yay!
Angels of Swedenborg from culturehub on Vimeo.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Thursday, October 06, 2011
jobless...
i remember in the 1981 when my parents spent 5000 dollars on an apple IIe computer and all i did was stay home and write these programs in basic i would learn in magazines and it was the funnest shit ever. i had the gay pride apple sticker on everything back then. then i ended up working in technology and we were born in the same city and i did a buncha drugs and alt lifestyle and you fit in perfectly. i watch biographies about you and marveled at your tenacity for perfection. you were a mini hero in my life and i love you.
thanks for changing the world-
Wednesday, July 06, 2011
pootopes!
Thanks to the 100 Poos that made it out for Pootopia 2011. Pictures from the evening can be found at http://pootopia2011.shutterfly.com. Enjoy!
http://pootopia2011.shutterfly.com
Subject: A surprise party for Poo!
It’s OK to admit that you sometimes wish you were someone else. That you sometimes think, “if only I could be different.” I want thicker hair. I want to pull off ludicrously daring fashion choices. I want sun-kissed olive skin and ripped abs.
What you want, deep down in your subconscious, is to be Eugene the Poogene. And that’s ok, because dammit, that’s what we all want.
So what we have in the works, fellow Poogene-lovers, what I want to put before you at this moment, is an epic surprise party for Poo. A “Pootopia.” It’s apropos of nothing, which is the best way to execute a surprise. It’s not his birthday, or his anniversary, or anything like that. This is a party we’re throwing simply because we love that MF the way a fat kid loves cake.
What makes it even better is that we have an opportunity here to give Poo his idea of the ultimate gift: Being surrounded by a bunch of people that look exactly like him. How, you ask? By dressing like him. That’s the theme of the Pootopia. Come dressed as Eugene the Poogene.
The Poo of your soul
=
The Poo that lays hidden deep inside you
Let that inner Poo come out.
The details of Pootopia are these.
Fact: Pootopia begins on Friday June 24 at 8pm
Fact: Pootopia will be held at Tacombi (267 Elizabeth Street)
Fact: At Pootopia, we will all dress as Eugene the Poogene
Fact: At Pootopia, food and drinks will be served from taco trucks parked inside the venue
Fact: Poo will be escorted to Pootopia under the guise of a private dinner, and he will have no idea what awaits him
Fact: I will be texted upon Poo’s approach, so that everyone can start chanting “Poo Gene! Poo Gene!”, and he will hear it from way down the street, which will completely freak his s#$! out
Fact: I’ve sure I’ve left some important people off of this chain so please feel free to forward along the invitation to other Poogene lovers
Please let me know if you can make it/if you have any questions.
Be there.
Liana
http://pootopia2011.shutterfly.com
Subject: A surprise party for Poo!
It’s OK to admit that you sometimes wish you were someone else. That you sometimes think, “if only I could be different.” I want thicker hair. I want to pull off ludicrously daring fashion choices. I want sun-kissed olive skin and ripped abs.
What you want, deep down in your subconscious, is to be Eugene the Poogene. And that’s ok, because dammit, that’s what we all want.
So what we have in the works, fellow Poogene-lovers, what I want to put before you at this moment, is an epic surprise party for Poo. A “Pootopia.” It’s apropos of nothing, which is the best way to execute a surprise. It’s not his birthday, or his anniversary, or anything like that. This is a party we’re throwing simply because we love that MF the way a fat kid loves cake.
What makes it even better is that we have an opportunity here to give Poo his idea of the ultimate gift: Being surrounded by a bunch of people that look exactly like him. How, you ask? By dressing like him. That’s the theme of the Pootopia. Come dressed as Eugene the Poogene.
The Poo of your soul
=
The Poo that lays hidden deep inside you
Let that inner Poo come out.
The details of Pootopia are these.
Fact: Pootopia begins on Friday June 24 at 8pm
Fact: Pootopia will be held at Tacombi (267 Elizabeth Street)
Fact: At Pootopia, we will all dress as Eugene the Poogene
Fact: At Pootopia, food and drinks will be served from taco trucks parked inside the venue
Fact: Poo will be escorted to Pootopia under the guise of a private dinner, and he will have no idea what awaits him
Fact: I will be texted upon Poo’s approach, so that everyone can start chanting “Poo Gene! Poo Gene!”, and he will hear it from way down the street, which will completely freak his s#$! out
Fact: I’ve sure I’ve left some important people off of this chain so please feel free to forward along the invitation to other Poogene lovers
Please let me know if you can make it/if you have any questions.
Be there.
Liana
Saturday, June 25, 2011
pootopia
umm.
hi.
um. This probably isn’t going to make much sense to you, but I’m pretty sure I just woke up from what must have been a dream.
In this dream I was traipsing along Houston street with a couple of loved ones and we was just talking and laughing as good friends do. I began to feel good about myself. I began to feel so good about myself that as we hooked a left on Elizabeth st, I heard some voices in my head chanting “poogene! poogene! poogene!” I turned to my friends and was like, “do you hear that? do you hear the glorious narcissistic voices in my head too?”
my friend then opens up these enormous gates that swing wide open into an enchanted kingdom whereupon I encountered a sea of beautiful people that look like poogene with hair almost as good as poogene and they’re all chanting “poogene!” (lil’ self-indulge I know, but it’s my dream.)
The first thing that came to my mind was, “holy shit. taco’s. I’m starving”
but you guys wanna know what the second thing that came to my mind was?
I looked across the poogene sea and upon closer inspection I saw that inside of each “poogene with hair almost as good as poogene” was you all. and that there is what it is. If there’s any special sauce I am bringin to the table, it’s because of you guys. If I seem to be dancing on sunshine whenever you’re around, please understand that it’s because you’re around. It’s all this beautiful magical cycle that I refuse to take credit for because if I happen to light up a room by chance, it’s a direct cause and effect of how you make me feel. It’s very important that you know this. It’s going to be on the exam. So dig it-
I just love you so fucking much is all.
So when I saw you as all as poogene last night, it all made sense because what I really saw is that it’s all of you that make me who I am.
I’m so incredibly fortunate to have you all in my life and I don’t understand how it happened, but I promise to never take it for granted and I pray that it never stops.
thank you family. so much
eugene the poogene
ps- I ran to the bathroom, - and this is the strangest part of the whole dream. there were no mirrors… just so you know. if this was truly my dream. there would be mirrors.
Please don’t reply to this email. I’m still digesting.
hi.
um. This probably isn’t going to make much sense to you, but I’m pretty sure I just woke up from what must have been a dream.
In this dream I was traipsing along Houston street with a couple of loved ones and we was just talking and laughing as good friends do. I began to feel good about myself. I began to feel so good about myself that as we hooked a left on Elizabeth st, I heard some voices in my head chanting “poogene! poogene! poogene!” I turned to my friends and was like, “do you hear that? do you hear the glorious narcissistic voices in my head too?”
my friend then opens up these enormous gates that swing wide open into an enchanted kingdom whereupon I encountered a sea of beautiful people that look like poogene with hair almost as good as poogene and they’re all chanting “poogene!” (lil’ self-indulge I know, but it’s my dream.)
The first thing that came to my mind was, “holy shit. taco’s. I’m starving”
but you guys wanna know what the second thing that came to my mind was?
I looked across the poogene sea and upon closer inspection I saw that inside of each “poogene with hair almost as good as poogene” was you all. and that there is what it is. If there’s any special sauce I am bringin to the table, it’s because of you guys. If I seem to be dancing on sunshine whenever you’re around, please understand that it’s because you’re around. It’s all this beautiful magical cycle that I refuse to take credit for because if I happen to light up a room by chance, it’s a direct cause and effect of how you make me feel. It’s very important that you know this. It’s going to be on the exam. So dig it-
I just love you so fucking much is all.
So when I saw you as all as poogene last night, it all made sense because what I really saw is that it’s all of you that make me who I am.
I’m so incredibly fortunate to have you all in my life and I don’t understand how it happened, but I promise to never take it for granted and I pray that it never stops.
thank you family. so much
eugene the poogene
ps- I ran to the bathroom, - and this is the strangest part of the whole dream. there were no mirrors… just so you know. if this was truly my dream. there would be mirrors.
Please don’t reply to this email. I’m still digesting.
Thursday, May 05, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
die nasty
"The problem with beauty is that it's like being born rich and getting poorer."
-joan collins
"The beauty in love is not in the receiving but in the giving"
- i dunno was it really donal?
-joan collins
"The beauty in love is not in the receiving but in the giving"
- i dunno was it really donal?
save rays!
so today was my first day on the job! i put in about ehhh.... 3 solid hours at the legendary ray's candy store in the east village. i got to make egg creams, quick math, ice cream shakes, coffee, egg creams, cheese fries, deep fried oreos. everyone gets fries there. that is the big mover. it was pretty fun i must admit. i would say over the course of 50 people, 45 were interesting to talk to and 2 were stunning. the problem was that i have nice clothes and that place will make me smell like a deep fryer when i leave. billya showed me the ropes.
also hung out with my go to gal for the first time in two years. sweetheart. so glad she's not a hooker. it was crazy that i was so obsessed with her 4 years ago. we don't have much in common and now that i'm not as inspired by her like that anymore my shit must not be as funny so she yawns after about 3 hours with me.
hmm...
i was tight at rays today tho! there was old bay salt and i told them to old bay their parents. people asked me if they fry anything there and what i like to fry. i said since i was asian, i liked to fry kites.
hm.
g'nite!
also hung out with my go to gal for the first time in two years. sweetheart. so glad she's not a hooker. it was crazy that i was so obsessed with her 4 years ago. we don't have much in common and now that i'm not as inspired by her like that anymore my shit must not be as funny so she yawns after about 3 hours with me.
hmm...
i was tight at rays today tho! there was old bay salt and i told them to old bay their parents. people asked me if they fry anything there and what i like to fry. i said since i was asian, i liked to fry kites.
hm.
g'nite!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
wonder woman
it's totally like it. sick all day... quick fix makes me feel great for a minnit and then crash.
assive aggressive
oh man... this is going to be difficult. today is agaonizing. sleeping was nonexistent last night. i keep on stepping outside of myself and slapping myself telling myself to man the fuck up. nothing ever happened. it's amazing that i felt something after a very prologed numbness. i'm glad that the (somewhat crazy and destructive) passion still exists in me, i just uhh... wish direct it somewheres... pathetic. i think since i have to distance, i'll write over here where you can't see. like hidden on this public blog that is open to the world. i love you, mind... but sometimes you are evil. idjut.
Monday, March 07, 2011
the blue light was my lady, the red light was my mind....
i wanna listen to your music
i wanna play my music for you
i wanna take you down the coast of california and camp in big sur
i wanna run rocks with you in tuolomne meadows
i wanna sleep under the stars with you in yosemite
i wanna make fun of you
i wanna laugh with you all day all night, all the time
i wanna write magic with you
i wanna buy silly trinkets for you
i wanna meetcha to my mom
i wanna make stupid movies with you
i wanna take care of you
i wanna be taken care of by you
i wanna still look good for you while i still got it
i wanna see how this feeling that is foreign to me evolves
i wanna stay at home and cook food together
i wanna get high and go see art with you
i wanna see the world with you
i wanna read the paper with you while we eat the brunch that
i wanna make with you
i wanna pack lunches with you
i wanna ride bikes with you
i wanna kiss you soft
i wanna kiss you hard
i wanna explore new parts of the city with you
i wanna eat chinese food late at night with you
i wanna read books that you recommend
i wanna hear you say get over yourself
i wanna have you help me design my apartment
i wanna hear you tell me to clip my disgusting toenails
i wanna have you around to help tell me when to shower
i wanna just hang out around my house just being myself...
with you.
that kinda shit.
but doorknobs got in the way.
fuck.
i wanna play my music for you
i wanna take you down the coast of california and camp in big sur
i wanna run rocks with you in tuolomne meadows
i wanna sleep under the stars with you in yosemite
i wanna make fun of you
i wanna laugh with you all day all night, all the time
i wanna write magic with you
i wanna buy silly trinkets for you
i wanna meetcha to my mom
i wanna make stupid movies with you
i wanna take care of you
i wanna be taken care of by you
i wanna still look good for you while i still got it
i wanna see how this feeling that is foreign to me evolves
i wanna stay at home and cook food together
i wanna get high and go see art with you
i wanna see the world with you
i wanna read the paper with you while we eat the brunch that
i wanna make with you
i wanna pack lunches with you
i wanna ride bikes with you
i wanna kiss you soft
i wanna kiss you hard
i wanna explore new parts of the city with you
i wanna eat chinese food late at night with you
i wanna read books that you recommend
i wanna hear you say get over yourself
i wanna have you help me design my apartment
i wanna hear you tell me to clip my disgusting toenails
i wanna have you around to help tell me when to shower
i wanna just hang out around my house just being myself...
with you.
that kinda shit.
but doorknobs got in the way.
fuck.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
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