Monday, February 20, 2012

Hot Damn Here It Is Yo, Here We Go Again...

I love seeing things last. This has been up for over two months now and makes me realize what a pussy I've become with graffiti. Well, at least I have a job.

This was a nice little surprise at work. Thank you to the customer who flaked out on this order! Your mistake will turn into my own projectile vomit and awkward social interactions.

Worked a private party for Tom Kehoe as he was gracious enough to throw a birthday party for a friend of his. Now that is a good fucking friend!

Um, my birthday parties usually consist of plastic forks, salt packs, Mexicans, a lot of tears, and a bucket of urine.

With work done, I thought it would be a good idea to head over to Alice's in on West Belmont. What is it about February that made so many parents have unprotected sex nine months prior? So many people's birthdays. I don't get it.

You mix graff writers+young people+ yuppies+karaoke+old polish bartenders+weird part of town+hipsters=Williamsburg, Brooklyn. We are so close.

The next morning wasn't too kind to me as drinking was the only way to deal with hearing horrific renditions of freebird and sir mix a lot songs. My baking skills are pretty shit to put it kindly so I attended the monthly bread guild club at my old culinary school Le Cordon suck my balls.

Despite some of my beefs with the school, there are awesome passionate teachers like Tom Beckman who sets this up out of his personal time for students to practice baking. Today's theme was savory chocolate breads. It took me a little time to shake off the drunken stupor I was in, but I got it together and baked some mounds of elephant dung.

After a much needed nap, I got my shit together and made it out to Oh No Doom's show. The theme was video games!

Lowdive represented by providing the libations for the evening. Good shit all around.

The homie CZR PRZ with a self portrait.

That is a serious ass looking Link.

Making your own video game for an art show is taking nerdiness to a whole new level.

Jeremiah Ketner

This is what really happens after you save the princess. You totally get laid!

The homie, Nathan West.

Brian Stuhr. Fucking memory lane with this one. What kind of fucking psychotropic drugs were the creators of this game on?

Checked out the Charleston in Bucktown where they were selling this beaut for a mere$17! Compared to the average $25 everyone sells it for. We posted up on the corner seat and ate tamales and cupcakes. It was a good night. This bar really had it all - good looking people, solid drinks, good music and of course tamales.

Time to get my brunch on...AZN style.

Kitty corner to Armitage and Damen, Takashi has really utilized every single inch of this renovated home. It was also nice to see Takashi at his actual restaurant manning the tiny kitchen in the back.

Duck fat chicken wings and tofu dashi something. I can eat a bucket of these wings and really unleash the depressed fat kid inside me.

And then this magical bowl of ramen came out and made me realize how grateful I am to know how to use chopsticks. I wanted to be the sliced pork belly in this bowl swimming in the beautiful broth and basking in my own fatty goodness. I'd be fine eating this for the rest of my life...however I would die in a month if I ate this every single day. It would be the best month of my gluttonous life.

Fast forward a couple of days where this nightmare inducing piece of art is basically staring you down at the Empty Bottle.

Checked out the Nones. Joey Potts' fiance Sara Jean plays the shit out of the drums in this band.

I think one of the benefits of having a random connecting door to a restaurant is being able to provide some late night eats to flush out those Malort shots you took and will regret later.

Bite's late menu included some starchy favorites of mine like poutine and mac n' cheese. Adding pickles to poutine may be the best fucking idea ever. Wasn't a huge fan of the mac n' cheese but Ill let that poutine fuck my slutty food hole any day.

Checked out Tony Trimm at the Mid opening up for Daedalus. Tony killed it and had the room dancing to what would otherwise be considered "depressing," "alternative," "shoe gazing," "downtempo," I think you get the point. Oh and the Mid has a mandatory $4 coat check. You best believe I'll be going shirtless next time.

Checked out Dre Day at Double Door after going to another bday party at Blokes & Birds. It was a great evening until I got called "Jeremy Lin" on the street by a random dude and a minor scuffle. Fucking cock sucker just thought I'd be cool with being called a Chinese name - I'M FUCKING KOREAN! People can really suck...not gonna lie though - all of these kinds of problems have come from white people unfortunately.

Painted a wall in Pilsen on what seemed like a nice warm day but ended up being fucking cold as shit. I had to take a taco break at Raymonds to thaw out but discovered the wonder that is cheese inbetween the tortillas (quesadillas) for their tacos. It's equivalent to the stuffed crust. I almost cried a little from the happiness of discovering this.


Ended the week with Soup Sunday at Trimm's house and this kind of summed up that night and yes, that is a wicked black panther sweater made for a fat child.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

All Kinds of Shit.

Had a meeting with Roy at Estelle's where the open kitchen behind the bar is ever present and all up in your face. I love open kitchens because I know this guy won't teabag my fries or cum in my cup of mayo. Dude was on point and banged out burgers without boogers.

I was honored (like I always am) to have been invited to participate in the monthly live art event - Atomic Sketch Event. This was my disgustingly messy station. All the essentials - paint, brushes, and whiskey.

It's a plethora of drunks who look to buy art at a ridiculously low low price. I was selling banana dick paintings for 5 bucks and small canvasses with swear words on it for 10 dollars.

I ain't kidding son.

So while I was painting like a 12 year old kid who just learned how to swear, Uriel was bangin out awesome pieces like this and doing portraits. This is literally what I was wearing during the event. Patches of quilts on top of other patches of quilts and Steven Tyler jeans.

Tony and I had a Korean mandate that started with this rare treat. Black bean noodles side by side a seafood noodle soup utilizing the same rice noodles. This made my Asian balls tingle with joy but made my Asian butt angry as it has been a while since I've had this.

We took our yellowness to Super H Mart, which is a mega Asian grocery store that has one "American" section which was basically filled with all the things that make Americans fat. Milk, cream, butter, eggs, and sodas...sounds about right.

I kept confusing everyone with my brother here. If you haven't been here yet, then do yourself a favor and give this place a shot. Every single Asian delicacy can be found here including a semi decent food court. All those pot stickers you get at any restaurant can be found here in 67 shapes and fillings. Plus if you have yellow fever, go where the yellows shop.

Speaking of fat Americans, check out the calorie chart at Burger King. They post this for consumers to see and yet we still stuff our faces with its "char-broiled" deliciousness.

Always cool to see random graff writers getting up on things only other graff writers will see. That Sever stick is dope.

I went on a date with myself and treated myself to Leopold which used to be Relax Lounge. I did get lucky cause I gave myself a handjob soon after the date.

I love going to restaurants right when they open. You get to get everything fresh, its quiet, and you don't feel like such a loser if you're the only person there...which was the case when I went.

Started with a beet salad that had all kinds of good shit on it and under it. The goat cheese smear under the salad was a nice creamy salt surprise - take that anyway you like. It was damn good.

In pure fat boy mode, I forgot to take a picture of the cheese course because it was so fucking good. I had gotten extra cheese because I bought the kitchen a six pack of beer which I can appreciate being offered on a menu.

I don't know how or why my phone camera got all Elizabeth Taylor lens fuzzy on me but this picture doesn't do the poutine and veggie pot justice. I'm kind of glad I was by myself because if anybody saw me devour this they would think I was homeless for years eating my first morsel of food. It was damn good...damn damn damn good.

Speaking of damn good. I love Cantillon...I don't love spending $30 for a bottle of beer. I better be able to fuck the bottle after I drink this.

Stopped by the West Loop where old friend Oscar Fotoflow was celebrating his 40th bday party. As the first guest, I got the honor of setting up all the dj equipment.

It was at this cool live in loft where both of the bedrooms were built from scratch. This bedroom can give you that nice secluded/murderer in the woods feeling.

It was a great party. Good music, good people that were all respectful and kind and this amazing home made flan. I almost shit my pants at how good this thing was. I'm not a sweets person but I'd deport fifty immigrants to get another spoonful of this.

Birthday boy doing what birthday boys do. Blowing on things.

You can't get more gangster than this. I didn't get the memo that it was a bring your own giant fucking burrito party. Here's Brook getting it done.

Got up the next morning to help the homie Josh help cook at a house that has airplane runways all over the gated community. Yes, actual planes do fly in and out of this complex.

Check out those crazy birds on the wall.

So the highlight of the dinner was taking some time out to check out the antique car collection the client had.

Ah the good ol' days when gas cost a tip of the fedora hat and a penny a gallon.

Of course if an Asian person owned a car like this back in the day, they would have been killed and stuffed in a rickshaw.

This is Austin Powers car.

This is pretty gangster. This made my vagina kind of wet. Nevermind, it was my leaking anus.

Painted this hungover on an extremely misleadinging cold day. Fuck you Tom Skilling! You lied! Apparently this looks like a quiche or cantaloupe.

Painted this ditty a few days before. This day was nice and balmy at least.

The rest of the guys taking it in and thinking about where I peed while I painted. No one will ever know.

I like to paint.

Rila ate a bunch of gay gemstones before painting this.

This piece will be going to St. Louis for my July show.

Inspired by Pepto Bismol.

Somewhere amidst this, a superbowl party was attended along with Rodan and shots of tequila somewhere. Regardless, I'm glad to be home...for now. Work is getting ridiculous. A lot of double shifts these days. Taking it all in y'all.