Monday, January 31, 2011

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Friday, January 28, 2011

expedition to the north

vancouver weekend?
go see this secret cmrtyz warehouse show.
you'll have to track some one down to take you,
but it will probably be fun.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Friday, January 21, 2011

the dam

thinking of my friend visiting
the circulur city of amsterdam.
wish i was there too.
want this map print?
get it and then go get lost.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Tuesday, January 18, 2011


the little things make me the saddest of all,
while boxing it all up.
you don't need anything, but sometimes the things
you need the least carry the most sentiment.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Saturday, January 8, 2011

he makes the best decisions...

 back then.
love, actually.
 not so long ago, 
you crushed me in a single man.
and now i can't wait too see this:
the king's speech.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

all the world's a stage...

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

one hangs on my wall

i said kiss me, you're beautiful,
these are truly the last days.

time flies, but airplanes crash.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

another saturday night

the best girls draw.
and share it with you.
sacha peet + uli = my loves.
we can see them on saturday.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

start it off right

first show for me of 2011.
the babies from brooklyn + some local bands.
i'm playing too.