My Lucky Crouton

Sometimes I miss my old Twitter avatar.

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 02:18:21 -0800

Sometimes I miss my old Twitter avatar.

nickdouglas: Jesus Venn diagram via Reddit

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 10:20:52 -0800

nickdouglas:

Jesus Venn diagram via Reddit

GPOYW with Chimichurri!

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 15:33:10 -0800

GPOYW with Chimichurri!

Old Bay pancakes? Yes.

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 08:18:22 -0800

My first Tumbl since July 31. Wow.

Put a little Old Bay seasoning into your pancake batter, then sprinkle shredda chedda and crumbled sausage or bacon ( OR BOTH! ) into the freshly poured batter.

Flip.

Bliss out.

lowindustrial: The Big Picture: Dive Right In. Skaneateles High...

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 16:40:32 -0700

lowindustrial:

The Big Picture: Dive Right In.

Skaneateles High School graduates jump into Skaneateles Lake after their graduation ceremony in Clift Park in Skaneateles, New York on Sunday, June 28, 2009. Jumping in the lake at the end of the graduation ceremony is a yearly tradition for graduates.

(AP Photo/The Post-Standard, Nicholas Lisi)

Full of goodness and light

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 05:34:35 -0700

Full of goodness and light:

My new discovery of today is Maira Kalman. I will wait to read each of these, one a day, so as to prolong the beauty and wonderful feeling I get when viewing these.

Bath, by Carl Sandburg

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 05:09:00 -0700

sniffyjenkins:

…

A MAN saw the whole world as a grinning skull and cross-bones. The rose flesh of life shriveled from all faces. Nothing counts. Everything is a fake. Dust to dust and ashes to ashes and then an old darkness and a useless silence. So he saw it all. Then he went to a Mischa Elman concert. Two hours waves of sound beat on his eardrums. Music washed something or other inside him. Music broke down and rebuilt something or other in his head and heart. He joined in five encores for the young Russian Jew with the fiddle. When he got outside his heels hit the sidewalk a new way. He was the same man in the same world as before. Only there was a singing fire and a climb of roses everlastingly over the world he looked on.

…

insooutso: Check out the cop-like concentration. Cheersing at 10...

Thu, 30 Jul 2009 17:54:21 -0700

insooutso:

Check out the cop-like concentration. Cheersing at 10 and 2.

via the official

Fuck Yeah Brews over Bru-Haha.

jonathaneunice: Sexy Sex Thursday: I’m Not Sure Why I Like It...

Thu, 30 Jul 2009 17:37:55 -0700

jonathaneunice:

Sexy Sex Thursday: I’m Not Sure Why I Like It Either, But I Do Edition

(via weardrobe : the coveted)

Obviously Jean Debuffet. Beautifully obvious.

Hi Mom. Nice to meet you.

Thu, 30 Jul 2009 17:23:02 -0700

Back in 1992, for bizarre reasons I won’t go into now, my mother and I became inextricably estranged. This sucked for me.

Years go by, a bus and butt load of drama occurs, and in 2004 I learn that my mom has some bad-ass cancer going on inside her. BAD-ASS.

Since we’re estranged, I can only glean facts from both common friends and common enemies. This sucked for me.

Mom smoked since she was 14, and now at 69 years of age she was being scolded by her body.

The cancer was visciously in her tongue and throat, so they cauterized her mouth shut. She was being fed through a tube into her stomach. Her mouth was now a cave more than a portal. There was no way anything in her mouth could get into her stomach without being removed, pureed, and fed through the tube.

Anyhoo.

Moons waxed and waned and finally my mother came to find herself in a hospital room with many tubes and digital alarms keeping bored nurses aware of her diminishing condition.

Only then did I get the call.

I was filled in by a family friend who couldn’t believe I had yet to be summoned.

Regardless of the estrangements monumentality, I of course absconded from whatever responsibility I held and made my way towards my mother. I found her in this sewn shut state, and oddly, found her silence most golden. Her severe sarcasm, and judgment, now mute and utterly feckless.

Irony, justice, yup.

She could only communicate via a type-pad, and she was inept at its facility.

I could finally overcome her fast and deadly wit via the pains of her techno-expression.

As it turned out, she had also grown weary of her constant scorn, and this went noticed without either of us having to notice.

Fast-forward through some truly beautiful moments and a few WTF moments with my brother and his “family”, and I find myself alone with my mother and her type-pad voice-coder.

“Mom, I don’t care what happened before, I love you, and I’m sorry it all went down this way.”

“I’m sorry too.”

“I always tried my best to love you, but I failed somehow.”

“You didn’t fail, I did.”

And for the first time in 21 years I was given a “pass” by my mom. Holy fuck.

Tears like Yosemite Falls in spring.

The rest goes by in great detail but I will spare you the minutae.

My mom, as myself, were/are both neurotic, and those skins of mis-perception fall away as one dies.

By the time my mom was on her last breaths, she was naked and alive. Her soul bare to others and honest in a way never before seen by friends or family.

She was herself for the first time in many decades.

She was awesome. And a real riot. She was tender, gracious, and funny for the first time that I had ever seen. She was also a bit prescient with an air of “wise” I had never seen before.

In short: all of her neuroseses were laid to rest and the real woman came to be. Her body knew there was no more time to bullshit, and so her true self came to shine and take center stage. Fuck mom. Where have YOU been?

She was awesome.

And in those fleeting moments ( epiphany seems always fleeting ) I saw my mom, seemingly for the first time. I loved who this woman was, who she had come to be.

She had few final breaths, but I managed to tell her during those: “Hi Mom. Nice to meet you.”

Honered and shit

Thu, 30 Jul 2009 16:25:06 -0700

So like -m- this certain -a- someone -y- has started following my -j- Tumblr, and -a- like I’m totally -h- onered and shit.

nickdouglas: Ode to the Indie by Ellen & Brett: The Rotten...

Thu, 30 Jul 2009 16:09:48 -0700

nickdouglas:

Ode to the Indie by Ellen & Brett: The Rotten Tomatoes Show

King of the indie movie music parodies! THIS IS THE ONE TO WATCH TODAY

Yeah Nick. pretty much.

crankiestpants: I just let out a squee of excitement! I’m...

Thu, 30 Jul 2009 15:31:08 -0700

crankiestpants:

I just let out a squee of excitement!

I’m happy for you sweetie, but some of us have been hip to you for over a year.

Just saying.

Where are my post cards? Don’t mean to sound whiney, but...

Thu, 30 Jul 2009 14:45:44 -0700

Where are my post cards?

Don’t mean to sound whiney, but every trip to the mail box is another little let down.

Boo hoo.

Thanks to Theresa! She knows why.

I missed two out of 90 questions, and I know exactly which two...

Thu, 30 Jul 2009 14:29:44 -0700

I missed two out of 90 questions, and I know exactly which two they were. Vague, bizarre questions.

No matter, I am officially a trainer in Food Safety, which will scare the bejeezus out of my friends who have seen my stove top.

Brunettes. Brunettes in bath tubs. S’cuse me a minute.

Thu, 30 Jul 2009 13:38:00 -0700

Brunettes.

Brunettes in bath tubs.

S’cuse me a minute.

YES

Sat, 25 Jul 2009 20:11:21 -0700

sugar-hips-ramblings:

-Because of Our Wisdom-

In many parts of the world water is
Scarce and precious.

People sometimes have to walk
A great distance

Then carry heavy jugs upon their
Heads.

Because of our wisdom, we will travel
Far for love.

All movement is a sign of
Thirst.

Most speaking really says,
“I am hungry to know you.”

Every desire of your body is holy;

Every desire of your body is
Holy.

Dear one,
Why wait until you are dying

To discover that divine
Truth?

(“The Subject Tonight is Love” - Hafiz)

YES!

TRUMANG

Fri, 24 Jul 2009 21:32:44 -0700

is the name of my new band.

Get The Fuck Off The Beach hits stores early Fall.

Look for the single “Auto-Correct” September 9th.

Until this awesome tsunami of rock hits your shores; stay the fuck off the beach.

-The swells are listening.

Dear Tumblr. Here is one pound of smoked bacon ground up into...

Fri, 24 Jul 2009 18:53:53 -0700

Dear Tumblr.

Here is one pound of smoked bacon ground up into one pound of ground chuck. Add veggies, sage, and other spices, and you have a heart-shaped meat loaf.

Die happy, bitches.

lilykily: This. Never seen this pic before of him. K.C....

Fri, 24 Jul 2009 18:36:07 -0700

lilykily:

This.

Never seen this pic before of him.

K.C. admired Mudhoney, but was never a member. I have a friend who knew a friend named Kurt.