sen is a slut and if your picture is not in here that means you haven't slept with him yet so better get on it.

dylan simon worked at the grocery store down the street from my old house in berkeley. it was called 'berkeley bowl' because it used to be a bowling alley and it was legendary for having seven different kinds of cabbage, an extremely generous olive bar and labor strife. he stood behind the bulk weigh counter and girls oohed and aahed at his lanky vegan limbs and disheveled hair all day. i had first met him because he knew my old roommate matt at fenwick and slept on our couch a couple of times. then he rode his bike to hang out at my oakland house on idaho street with walker and amal and i would run into him at shows. i remember everyone screaming 'kitchencore!!' in his packed living room one sweaty summer night to nick's roommate stevie's friend kyle's band the insurgent while being videotaped and wearing what walker called my "waitress uniform." i doubt he remembers that. here in new york i've met someone who could be his doppleganger (or arch enemy!). maybe the city just has me seeing old faces in new people. i always loved his tatoos, especially tofu for life. so he let me take some pictures of them, and here they are.

different kinds of cabbage, an extremely generous olive bar and labor strife. he stood behind the bulk weigh counter and girls oohed and aahed at his lanky vegan limbs and disheveled hair all day. i had first met him because he knew my old roommate matt at fenwick and slept on our couch a couple of times. then he rode his bike to hang out at my oakland house on idaho street with walker and amal and i would run into him at shows. i remember everyone screaming 'kitchencore!!' in his packed living room one sweaty summer night to nick's roommate stevie's friend kyle's band the insurgent while being videotaped and wearing what walker called my "waitress uniform." i doubt he remembers that. here in new york i've met someone who could be his doppleganger (or arch enemy!). maybe the city just has me seeing old faces in new people. i always loved his tatoos, especially tofu for life. so he let me take some pictures of them, and here they are.

it was fun. i feel like i'm spelling everything wrong all over the place.

necking
snowsuit
japanther
tender wizards
Aa

a summary:
i wasnt able to take photos of all the bands, so only necking, tw & Aa are here. but everyone was great and everyone seemed to be happy and enjoyed themselves. except for the girl who threw beer at her boyfriends face (i've become totally obsessed w/ this story and have told and retold it countless times already). her words, loud and alot, were: "you fucked up! you fucked up! yes, you fucked up!" we guesstimated at what terrible calamity could have befallen this girl and her lover. jpnther ian mused: chill the fuck out (wait that wasnt musing!). i speculated that perhaps he had impregnated another less fallow female. our friend rafie arrived late b/c he was at the zoning meeting (of all meetings to arrive late from) and heard her scream: "you put your tongue in her!" oh. our goddamn rattlesnake aka jay skin says: "maybe he thought she was an ice cream cone." and what about that great dog! i wish i could take that dog with me for a month at bard. then i would truly stretch the limits of my skin and possibly burst with happiness. doggles aka pupples and oso, together roaming with me, spade and trowel in my hand, digging for fire and spearing for trees.

tender wizards
Aa

a summary:
i wasnt able to take photos of all the bands, so only necking, tw & Aa are here. but everyone was great and everyone seemed to be happy and enjoyed themselves. except for the girl who threw beer at her boyfriends face (i've become totally obsessed w/ this story and have told and retold it countless times already). her words, loud and alot, were: "you fucked up! you fucked up! yes, you fucked up!" we guesstimated at what terrible calamity could have befallen this girl and her lover. jpnther ian mused: chill the fuck out (wait that wasnt musing!). i speculated that perhaps he had impregnated another less fallow female. our friend rafie arrived late b/c he was at the zoning meeting (of all meetings to arrive late from) and heard her scream: "you put your tongue in her!" oh. our goddamn rattlesnake aka jay skin says: "maybe he thought she was an ice cream cone." and what about that great dog! i wish i could take that dog with me for a month at bard. then i would truly stretch the limits of my skin and possibly burst with happiness. doggles aka pupples and oso, together roaming with me, spade and trowel in my hand, digging for fire and spearing for trees.

it was hot. i obviously cant show most of the pictures taken b/c they are so hot mere mortals could not take it. this night was not so hot for me but i enjoyed watching all the beautiful people and were charmed to think that i could call many of them my friends.

were charmed to think that i could call many of them my friends.

all these pictures suck. i'm sorry. everything else was great. except for the pictures.

i thought it was cheating to have eileen's pictures posted on my page, but now you know. she took the long train and then the little bus upstate to see me. she drunkenly claimed that the picture she drunkenly took of steven chris and a stick under the peach tree at the black swan pub was the best picture she ever took. i am inclined to agree. we walked along the highway and the old icehouse with its red rusted roof only a half foot above the ground and the dead birch grove next to it and it was like i'd never not known her, known her always. later, the bartender kept putting tiny glasses brimming over on the countertop, for free, she was most excited about that. by then everyone had come and it was so perfect. there are so many things to tell: the idiot small-town cop, the "california rolling stop," elizaville, banana split, koi fish in the pond, bard, thunderstorms, really skinny fries, really drunk, the campfire, the marshmallows, the roasting, yellow submarine renditions of your most exciting cop stories, the swing the dogs, tim; it was like the best replacements album ever. summer's almost over and things are changed now. i'm glad i have this. there's more of this on eileen's fotki page so go there.

drunkenly took of steven chris and a stick under the peach tree at the black swan pub was the best picture she ever took. i am inclined to agree. we walked along the highway and the old icehouse with its red rusted roof only a half foot above the ground and the dead birch grove next to it and it was like i'd never not known her, known her always. later, the bartender kept putting tiny glasses brimming over on the countertop, for free, she was most excited about that. by then everyone had come and it was so perfect. there are so many things to tell: the idiot small-town cop, the "california rolling stop," elizaville, banana split, koi fish in the pond, bard, thunderstorms, really skinny fries, really drunk, the campfire, the marshmallows, the roasting, yellow submarine renditions of your most exciting cop stories, the swing the dogs, tim; it was like the best replacements album ever. summer's almost over and things are changed now. i'm glad i have this. there's more of this on eileen's fotki page so go there.