a bile of words

to jump right into the exciting mix: i'm having a half-assed facebook conversation with my good friend who is currently residing in peru. i say half-assed because the interface keeps cutting out, letting him only say something before he has 'disconnected', so since we are both asses, there is only one ass butting into the discussion. it's like a hit-and-run chat, a la : 'hey dude , what's up???? *immediately disconnects*' . life 2.0; the world isn't prepared for this.

it's about to hit 4:20pm and i have nary a day to smoke grass anyway. instead, i'm editing my japanese supervisor's grant proposal, which is a huge deals. tmyk (the more you know), english-speaking japanese people have a penchant for pluralizing words that aren't normally pluralized. add an 's' to your favorite catchphrase and you might have just started a new, racially-insensitive meme / phenomenon.

aaand here's some pics from the weekend:



tina weymouth of talking heads , now w/ tom-tom club . i could tell she was really old, but her personality / bass-dance reminded me of a cool, old aunt that still loves to Funk The Fuck Out.



this was in a bathroom of some lavish-type bar that i stumbled into. my friend said that the blue velvet room - unrelated to the david lynch movie , fortunately - in the back was reserved for the 'in-the-knows'. i tried to sneak in, but i ended up walking toward a mirror; i was inebriated to the point where i thought he (me) was welcoming me in, and i turned left toward a light, but the light was in the streets, outside of the bar.