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.


  1. That Jeremiah Ketner cat is amazing.
    And that Jeremy Lin name-throw is messed up. Sorry to hear someone threw that ignorance at you and you had to deal with it. Hard to believe sometimes that there are so many ignorant adult walking around. In some ways, it's good to know they're out here. But it's still messed up.