Oh your god! This is my homie Vitamin D and my home girl Miss Audry from back in the Denver days! Thanks Derrick for sharing. Brings back memories!
Friday, November 30, 2012
Stacey Pullen - Blackflag Mix (Sonica Club) - 27-11-2012
Hello my friends! Well what I normally like to do is post a Friday morning mix for you all to check out to get you into your weekend groove. This one is a set from Stacey Pullen. Some really good deep house and you can download it free! Have a good weekend, oh yeah, and another automobile story for you followed by a design project. Stay tuned cheyeld....
Stacey Pullen - Blackflag Mix (Sonica Club) - 27-11-2012
Stacey Pullen - Blackflag Mix (Sonica Club) - 27-11-2012
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Tatzu Nishi - Discovering Columbus
Look at this awesome photo of Rocky, Jamie, and myself at the Discovering Columbus exhibit.. The views were amazing too child....... I feel like we are the Supremes, except there are two whites and a mexigay instead...
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
066 / Walker & Royce
I love me some dope deep house music! Always have since 1995, when I went to my first parties back in Colorado! This music never gets old! Still don't why I have never learned to DJ. It's never too late, child...
066 / Walker & Royce
066 / Walker & Royce
I Love Bob Ross Quotes!
“The thing that's so fantastic about painting, it teaches you to see. Teaches you to notice nature … I've had people write and say ‘Bob, there's been a tree living out here in my front yard for 25 years, and I never paid any attention to it, and I started painting a little bit, and son of a gun, now I notice that tree, and there's shape and there's form and it's a whole new world that's opened up just because I've started painting.’ It teaches you to really see things … there …” –Bob Ross, 1990
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Monday, November 26, 2012
Friday, November 23, 2012
Automobile Story #2
Good Lord! There's so many of these... Really though, I think it's theraputical in a way, for me, not you, whores and childs alike. I mean it really puts things in perspective how wreckless one can be.. I have to say though it is a miracle that I'm still alive, child. And grateful...Oh yeah,, back to the story... Anyways, I call this as part of the Tony Buen-whore cronicles... .
Ok here goes child,
Picture this, March of something in 1995, Pueblo CO, child. Here I am 18 and overacheiver graduating a semester early in highschool, and all about it! Ugghh why.. Still don't know girls.... But anyways, I'm a working 2 jobs, one at Matrixx Marketing (you know the one) and some random telemarketing company... Wanting to move to Denver, but not knowing when or how... Anyways, one of my best friends,who is back and forth between Pueblo and Denver, is selling sheets of LSD, and guess who is helping? Well not me, at first.. But then child, I end up connecting her to cholos and cholacitas to get the ball rolling of course.. So this story starts on a Friday night.
My friend calls me to tell me she is in town and her parents are not, so of course my response is "Hell yeah, party at your parents house!" Oh but or course I have to tell you for one, that her parent's house is in a nice secluded neighborhood, and two, it is like a museum, as in the fucking place is spotless. Even the garage is a white box, where you see 2 cars and a floor mat, with no tools or cabinets or a lawn mower.. nada.. Everything is labeled and in the attic.. Weird...
So at this time in my life, I am driving a used 1987 midnight blue Jeep Cherokee, aka a closet suv according to my friend ( I can laugh about it now ). So I cruise over to my homegirls house to party it down, except, knowing in my head, that I have to work the next morning. "So no Lsd", I say to myself! So what do I do you ask? I have a friend go to Dogpatch Liquors to buy me a pint of tequila, and a six pack of beer, let's say a six pack of coors light... Anyways whores, I show up and so do a bunch of friends.. I end up drinking all of that while everyone else trips balls out... People are doing cartwheels down the stairs, a girlfriend goes after her boyfriend with a knife - crazy shit like that! Well, as we can all anticipate, my ass gets all wasted and I end up passing out in my Jeep. What I don't remember and what happens is that my foot presses on the clutch so that my car ends up rolling out onto the street. Oh and also my head falls on the wheel where the horn is going off continuously!!! Yep.. So everyone at the party, who is peaking by this time, tries to wake me up and grab my keys. But of course I'm not having it, I mean, they are on drugs and I am not, right? haha..
Bitches, this is where it gets good! I yell all beligerent at everyone, start my Jeep, and proceed down the street like a bat out of hell! My friend tells me, later of course, that all he could hear after that were screeching wheels, fences getting knocked down, you name it! Totally mowed down homegirl's neighbors fence, backed out, mowed it down again, backed out, mowed down another fence, wrecked into a fire hydrant, another car, got a flat tire, lost both contacts in my eyes, and end up leaving the scene of the crime wandering the streets until I make my way back to my friends house... Holy Shitballs!!!! Totally fucked!
Anyways, I go home the next day, and of course, there's a tow truck with my Jeep! Omg I was in so much trouble! So what do I do? I leave and move to Denver that week and that's when the love of Fab Fridays and every Saturday Raves begins, child...............................
So here's the moral of the story! Here are your choices!
A. Don't become friends with drug dealers.
B. Don't drive a Jeep Cherokee.
C. Don't drink a bottle of tequila and a six pack of beer by yourself.
D. Don't drink and drive.
E. Don't pass out in your car and allow it to roll down the street.
F. Don't mow down your friend's neighbor's fences...
Ok here goes child,
Picture this, March of something in 1995, Pueblo CO, child. Here I am 18 and overacheiver graduating a semester early in highschool, and all about it! Ugghh why.. Still don't know girls.... But anyways, I'm a working 2 jobs, one at Matrixx Marketing (you know the one) and some random telemarketing company... Wanting to move to Denver, but not knowing when or how... Anyways, one of my best friends,who is back and forth between Pueblo and Denver, is selling sheets of LSD, and guess who is helping? Well not me, at first.. But then child, I end up connecting her to cholos and cholacitas to get the ball rolling of course.. So this story starts on a Friday night.
My friend calls me to tell me she is in town and her parents are not, so of course my response is "Hell yeah, party at your parents house!" Oh but or course I have to tell you for one, that her parent's house is in a nice secluded neighborhood, and two, it is like a museum, as in the fucking place is spotless. Even the garage is a white box, where you see 2 cars and a floor mat, with no tools or cabinets or a lawn mower.. nada.. Everything is labeled and in the attic.. Weird...
So at this time in my life, I am driving a used 1987 midnight blue Jeep Cherokee, aka a closet suv according to my friend ( I can laugh about it now ). So I cruise over to my homegirls house to party it down, except, knowing in my head, that I have to work the next morning. "So no Lsd", I say to myself! So what do I do you ask? I have a friend go to Dogpatch Liquors to buy me a pint of tequila, and a six pack of beer, let's say a six pack of coors light... Anyways whores, I show up and so do a bunch of friends.. I end up drinking all of that while everyone else trips balls out... People are doing cartwheels down the stairs, a girlfriend goes after her boyfriend with a knife - crazy shit like that! Well, as we can all anticipate, my ass gets all wasted and I end up passing out in my Jeep. What I don't remember and what happens is that my foot presses on the clutch so that my car ends up rolling out onto the street. Oh and also my head falls on the wheel where the horn is going off continuously!!! Yep.. So everyone at the party, who is peaking by this time, tries to wake me up and grab my keys. But of course I'm not having it, I mean, they are on drugs and I am not, right? haha..
Bitches, this is where it gets good! I yell all beligerent at everyone, start my Jeep, and proceed down the street like a bat out of hell! My friend tells me, later of course, that all he could hear after that were screeching wheels, fences getting knocked down, you name it! Totally mowed down homegirl's neighbors fence, backed out, mowed it down again, backed out, mowed down another fence, wrecked into a fire hydrant, another car, got a flat tire, lost both contacts in my eyes, and end up leaving the scene of the crime wandering the streets until I make my way back to my friends house... Holy Shitballs!!!! Totally fucked!
Anyways, I go home the next day, and of course, there's a tow truck with my Jeep! Omg I was in so much trouble! So what do I do? I leave and move to Denver that week and that's when the love of Fab Fridays and every Saturday Raves begins, child...............................
So here's the moral of the story! Here are your choices!
A. Don't become friends with drug dealers.
B. Don't drive a Jeep Cherokee.
C. Don't drink a bottle of tequila and a six pack of beer by yourself.
D. Don't drink and drive.
E. Don't pass out in your car and allow it to roll down the street.
F. Don't mow down your friend's neighbor's fences...
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
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Next Short Story - The Automobile Series
Child, as some of you may or may not know, I live in New York City, where having a car is a nightmare, because basically it will get nicked, ticketed, towed, broken into, or stolen. (Mine did get stolen, but that's another story, not this one). Also, if you live in Manhattan like me, it is just plain expensive to have, especially if you have to put it in a garage. Besides that, there is plenty of other ways to get around anyway, like walking, taking the train, or a cab, which is fine by me! And this story will explain why this is good for you not having me behind the wheel too!!!!
So ANYWAYS, picture this, it's the year 1993, and I just turned 16. Oh yeah, but wait I have to tell you this first. A couple of years before that, my parents bought a 1983 Yellow Nissan Truck for me to drive when I got my license. It had mag rims and a black tarp to cover the back. Did I mention it also had a sunroof! Totally ran that thing into the ground, but I will get to that later in another story, as there are many of them in this series. So on Friday nights when my mom would hit the town, and when my sister would head to some keg party at the clearing (explain that one later fo' sho' too, in the party series of short stories!), my 14 year-old ass would sneak the truck and go cruising around my neighborhood, teaching myself how to drive a stick shift. So I got really confident driving by the time I turned 16, and getting my license was a piece of cake! For reals...
Anyways bitches, back to the story of when I turned 16. One weeknight about a couple of months after getting my license, I got off work around 9:00 pm at my part-time job (Furrs Cafeteria as a dishwasher = gross!) and got into my truck and started to head home. As I came to the intersection down the street, I stopped at the flashing red light and then started to proceed into the intersection when all of a sudden, I see a cop car flash his lights on behind me. The 5-0 pulls my ass over and starts to tell me that I didn't make a complete stop at a flashing red light. I'm still not sure if I did or didn't but whatever. But I'm so sure anyway, how dumb! Who fucking cares!? Uggh, obviously homeboy did so I basically I just sat there because I knew this asshole cop wasn't gonna let me get out of this without a ticket. So sure enough, he gave me a ticket and then tells me that I have to appear in court since I am under 18 and some other nonsense.
And then child, I go to court and of course, the judge was all telling me that I have to do one day of traffic school in order to get this violation taken off my record, so I do! So on one fine Saturday afternoon, I head to a full day of traffic school, which I couldn't even tell you what went on at class, because it was for days ago, but I am sure we watched some afterschool special driving scenario videos and whatnot. And then child, the instructor tells us that it's lunchtime and that we have an hour and to be back at 1:00. "No worries! I'll just cruise home to eat real quick and then head back"!, I said to myself. So I get into my awesome truck, and start heading to my casa. So I'm all in a good mood, and getting real close, let's say, about a block from my house, and what happens? Well child, I see a stop sign so I stop. Then I start to turn on my street, when all of a sudden, this viejo (old man) in his awesome brown 70's boat looking Ford Ltd comes cruising right up the street and, BOOM, I crash into his ass! And then child, I get out of my truck to see what damage there is, and of course, my left fender is all jacked up! I look at his car, and all I see is a broken turning signal lamp.. I'm so sure and of course this would happen... So what do I do? What any respectable teenager would do in my shoes. I basically pay the man off, and then child, I head back to traffic school all scared and shit that someone is going to find out! Nothing ever happens and I get my truck fixed later on.. And sure enough my friend can't stop laughing after I tell her.. It is actually pretty funny after all, ha?
So what is the moral of this story? Here are your choices:
A. Make a complete stop at a flashing red light.
B. Don't get a part-time job at Furr's Cafeteria.
C. Don't get in a car accident at lunch during traffic school..
D. Don't crash into a boat looking Brown 70's Ford Ltd.
More Automobile stories to come child.....
xoxo
Here is a picture of my Truck that I found online... Hilarical!
So ANYWAYS, picture this, it's the year 1993, and I just turned 16. Oh yeah, but wait I have to tell you this first. A couple of years before that, my parents bought a 1983 Yellow Nissan Truck for me to drive when I got my license. It had mag rims and a black tarp to cover the back. Did I mention it also had a sunroof! Totally ran that thing into the ground, but I will get to that later in another story, as there are many of them in this series. So on Friday nights when my mom would hit the town, and when my sister would head to some keg party at the clearing (explain that one later fo' sho' too, in the party series of short stories!), my 14 year-old ass would sneak the truck and go cruising around my neighborhood, teaching myself how to drive a stick shift. So I got really confident driving by the time I turned 16, and getting my license was a piece of cake! For reals...
Anyways bitches, back to the story of when I turned 16. One weeknight about a couple of months after getting my license, I got off work around 9:00 pm at my part-time job (Furrs Cafeteria as a dishwasher = gross!) and got into my truck and started to head home. As I came to the intersection down the street, I stopped at the flashing red light and then started to proceed into the intersection when all of a sudden, I see a cop car flash his lights on behind me. The 5-0 pulls my ass over and starts to tell me that I didn't make a complete stop at a flashing red light. I'm still not sure if I did or didn't but whatever. But I'm so sure anyway, how dumb! Who fucking cares!? Uggh, obviously homeboy did so I basically I just sat there because I knew this asshole cop wasn't gonna let me get out of this without a ticket. So sure enough, he gave me a ticket and then tells me that I have to appear in court since I am under 18 and some other nonsense.
And then child, I go to court and of course, the judge was all telling me that I have to do one day of traffic school in order to get this violation taken off my record, so I do! So on one fine Saturday afternoon, I head to a full day of traffic school, which I couldn't even tell you what went on at class, because it was for days ago, but I am sure we watched some afterschool special driving scenario videos and whatnot. And then child, the instructor tells us that it's lunchtime and that we have an hour and to be back at 1:00. "No worries! I'll just cruise home to eat real quick and then head back"!, I said to myself. So I get into my awesome truck, and start heading to my casa. So I'm all in a good mood, and getting real close, let's say, about a block from my house, and what happens? Well child, I see a stop sign so I stop. Then I start to turn on my street, when all of a sudden, this viejo (old man) in his awesome brown 70's boat looking Ford Ltd comes cruising right up the street and, BOOM, I crash into his ass! And then child, I get out of my truck to see what damage there is, and of course, my left fender is all jacked up! I look at his car, and all I see is a broken turning signal lamp.. I'm so sure and of course this would happen... So what do I do? What any respectable teenager would do in my shoes. I basically pay the man off, and then child, I head back to traffic school all scared and shit that someone is going to find out! Nothing ever happens and I get my truck fixed later on.. And sure enough my friend can't stop laughing after I tell her.. It is actually pretty funny after all, ha?
So what is the moral of this story? Here are your choices:
A. Make a complete stop at a flashing red light.
B. Don't get a part-time job at Furr's Cafeteria.
C. Don't get in a car accident at lunch during traffic school..
D. Don't crash into a boat looking Brown 70's Ford Ltd.
More Automobile stories to come child.....
xoxo
Here is a picture of my Truck that I found online... Hilarical!
Monday, November 19, 2012
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
The Design Series
Friday, November 16, 2012
First Short Story Child
Picture this, child, middle of October, 10:00 pm and I decide to hit the gym. I walk outside and realize its 70 degrees out, so I'm all saying and gay gasping to myself, "Hoagh forget the gym! I am totally going to go running along the east river down to Williamsburg bridge and back". So I do child and had a great run and of course totally feeling it with the nice weather, awesome views, nice surroundings, and of course my recently downloaded Nic Fanciulli podcast to jam to.
So anyways, on my way back up to midtown, my phone rings and it's my cousin so of course I answer it because she is on her way to NYC the following weekend and we have to get some details sorted and such. Last I remember is when I answered the phone I put my keys, which I had in my hands the whole time, in my pocket. So then I am all talking for about 10 minutes and when I hang up, I am for sure in a real good mood, because I am excited my cousin is coming for a visit! So I reach into my pocket and fuckin' hell, my keys are not there! And then child I reach around and find there is a hole in my pocket! Fuck!!!!! So I get into my building and go to my neighbors to see if I can crawl from his window onto the fire escape and just hopefully, hopefully, get to our bedroom window and open it and vuoila, I am in my apt. So after taking my neighbor's ac unit out of the window and crawling to the fire escape I try to push the window up and of course it is locked!! And then child I remember Jamie telling me "Make sure you keep the window to the fire escape locked so no one can break in." Yep.
So what do I end up doing you ask? I end up retracing my steps and scour with my phone flashlight the whole 4 miles of terrain that I ran on the east river! Mind you it's about midnight when I start to do this. Oh and did I mention my boyfriend, Jamie, is in India for two weeks and his keys are in the apartment on his dresser!? Ay ay ay. So then child, I never find the keys and by the time I make it back to my apartment and call a locksmith, It's 2:30 in the fucking morning, and I have a 9:00 meeting on a job site (I'm an Designer and Project Architect). So when Mr. Locksmith Rip Off shows up, its 3:30 in the morning now and there is homeboy drilling through my old lock and retrofitting me with a new one. Hundreds of dollars later and finally in my apartment, I take a shower, and go to bed at 4:30! Fucking hell I tell you....
So basically the moral of the story is, well you have 4 choices:
A. Always have a spare set of keys at your office or with a friend.
B. Don't lose your keys while your boyfriend is out of town.
C. Don't wear running shorts with a hole in the pocket.
D. Don't go running at night while your boyfriend is out of town..
And the downfall continues! More to come..........................Child
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