haute.

i guess this is a changing landscape. things are bursting at the seams. literally, figuraitively, etc. etc. - at least beautifully.

semi-annual haute couture show in paris this past week. world of the refined looks like its dwindling.

i guess the glitz and the silver lining isn't everything- but it sure makes everything seem a bit more lovely...

for all y'all dior addictz, like myself. check out these fly hunniez:


fabulous, but fading? let's hope not.

my hometown.

this weekend, my mom came up to the beautiful central coast. its was delightful to see her, but it made me miss home, a lot.

my hometown is one of the most beautiful places, i bet most people feel that way.


the most glamourous city by the sea.

my friend made me a mix a little bit ago. this deluxe jam was on it, although i have no idea who it is by/what it is called. i guess it doesn't really matter anyway, maybe this adds to the universal nature of it as well.

two steppin.

two steppin hurts more people than you'd imagine... ripples in a pond.

i work at a organic certification agency. recently, some punks (port organics) were claiming that some of their liquid fertilizer shit was straight up organic. turns out they were two steppin.

not only did they hurt all the farmers used their products and the consumers that ate the food that was made with their product, they hurt the honesty of the entire organic industry. so, im working pr overtime to make sure we can stick a happy face sticker on organic foodz and organic certification.

two faced
lair.

two steppin and lyin hurts everyone.

even the lowly interns (and the true believers in honesty)

subtle pleasures.

good morning, from the westside. don't get me wrong, i think i despise mondays as much as the next person... but the most wonderful thing happened thing morning.

i couldn't shake the sleep out of my bones and missed the westside bus by the skin of my chin. in dismay, instead of turning around, i walked to work this morning. it took me just under an hour, but it was the most beautiful walk i have taken in a long time. i miss all the nuances of the way by speeding through on public transit, bicycle or automobile.

today, i will take things slow- to notice the beauty in the subtly.



and anyway, have the most beautiful day ever, you deserve it.

swank city.

this summer, i sat at my grandma's cottage, drank beer, ate pretzels and awed at the sumpreme talent of usa superstar micheal phelps. but the real star for me was the bejing national stadium, better known as the deluxe "bird's nest"



although, swiss architects herzog & de meuron have even more deluxe projects underway:

400 bond street, w. village, nyc



1111 lincoln road, miami beach, florida.

this shit is high cla$$.

the truth burns

curly top was telling me about some of her troubles a little ago and i told it to her like it is. i have a habit of doing that- telling it like it is. i don't know if thats the best method, telling it straight.

is honesty the best policy?

i've been struggling with this... i don't know why.



anyway, i tell it straight because i like things clean and simple. always for you, i'll keep it clean and simple.

crapz-a-million

i feel like a shit sandwich. i hardly got a wink of sleep last night. now, i'm all crumbly and aching through the day. i'm in my cubicle doing useless shit, that hardly matters...

all i want to do is get high and drink tea.


-sabrina ward harrison.

why it'$ hottt

my boy obama is about to take office. pimp is rolling phat:

CADILLAC ONE

word up - obama is taking the riskest route ever on inauguration day, maybe even "obamamobile" can't save his ass. if something happens to my boy i'm gonna flip a shit. or maybe, (in the words of lady humps) flip 400 shitz:

2 million people / 5,000 port-a-potties = 400 shitz

but, basically - i would kill for these kickz

everything is okay.

knowing that thingz like diz is still happenin, everything is okay.

livin' like hustlers

tomorrow: jury duty.

omgomglolBRBomg. i'm going to die, literally. is that cool?

a'yo, shit gonna get xplicit.

parental advisory or blow me, sykkkee.

NOT COOL

its the most beautiful january day ever. i was walking to the bus stop after class, when i was shocked/alarmed/saddened/confused to see that they have cut down the tree sit trees on science hill. pre-break: thriving grove. post-break: parking lot. speaking for trees, change is hard. it was just hard to walk by a chain link fence instead of getting that nice whiff of redwood. basically: NOT COOL.

i've had a hard time adjusting to school/america/santa cruz. i slept for several dayz on return to the motherland. but for topz, yesterday i woke with the worst stomach circus. let's just say the rest of the day was down hill (including the most horrific bus experience to date). spent most of the day in bed. basically: NOT COOL.

with excessive time in my bed, i've been catching up on the events of day. oakland- my heart goes out to you. gaza- my heart bleeds. basically: NOT COOL.

talking about heart. love in general: NOT COOL.

BUT ESPECIALLY: NOT COOL.
whatever, punkz alwayz gotta ruin the good stuff.

thingz suck.

shit is wack:
1. first day of classes.
2. all my classes blow.
3. it was cold as shit in santa snooze today.
4. my room (and subsequently, my life) is a mess.

shit is dope:
1. just got the most beautiful mixtape EVERRR. thnkz, swmpy-d.