truly truly, what i want you'll want later

sometimes when i say things to people i surprise myself with my intellect. i say things and opinions and arguments and statements that are so valid and legitimate and it surprises me because i didn't even know i thought these things or had these opinions but i guess it's because no one asked. i sometimes think i speak faster than i think so my thoughts are created before i can even comprehend or accept the fact that that's my fact. it needs stimulation sometimes, and sometimes it needs initiation. it's like the difference between writing with pen and paper and typing your writing on a computer or typewriter. if you write it with pen and paper your mind is going faster than your hand so you have time to edit as you go but if you try to write something through typing that's not just rerecording and is creating it's so different because it feels like you're in a different state, kind of being directed by this weird connection...fingertip-key-paper equals more transition and more room for the original thought to alter.
whatever, i wrote this a week ago when i was fucked and i'm rereading it now, hating but not editing.
if anyone read more than they couldn't ignore i'd write more.
you have to choose to read something, you can't help but read images if they're in your immediate view. that's why big fonts work best, cause even if you try to look at a sign as shapes you can't not read what it's saying cause the shapes associate with letters that associate with sounds and their arrangement associates with words you can recognize. that's what bugs me, how i can't not be exposed to messages and advertising but the fine print i'd have to want to read it and take initiative to read it. if all signs were in a smaller font, you could select what you'd want to be exposed to. but i guess being exposed to things we wouldn't choose to learn about can help add knowledge of culture - positive or negative - and keep us aware and unhappy.
what if i don't want to see GUESS? BY MARCIANO when i'm looking at a bus and all i want to see is the side of a bus. product knowledge, even of crap, can help make your product, or not product but anything you do,create,shit be more defined, cause it reflects what you like cause you found out about shit you liked but it also doesn't have crap cause you unwillingly got exposed to crap and learnt what you don't like and what you definitely should not be doing.
guess? ads are a key factor in good art cause it's deliberately not present.
regardless, ratios of material we're exposed to seriously needs to be evaluated, cause if all we see on buses,billboards,magazines is crap, if we don't now there's more than crap existant cause crap is all we see all we can use is the best crap. currently what's neccessary is exposure to the oblivious masses to uncrap - not neccessarily amazingness, but just an alternative to the absolute worst - cause maybe then our crap will be not as crappy, but just boring and not painfully confused.
whatever, i've been thinking a lot about the economy and don't even get me started. plus i can't type cause i have a ghetto american flag french manicure fake pinky nail.

i'm gonna add some photos from kasia's camera in another post.
keep spending you fear following penny pinchers.

a collection of selections II

en plus...

a collection of selections I

there are many photos, but i'll break them up in a few posts.
all from kasia's camera... photos by kasia, tyler, and me... but i couldn't tell you who took what.
















p.s. i saw bob dylan tonight and my life is now pretty complete. i balled my eyes out during the times they are a changing.
you had to be there.

also

conservative pizza

they made a conservative headquarters on granville st at smithe or nelson or something like that (which i think is the fucking stupidest location ever) and i was walking by today and some guy with a conservative shirt, not even a t-shirt but a golf shirt with a collar and everything with that stupid C on it was walking up to their headquarters for global suckamation with two pizzas from numero uno in his hand to feed the reptilians and i said "woah conservative pizza" and he looked at me funny (probably trying to visually undress me cause he's a deprived pastor's child -- and yes i have unfounded hate for all and any conservatives) and i replied to his unpleasant look with "OH what does it have no jalepenos?" ... i thought it was quite clever and possibly one of the best non-poop jokes i've made in a while.
anyways, here's another picture of a man showing his sensitive side by holding a kitty.
by the way, does holding kitties instantly trigger a harmless, sensitive, compassionate image in peoples' minds? why the fuck would they go through the trouble of staging a photo shoot of this idiot holding a defensless kitty. he probably materialized the kitty in an underground conservative party laboratory kitty-like making sector that creates cute kitties made of prostitutes' bus fares and immigrants' welfare cheques and other invalids who suck up our hard earned money.. making this cute fucking kitty to show you, hell, he's just like us! he likes to pet kitties too. fuckers.

kasia kasia

kasia's picture from dissault clothing in bc fashion week 2008.
gorg-e-usssssss, c'est vrai?

kasia's camera

life's consistently exciting redundancy.
i'm in school now for fashion merchandising, and i'm really enjoying it.
it's a lot better than ubc, for one, and also i'm stoked that it can possibly give me something to do that has more potential to actually result in anything.
anywho, posting pics from kasia's camera.
mark, if you're reading this: i miss you, how's new york? call me.
love, your resident phillistine.

where have all the good times gone

again, i have been pretty lathargic and out of touch with pretty much everything. i'm sure there's a couple wars going on, some kind of major economic disaster looming, and some greatly important fashion innovation i am unware of because i've been so preoccupied with nothingness.
anywho, anyone want to update me?
i think fashion week just passed ... i'll check the shows and talk about why they all suck later.
for now, pictures from my thrift store digital camera!!
darren's back by the way.. YAY.















and this is my favourite peice i've done... "apostles without makeup"

alive barely

still around. keep "you" entertained.
some stuff from lately:




kathy, kathy, tyler, tyler

slowly surely

less posting cause i've just been trying to get my life in a nice rythym.
i'm thinking about seriously doing something instead of talking and talking about what i could do and what i should do and what i'm capable of doing - not only capable, but more capable than the people who are doing it right now. i came to the conclusion that no matter how much i think i'm better than the people who have these art shows and magazines and dj these shows and make these videos and make these pictures and have these stores, at least they're fucking doing it and not just talking about it and talking about how they can do it way better.
so i want to make a magazine, but actually make it.
any ideas for names? my suggestion is intervention.
love

photocopy

Sometimes when it doesn't work
you have to do it again

moon balloon

sooo
i moved, no internet there (yet) so i have to come to blenz to get any internet access but it's restricted to two hours at a time.... pure cruelty.

so, as soon as i have anything interesting to say, i will say it. or something.

LOVE

philip michael thomas

so i don't know if you guys know my obsession with miami vice.
tubbs, or philip michael thomas, had a music career during the peak of his miami vice fame that turned out horribly amazing. i've been watching this video three or four times a day. i hope this doesn't ruin miami vice for you guys...
watch philip michael thomas' just the way i planned it many many times.
just a little love from me to you.... joo got it mannn?

Love From Kathy's Birthday

Hi Kathy, it's Tyler.
This is the missing Scott&Kasia photo from your birthday

ch ch ch changes

so i'm in the proccess of adding more posters on the blog.
so far, tyler is the newest addition.
more coming, loves.

linkity linkity stinkity dinkity frinkity mcdickity

check out mark's blog. it's alright, i guess... if he talked to me anymore it would be better.
i am challenging mark - on the internet, for all to see - to a blog off. you are an ugly poo-poo head and i wish that all your ugly poo clothes you got from holt renshitcock fade in the washing machine and next time you go to paris you'll be detained at customs for smuggling drugs because somehow an eightball of coke was found by those crazy drug smelling dogs sewn in your rick owens jacket i really like and that you carelessly left unattended at my house that one time and then you'll go to guantonomo bay because not only are you smuggling but you called the white house and said that you may or may not have put a time controlled explosive in a fan letter to the president because no one fucks with JEN HSU and also kathy rules so maybe you should start listening to what she says more often cause really, she's dope shit...cause THEN you'll have a reason to not call me you idiot.

mark, you have publicly been challenged to call me. i love you i miss you i have a present for you. is that incentive enough?

anyway, check out his blog. it's dope shit. DOPE SHIT.

and here's a picture of marky mark when he used to let me feed off his greatness.

cry if i want to cry if i want to

mitch and melissa threw me the best birthday party ever. we only invited like ten people but the house ended up being packed with about a hundred. a few people were at the wrong party, but it was all cool. we made a bonfire out of christmas lights they had gathered (a la kathy july 2007) and i got a birthday cake with hello kitty on it and it said "suck coke for cock bitch" which goes to show that my friends are better than yours.
here are some pictures. unfortunately the pictures i took got exposed, so we only got tyler's... which means no pictures of the cake. but i assure you, there was one.










and a picture of me and sharona just cause...