Salem Collo-Julin

Instamatic by Brian Bress:

I’m feeling like the guy at 1:12 right now:

but it’s going to be okay.

We closed down the old livejournal for Temporary Services and are now blogging about TS, Half Letter Press, and friends over by here.

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not-so-surprising keywords for August:

continually re-writing grocery lists

plastic black drugstore Filipino Grandpa sandals

Willie Nelson

big salads with almonds

victory laps

ten minutes of neatenin’ up every day

the Staple Singers

writing more than discussing

hugs not drugs (or smug lugs – pref. hugs from friends over 80 & under 2 y/o)

Cat Fancy

Tuvan singers

Edna St Vincent Millay

get on up and do it again, you can do it one more time:

Larry Levan:

Today, I will Stream of Consciousness post all day for my fiend Russell’s benefit & thought that others may like to see one side of our conversation in progress …

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JR, I can’t believe they allowed you to bring your computron with you. Is this some sort of spa experience that you were ashamed to be honest about? & what does it say about our friendship that you feel you would make more cool points with me by being at the Unlearning A Lifetime of Fun Program rather than by being at Canyon Hills Resting Spa Quarry for Lovely Ladies & Gentlemen? I mean, you are correct, but that is beside the point. Let’s make the most of it…S

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“This brief introductory letter may come to you as a big surprise, but I believe it is only a day that people meet and become great friends and business partners.” – spam

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I mean really explicit. (you should also check out Beer Can Hill’s interview series to give you insight on your new tattoo community!)

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“She also mentions a British Vogue feature on ‘new ways’ to carry your handbag (in your mouth? Up your butt?).“

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Cherry [my pet tortoise] is very much like my daughter; I’m very close with her. I’ve had her eight years. She’s not the brightest, but she knows me and we cuddle.  – Ron Jeremy

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Don’t even tell me we’re not going to rock! just help me build a playlist for a SLUDGE NIGHT. (ps we get to see these lovely ladies next week here in chgo, you should be jealous, mmhmm):

THE PACK A.D. (chgo readers contact me directly if you would like to go with, show is next monday night july 27 at that weird place across from tuman’s)

xox!

mm-hmm

sorry about the advertisement in the video, but –

– aw, shut up Al Green

dear russkie — we always fought & we always won. love always, salem

KH has advice that we should all follow, but from my outpost here in the outback I feel it’s better to wait and still be shy. To my 12-year-old self, I tousle the hair and mutter, “sorry, man, it never gets easier.” To my 80-year-old self, I stretch a little and say, “don’t worry, I’ll still make room for making memories and falling on my ass. just not this week.”

to the earth full of lovelies (including you)

from the salem who loves you back

(with guide-dance from 100 days of disco)

i say this with help from Julee

go here

& this (heard first in a tough but good movie I saw the other night, Samson & Delilah) with help from Charley Pride:

here’s an incredibly shaky video I made walking through the sculpture that we did an opinion poll about. If you go to youtube, you can check out another 3 second video to see the sculpture without much shaking. my youtube handle is “cappyore”. 

yesterday we took a “break” and went to Gould’s Book Arcade, which actually has around 20,000 books but probably more. It looks just like the drawing on their homepage, and made me mourn the loss of several overwhelming, owned-by-grumpies, beautifully crazy used bookstores in Chicago. I bought way too many books but most of them are gifts for some of you people reading this so you’ll just have to wait and see!

Two days ago we went to a zine fair at the Museum of Contemporary Art here in Sydney. Most of the booths were pretty good – picked up some disgusting horror comics (“These were banned by the Australian Post Office!” the woman behind the table smilingly said as though she was offering me cheese & crackers at the grocery store). Picked up a few things there too, more gifts.

Also got my hair cut by a lady who told me the following:

• “You are American. I can tell by your STRONG accent.” (sidebar — she had some sort of transylvania 6-500 thing going with her voice)
• “Why are you in Newtown (this was the neighborhood the shop was in — it’s one of those used to be but not so much now kind of ‘hoods)? There’s nothing but LESBIANS here.” (To which I replied, “Oh yeah, where?” and then she, without missing a beat, said, “They are EVERYWHERE.” and then looked quickly at the corner as though some sort of lesbian rat was going to scurry from the shadows.
• So then this guy comes in to get his hair cut and my haircutting lady and the other employee get all excited. Apparently, he is an actor on some local Sydney tv show. It’s as though he’s Linda Kohlmeyer or something, they are going nuts. and the haircutting lady says to me “Do you see a lot of CELEBRITIES in the states?” and I tell her my Oprah walking her dog story which is lame, because it’s basically, I was going into work late when I worked near Harpo and I say Oprah and a dog get into a limo and that’s that. And then my haircut got a little shorter than I expected because the TV guy started flirting with his hair cutting guy, and now, I have a boy haircut.

It’s actually not that short, I’m just going to have to Shane it up or something.

I feel that I need to annotate this to ’splain some pop culture refs -

KOHLMEYER: