatever means we have and then never be played the same way again.

http://www.myspace.com/riffparade
http://www.myspace.com/thealchemistpharmacy
http://www.myspace.com/peopleofcolor

Minty Fresh Beats

"What do Radiohead and Jay-Z have in common? Well besides being critically acclaimed artists in their respective genres, not all that much. Well Max Tannone also known as Minty Fresh Beats saw something in both of their catalogues that motivated him to step up and create his own mash-up project."

Something to check out if you enjoy both of these artists. You can download the album for FREE FREE FREE.


yours truly,
mr. unemployed still

I'm Not There and/or GONZO

Discuss.

no justice, no peace, no racist police

Not art related, but necessary to see.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/neal-rodriguez/bart-cop-needs-to-be-held_b_156280.html

Lucid American Dreams

It was thought to be a dream

Smoky eyed, everyone bent one way, trimmed by a haze

All the bodies distorted.

Beginnings and endings were forgotten about,

They didn't matter anymore because you couldn't find a crease between any of it.

Old shells and hollow bones echoed the thoughts of dusty windswept colored rioters

Cracked whips cracked and split on the arms and shoulders of the overseers

Seared eyelids heavy with the crest of the moon blinked twice to let everyone know they were still alive.

Seconds had past and the worlds already a mess with no mother to sweep it to the corner; it ran on a broken course, collided with a dream and splintered down the seam,

It cracked open, split in two.

A scene of a woman appears and she's alone, left crippled after ravaging, rape, twisted, she fought tooth, cock, and nail.

Old white men sit happy, gloated, bloated.

They've scraped the barrels and caught all the scraps that clung to the side with a hope of ever making it out alive or happy or at least with another to sit, sing, miserable at the sight of a blue eyed cross bearer, strung up, set up, and to be told that denial of death is now a sickness and a burden.

Caught it in this current, pulled to see the world the way the darker brush paints it, no rocket in sky, no sky in sight, no limit to a motion or an emotion.

He woke with a bang and a sweat.

A clock fell from the wall right as the tower struck twelve

It was erosion eroding, turning away the thoughts of better wisdom, a sonnet written on a kitchen wall, homely and pure, the sense that no burden is truth; no burden is there for the long haul. It burns a scar on the chest right down the center.

I keep all my sins in my left pocket, the other side I keep righteous.

This is balance on a string, turned ugly from a smoke thats drifted up, blurring vision and plugging ears so no one sees or hears the bastard call,

"Father, father why was I left on the doorstep of the apocalypse? Why is all the bread rotten and all the milk soured?"

"Why is my first step onto a rugged path plagued by rocks, shards of glass, broken beer bottles, used condoms, and the crinkled blue wrapper?"

"Why is a golden crucifix split here, the splinters strewn across the path and why is grandfather calling me to cross?"

"I know he's dead and can a spirit look so ashamed?"

"Why all this shit and grime on my path, where am I to step? Why all this rubbish and I no shoes?"

"Why is it a dollar and a dream? All I have is three quarters, a nickel, a dime, and a habit for insomnia."

One summer night a mother sat down on the side of her daughters bed and told her a story about the sun and the moon.

"The sun woke up, punctual as always, and rose to light the sky. He went up and lit the way for tired, dragging, sloppy, caffeine bent commuters who took to train, car, and foot to get to work, using every standard of travel ever pursued by man. The sun rose up until he sat right in the middle of the sky at noon to watch everyone who was eating lunch on patios and the sidewalks of cafes. The sun traveled on, going about his rounds. He began to fade from one hemisphere to the next. When the sun's back was turned, busy lighting Chinese motorists and their commute, the moon crept up and stole some of the sun's light. In the night sky the moon shone bright, he was full, boisterous, and in his prime. The people thought the moon looked so nice and they stood out on balconies and backyards and lay on the tops of car hoods and blankets in fields to look at the bright moon and talk of how pretty it was. The sun heard this and knew he was brighter then the moon could ever be. So the sun shone with all its might, it shone, and shone, and shone until all the hemispheres were lit and equatorial lines were washed away in the light of the sun. The whole world was lit. It was all too much though and the sun burnt itself out. Imploded with no more energy to spare. The moon laughed for a moment, thinking he would be the only star to shine so bright now. It wasn't until he realized he had no light of his own to give off. He was trapped in a darkness forever and couldn't  give off a a single ray without the help of the sun. The world sat in a darkness for a moment until someone turned on a lamp and they remembered electricity and progress. Then a brave soul stepped out and smashed a bulb, 'This light is a false idol. It makes a mockery of the sun and I can't stand to see its light!'"

The little girl fell asleep and murmured amongst he dreams, "We'll gut the bastards as well as ourselves before we let them steal the show."

Though I have no god to call my own I pray for those in Gaza. I pray for those in Israel. I pray for those in Baghdad and Afghanistan. I pray for those in Harlem and in Oakland. I pray for those who live in my own home and for those who live in my own heart.

I dream for them.

- KT (for Paul's dream within a dream)

HOST A DANCE PARTY

ALRIGHT. SO AFTER DOING SOME RESEARCH I'VE COME TO FIND OUT:

FOR $250 YOU CAN RENT OUT FIREHOUSE 13 FOR A NIGHT.
THEN YOU CAN CHARGE WHATEVER YOU WANT AT THE DOOR.
THEY COVER THE DOORS FOR YOU.
BUT THEY TAKE A 20% CUT OF WHATEVER YOU MAKE.

SO AFTER DOING SOME MATH, IF 65 PEOPLE SHOWED UP YOU CAN BREAK EVEN.

I THINK THAT COULD BE A DEFINITE POSSIBILITY.

MAYBE HAVE A SHOW WITH:
FORMAL ACTION
ROZ AND THE RICE CAKES
CORY + KYLE
ZE BUTCHERS OF PROV

I DONT KNOW. HIT ME BACK WITH SOME FEEDBACK.

MAYBE A LEGION HALL WOULD BE COOLER

Rice Cakes @ Cafe Zog

Yo! Roz Raskin and the Rice Cakes are playing at Cafe 

Zog on Wickenden Street on the 10th! Come check it 

out! Show starts at 8pm! Happy New Year!

      check us out at myspace.com/rozraskin

HAPPY NEW YEAR

I HOPE EVERYONE HAD A FUN NIGHT.

MOST OF YOU WERE AT KYLE'S.

LOVE YOU GUYS!