Thursday, March 24, 2011


JB's taken on "Something"

George's reaction:
Frank Sinatra, who sings it with his “Stick around, Jack,” says “Something” is the greatest love song of all time. He used to say it was the greatest love song of the year. Then the decade. So what he’s saying now is very nice… My personal favorite is the version by James Brown. It was one of his B-sides. I have it on my jukebox at home. It’s absolutely brilliant.

Pots and Pans - The Kills

The Kills - Pots And Pans by secatah

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Wa Wa

'to win friends and influence his uncle'


I dipped my hand into a sea to smell the salty marine life. As I inhaled it was the scent of fuel that overwhelmed my sinus. Could it have been the fragrance of smoked tobacco mixed with salt? The things we touch while in a rush left gassy slightly hollowed.

peanut butter honey

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Breakfast (or Brunch?)

"Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of traditionalized reverence that most people associate with Lunch and Dinner. I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home — and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert…. Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours and at least one source of good music…. All of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked."
- Hunter S. Thompson