Canvas bags regularly spill out onto my kitchen floor. What am I supposed to do with all these bags?
What the hell am I supposed to do with all these canvas bags piling up underneath my sink? No faster do I give them away to some charitable organization than they pile up again. That space under my sink could be used for so many other things (unused flower pots for instance, or spare decorative rocks) – but all that ends up there are these damn bags. I open the cabinet door and they literally spill onto the floor. I stuff one into the other and make big balls of them, try to forget about them, but I know they’re there, cluttering up my tiny San Francisco apartment. What am I suppose to do with all these? Is canvas biodegradable?
Due to popular demand by director Fucky Kozak I somewhat proudly present Skipping Special Time, a pretty ridiculous short filmed on the shores of Tel Aviv, Israel.
We went for a summer hike in the Sierras recently. On the second half of our loop we found the trail covered in snow. We walked downhill like this for about a mile, slipping and sliding the whole way. It was great fun and very funny when one of us fell (as you shall see). The noise in the background is the sound of rushing melt-off water not far from us. We eventually reached the woods where the snow ended and we realized we were totally lost.
The old Indian name for Mount Rainier was Tacoma. That’s how Tacoma the city got its name. So says A.Z.Z., who was once described by someone to someone else on the phone as, “a guy who knows a lot of stuff.” And where does this guy live, you may ask? Tacoma. He is a homeowner in Tacoma. Would you like to see his place? Just follow me on this virtual tour of his humble tree-house like house, in Tacoma. Sorry, no pictures of the garage. It was a total mess. Visit again soon for a video tour of the basement.
Despite the economic downturn employment rates in Siberia have remained strong, a Russian finance committee reported recently. Siberia remains a magnet for those in the labor market, a true beacon for all types who for one reason or another are destined to break rocks or shovel. In fact, the report stated, the Siberian work camp sector has grown steadily since the early nineteenth century, with only a slight drop in the number of workers following the Bernard Madoff scandal.
The camps recently have attracted former citizens of the Soviet Union, both young and old, male and female, as well as former Russian oil tycoons and entrepreneurs – a testament, according to Russian officials, of Siberia’s breadth of opportunity and economic diversification.
“There’s something for everyone here, and a real opportunity for advancement” says ninety-two year old Vlado S., who refused to give his full name in order not to risk his worker benefits, such as a blanket and spoon. “I started off carrying buckets eighty three years ago and now I slice turnips. The unemployed in Moscow would beg me for this job.”
The committee is set to release the second part of its report, which will focus on efforts to financially restructure the once lucrative but now tottering Gulag system, early next winter. There is one early sign of what the report may have to offer. “The Russian Gulag system is fundamentally sound,” said one committee official who demanded anonymity because of the government prohibition to discuss anything.
I was thinking about the ten commandments the other day and got to wondering…Why is there one commandment forbidding adultery and another forbidding men to covet their neighbor’s wife? Perhaps a waste of tablet space? If there’s hell to pay for adultery, then it stands to reason that a dude is better off not even thinking about it. And if we’re not even allowed to think about it, why the prohibition against coveting your neighbor’swife? Because what if you’re out of town on business? And what if your neighbor has a friendly unmarried sister?
I couldn’t help but hearing over the noise of this crowded restaurant what a problem you’ve been having with lactose. I just want you to know how sorry I am, especially since – as you just mentioned – you enjoyed ice cream so much as a child. The nice looking people at your table seem very sympathetic, like me. I’m sure they appreciate, like I do, that you’re able to relate these tough facts of life with a gentle sense of humor and amusement, while we eat. Though I’m not with you and your friends over there, I’m getting to know you anyway; the way, for instance (and I love that you can say it with a smile), yogurt and milk make your sphincter convulse. Your friends are nodding now and I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I’m sure they’re praising your bravery under such adverse medical circumstances, and doing all they can to learn from your experiences.
In how many ways can the Israeli political system be facocked? Lots! What fun it was to be in the holy land last week for the general election and see all the shenanigans up close! Holocaust survivors teaming up with pot-smokers, blatant rip-offs of Obama tag lines, and penis references galore!
I hope you enjoy this slideshow of many of the colorful and not so witty political ads fashioned around Tel Aviv prior to the election. Just click here or on the image and select the ’slideshow’ option on the top left.
And remember, at least it’s a facocked democracy and not, say, a functioning dictatorship.
The stuff art is made of: To create the sculpture Brinks used chips, almonds, human hair, egg shells, and other compostable items.
Chicagoland Area garbage artist Leon Brinks has created the first sculpture made entirely of compostable material. Made of rotting vegetables, empty milk cartons, and other compost-friendly items, the piece, standing at over forty-feet high with no discernible shape, was dedicated today by a community ceremony in the Waukegan, Illinois parking lot of the local Tire Zone. ”I usually work with normal garbage, which I always appreciated for its strength and stability. But environmental issues are on everyone’s mind, so compost art is now cutting edge,” says Brinks. ”The role of garbage is really changing in today’s art world.” Tire Zone has agreed to host the new sculpture until it either sells or is eaten by birds.
The camps recently have attracted former citizens of the Soviet Union, both young and old, male and female, as well as former Russian oil tycoons and entrepreneurs – a testament, according to Russian officials, of Siberia’s breadth of opportunity and economic diversification.
I couldn’t help but hearing over the noise of this crowded restaurant what a problem you’ve been having with lactose. I just want you to know how sorry I am, especially since – as you just mentioned – you enjoyed ice cream so much as a child. The nice looking people at your table seem very sympathetic, like me. I’m sure they appreciate, like I do, that you’re able to relate these tough facts of life with a gentle sense of humor and amusement, while we eat. Though I’m not with you and your friends over there, I’m getting to know you anyway; the way, for instance (and I love that you can say it with a smile), yogurt and milk make your sphincter convulse. Your friends are nodding now and I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I’m sure they’re praising your bravery under such adverse medical circumstances, and doing all they can to learn from your experiences.
