We park and unload.
Including Steve, I know four of these 15 people. The rest I’ve met in the last 24 hours or am meeting for the first time here in the dirt. We’re unloading mountain bikes with ridiculously oversized tires designed to excel at riding in snow and sand; slathering hairy knees and ears and backs of the necks with basically white paint from a tube of SPF-40 sunscreen. Hopping from one foot to the next, crushed shoe to crushed shoe, some of us undress, throwing cutoff cords with thready hems, stretch-woven cargo shorts and Levis into piles of brightly colored and garishly logoed Lycra and wool. We’re holstering Smith & Wesson Magnum .44s; starting, finishing and starting one-more-for-the-road Pabst tallboys; relocating bootlegged Ray-Bans and various yellow and orange interchangeable polarized lenses; filling up reservoirs, bladders and water bags; attaching fully overloaded panniers; and, because it’s the high desert in spring, bungeeing down denim outerwear and dodgy fleece hats.
With everything on it that I need to eat and drink and provide shelter, my borrowed bike, a battleship-gray Pugsley, weighs 104 pounds. As I do my own last-minute preparations—loading, fastening, unloading and reloading—I remind myself that Steve has ridden most of this route several times before and flown over as recently as last week the sections he hasn’t. Beer has been buried in the sand next to the tree by the rock miles ahead and is waiting this very minute for our thirsty arrival—an inspired, cold-blooded act illustrating a commitment to getting fucked up like I’ve literally never seen or experienced before. Water from rivers and springs will be available along the way to filter and safely drink. We have a map. And we have bikes and guns and one another. I’m not worried exactly, but I’m anxious. These people are practiced in the art of apocalypse. I can tell from their eccentric costumery—their cowboy-buckle amulets, their secondhand talismans and their less-ness, their can-do-just-fine-without-it-ness—that these are next-level, though infinitely humble, outdoorspeople.
More at Wend Magazine.
http://www.wendmag.com/magazine/05-04/apocalypse
Gorillaz video for the song On Melancholy Hill created by Chateau Bezerra.
Chateau Bezerra
http://createandconsume.com
Showpaper presents:
“THE COMMUNITY SERVICED”: 12 public space Showpaper newspaper boxes
Sunday November 14, 2010 at 7pm - 10pm
at The Showpaper 42nd st Gallery
217 East 42nd st (btwn 3rd and 2nd ave)
Curated by: Andrew H. Shirley
“The Community Serviced” showcases 12 uniquely produced Showpaper newspaper boxes designed by 24 artists. After the opening night, the works will be placed around the city to serve the community both as public art pieces as well as an expansion of Showpaper’s distribution network of their bi-monthly publication.
On Sunday November 14, 2010 at 7pm please join us at 217 East 42nd st (between 3rd and 2nd ave) for the send off of these public works of art.
Charlie Ahearn and Parakeets will be providing music.
Showpaper is a non-for-profit organization committed to establishing a greater network of emerging young artists and musicians throughout the tri-state area. In conjunction with providing a database of more than 50 show spaces for young performing artists and a comprehensive listing of over 300 all ages music events every two weeks, each issue has a full color print by a current and upcoming artist.
Cerebral Ballzy is on tour until a while from now in Europe. Check out the poorly copied tour dates below, or just go to their myspace page.
| Nov 9 2010 | 7:00P |
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| Nov 24 2010 | 10:00P |
http://whatthefuckhasobamadonesofar.com
Want to know what Obama has been up to? What The Fuck Has Obama Done So Far? lists a whole bunch of stuff that makes it seem like Obama is doing stuff with his presidency. It's almost like if we aren't at war there's a whole bunch of other things to work on that happen to be a little further out of the eye of the public and media.
The Goode Family by Mike Judge (Beavis and Butthead, Office Space, King of the Hill)
Already canceled unfortunately, but the 13 episodes that are out there (all on YouTube) are tops. In the one above, the Goode family's daughter Bliss is given community service to clean up graffiti. The town is free of it though. Wanting her daughter to learn a lesson, Helen heads out tagging at night, and quickly becomes addicted.
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