cheap thrills

guys. guys. GUYS.

familiar with my obsession over DIY versions of the clothes I can't afford? no? do you know me AT ALL?!?!

next project! inspiro: 'Wright' dress, from Anthropologie

. $148 is too much for me to spend on a dress, but there's hope for me yet. I purchased a striped strapless dress, much like the Wright dress, and am currently creating stencils in the shape of old-timey planes. while on the anthro dress, the planes are embroidered on, I have no idea how to do that shit, so I'm just gonna spray paint and puff paint them on. and voila: a $30 version of my ideal spring dress. you're so jello you're like LIME GREEN JELLO right now.

pictures to follow shortly.

I think this might be the first post in the twenty-dime! starting this year off right with a salacious and outrageous and sonically amazing trip to the five boroughs. dopeshow. pictorials to follow. 2010, don't fail me like 2009.

pulling no punches.

what can I say? it was a good year for popular blogworthy music.

10. Girls, ALBUM
9. Neko Case, Middle Cyclone
8. Built to Spill, There Is No Enemy
7. Om, God is Good
6. A.C. Newman, Get Guilty
5. The Brother Kite, Isolation
4. Phoenix, Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix
3. Japandroids, Post-Nothing
2. Antlers, Hospice


1. Animal Collective, Merriweather Post Pavillion


HONORABLE MENTIONS: Dinosaur Jr, Farm; the xx, the xx; Bear In Heaven, Beast Rest Forth Mouth; Bon Iver, Blood Bank ep; Cass McCombs, Catacombs; Cursive, Mama I'm Swollen

sketchy mcsketchers

luff

you're not my dream girl

you're not my reality girl

you're my dreams come true girl

it's that time of year again! YEAR END LISTS! get 'em done.

huey lewis's 'sports'

somebody. let's talk about this game.

bor. rowed. time.

love shitty things? check out the David Bowie bootleg Dallas Moonlight. on April 27, 1983, Stevie Ray Vaughan joined Bowie on a soundstage in Texas to personally destroy 29 of Bowie's greatest hits. wherever you stand on the Bowie fence, I defy you to make it all the way through this “bluesified” version of TVC15 without shuddering your headphones off.

and before any of you try to deflect the trauma by making jokes about cocaine descisions (we've all been there), remember that Bowie’s coke phase was in the mid-70s and was more or less excellent. this has nothing to do with white lines and everything to do with smoking white grooves. if the breathy jazz version of Jean Genie doesn’t give you chills just wait for the monumental jizz-off at the end of Star.

I only care about matieral things

I know I'm on your christmas list.

Buy For Me Lovers



'cause life sucks kids: all up and down the dial

boyz

MARRY ME?

sigh.

I enjoy my little sister. she is funny. not the same sense of humor of me, but funny in a ditzy goofy way. abby has been an epic fail in the past 6 months (drug charges, dropping out of h.s., being PREGNANT), but today she gave me some much needed cheering up by being incredibly stupid.

she woke me up and begged me to go to the new chinese restaurant with her. apparently its the best. so because Im the best I took her over there to buy her sorry pregnant ass some lunch. as we were eating, she sneezed rather conspiculously, during which a huge amount of spit came out of her mouth and into her napkin. normally abby embarasses quite easily, but in this case she just laughed. my idiotic sister then proceeded to say that she thinks chinese people are robots. I repeat: she thinks chinese people, such as our waiter, are ROBOTS.



"I always forget they are like real people, I think of them as robots."

"that's disgusting, what the hell are you talking about?"

"I don't know, they look different and talk different. you just spilled food on yourself and you didn't seem ashamed either, so Im not alone"

"that's because I'm a fat pig not because I'm so xenophobic I believe non-Americans are ROBOTS."

so that's what a not-even-high school education will get you.

*I like being home, as a visitor. even just being in Maine for 2 days turns me into a backwoods lumberjack. no really, today I had to climb on a ladder in my backyard, and CHAINSAW some branches down. I was covered in sap and pinecones were everywhere. I also got wet, swung in a hammock, took dirty pictures on the home copier, and got some curtains.

*I also took painkillers for the first time in a year. ugh. I was hoping to never have to take them again. but I was in pain. I will be in pain for awhile. I am not myself and may never be again.

*coming from a small town can suck sometimes. I went to goodwill and then rite aid with my sister, and of course I see 2 guys I know. not just 2 guys I know, but one was the most genius guy ever, whom I graduated with and he went to harvard and once tried to kill himself. I avoided him so he didn't think I still lived here. much worse though, was the fact that the guy who rang me out at rite-aid was a guy from a neighboring high school whom I blew at a party after a long-term relationship ended when I was like, I dunno, 15/16? I don't think he recognized me. phew.

hold your horse is

well now that my brief blogging hiatus is over, be prepared for more trite personal comments and random online craporama.


Mat Riviere: lives in constant fear that the bottom of the range Yamaha sampler he got for his 15th birthday will one day just stop working.

d'ohin in the wind

real quick you guys:

***marge simpson is on the cover of november's playboy. oh great, so now I have to buy an issue of playboy. I love airbrushed, hairless vulvae and boobs with no aerolas for some reason. mmmm, aerolas. I guess it's in honor of the simpsons 20th anniversary. embarassing. at least I know there won't be those gross drawings of simpsons characters fucking that you see online sometimes. they always have bart and lisa doing some nasty shit in them too. like wanting to see cartoons fuck isn't perverted enough, you have to throw in a bit of incest. gross.

***new camera obscura album still on repeat. I repeat, still on repeat. dunno, wouldn't normally be my steez but it's like, all heartbroken and shit. also, rodrigio y gabriela, andrew w.k. and the girls album. omfg the guy from 'girls' is so fucking hot ohh i'm cominggggggg. ok then.

***people are getting excited for fridays again like they are 20 instead of 25. this is a great development!

***you are also one month closer to seeing my boobs in print, whaaaat

mmmm.....blog

*I deal with an insane amount of people on a daily basis. I am mentally collecting lots of gems that are uttered by our wonderful work clientele.

new favorite:
"so what do you do with all this stuff at the end of the night?:

"we donate it to a couple of homeless shelters in the area, like the salvation army, amos house, and crossroads."

"oh man......that's great, they are SO lucky, I can't believe it."

"um, not really..........they ARE homeless."

you know this was a man. and apparently in his eyes, overpriced organic pastries and breads make up for crippling unemployment and debt rates. cheers!

*life has been a million times better once I realized that my ex didn't actually love me. I believe he thought he did, at one point anyway, but once I look at the sum of all the parts, it's clear. and it gave me that extra push I needed to be so much better. aside from a solely physical attraction, there is really nothing attractive about him to me anymore. it's true that personality accounts for so much in chemistry, etc. it certainly sucks to feel like stuff meant a lot less than you previously thought, but again, people are what they are!

*there are certain albums/bands/songs that appeal to the broadest groups. every once in awhile, a band will blow up that everyone loves, from the annoying music snob to the guy who only listens to the radio at work. right now I feell that is Phoenix. you can hear their music on The Hills, the radio, being played at clubs by djs of all sorts, and in the headphones of people who have pitchfork as their homepage. bon chance, boys, je t'adore!

*Jennifer's Body is the most entertaining movie I've seen in awhile. I love Diablo Cody. ugh. she met her ex on a forum for Brian Wilson/Beach Boys super nerd fans. they traded bootlegs. she flew across the country. sigh.

more. later.

sosumi

welcome back.

oh hey, I finally got the daniel clowes tattoo I've wanted. the first page of enid, her walking, black and teal, on the back of my forearm.. yay! I haven't been doing too much out of the ordinary. working a lot, a couple profitable trips to foxwoods, planning a baby shower, a little modelling/photography projects, and a couple of the most fucked up dates of my life..

a customer at work brought in a huge box of books for me. the first one I picked up was a hardcover autobiography/memoir by LL Cool J. I immediately hung the cover up on my locker. the second book I picked up was that book, 'Johnny and his gun' or whatever, the book about WWI, where the solider has no arms, no legs, or anything like that, he's just a brain. I'm sure youve heard of this, FUCKING METALLICA DUDE...

to be continued..

deer blog

dear blog,

I wish I had more time for you.

love always,
katherine dubz

would you like a sausage

sometimes life pulls you in funny places.

sometimes it pulls you in 500 of them.

fair o rama

I went to the Skowhegan Fair tonight, one of the biggest fairs in redneck Maine. tally?

Pros:

*live animals: friggin' GIRAFFES just hanging out and you could feed them carrots, and they leaned down to LICK MY FACE with their black tongues, just like Ugg said on Salute Your Shorts. also, wallabys, kangs, and goats. a potent mix.

*native american products up the touch hole, bought a poncho (villa), friendship braclets for me and Mark D, and a bag

*FRIED DOUGH

*carnys. they have big hands and smell of cabbage.

*CONS

*getting my ass GRABBAZOIDED by a dirty redneck and having him smile at me when I yelled at him

*paying out the ass for everything

*no toucans this year :(

*seeing only wrestling and heavy metal band teeshirts

*flip flops on EVERYONE and dirty feet

all in all a great time. getting to first base with a giraffe makes me wanna freak panty drop.

speaking of, as you may know I am obsessed with Vice Magazine and particularly their photography. a particular photo set I emailed them, hoping to get into the magazine, GOT THEIR AT TENTION. I was emailed by them about possibly using a picture in a spread. YES. getting paid, gettin' PAID.

...

sitting silently in a car, after a wedding......

The red moon is rising behind you
The ocean is pounding away
I held up a light to the smoke but
The redness blows it away

And the night is cold
And the clouds go by
Tomorrow morning
I hope to be home
By your side

The riptide is pulling me under
I’m drifting, drifting away
Tomorrow the sun will be brighter
The water will rise and wash us away

But the stars are cold
And the air is bright
And I see you now
You shine like the steel on my knife
The darkness is wrapped all around me tonight

I miss you
I miss you there’s no one else
I do
I do

saturday night crap-o-rama