Admit It.
Sometimes,
it’s healthy to recognize
that Mondays
will always suck.
Don’t be surprised,
and you’ll move on that much
more quickly.
-nicopolitan
Admit It.
Sometimes,
it’s healthy to recognize
that Mondays
will always suck.
Don’t be surprised,
and you’ll move on that much
more quickly.
-nicopolitan
Move It!
Some rare weekends
will be spent
rolling up sleeves,
wiping sweat off foreheads,
and moving your furniture
into a new situation.
Who is this new person
moving into the building?
Whoever they damn well please,
that’s who.
-nicopolitan
Better late than never, I guess.
Q: What does 20SB mean to you?
20SB Vlog Day (nicopolitan) from nicopolitan on Vimeo.
This isn’t necessarily a post fully about the most awesome date I got to take to a wedding, but it had inadvertently created for me a new perspective on how strong our community is at 20sb.net.
Only via blogging communities would I be able to simply post, “anyone interested in going to a wedding?” on this blog, and then a friend I had met in Chicago would fly from Minneapolis to Los Angeles for such an adventure. And really, the key bond here is friendship. It’s not anything lurid like most common sense might suggest if you take a step back and frame the situation: A girl, flying alone, to stay in a friend’s house, with whom she has had less than a week total physical contact, in the middle of the sprawling urban landscape of Los Angeles — that only takes guts on her part, but an amazing amount of trust for the both of us. 6 years ago, in the height of the popularity of MySpace, this is the opening of an internet horror story.
But not this time. (more…)
Flyers for shows are usually ignored. It’s like good old Mitch Hedberg once stated, passing out flyers is like saying, “here, you throw this away.”
As someone who used to be a promoter, I never throw flyers away. I keep them in my car, and then when I’ve gathered enough, I tape them together and bam, I’ve got a wall poster. If some get outdated and I gather even more, I start slicing them up and tacking them onto existing posters.
After all, it took the artist a while to drum up the flyer in the first place. It’s a shame to let all that artwork go to waste. Plus, being wasteful with flyers means you hate mother earth. So there.
Anyway, I got asked to make a flyer for some good friends’ (This guy and this guy) upcoming show and it reminded me of how much fun it is to Photoshop when you’ve got free reign over what it looks like.
So here’s what I whipped up last night:

That’s another big thing in my life: I’m moving to another apartment.
I like the area okay as it’s turning into a suburb, but I should note that it used to be known for belonging to one of the deadliest gangs in LA, Los Avenidas.
Now, however, it seems to be gentrifying (I can see a friend of mine already rolling his eyes), but its movement in this direction is slow and actually quite different than that of the other gentrified LA neighborhoods. Sure, the hipsters come out at night and hang out at the local dives, but the bars themselves are very fortunately easy for most people to overlook, so they aren’t claustrophobic like the rapidly growing Echo Park and Silverlake. The native Hispanic culture is reassuringly still very much the identity of the neighborhood, but the culture is less gang related as much as it is itself generating a different brand of hipster. I actually tend to like them better than traditional stereotyped hipsters because they don’t carry the pretense of irony, or taking erudite obscurity as a personal challenge — rather, a lot just tend to be into Morrissey and hot rods and/or thrash metal and skateboards, some are into smoking pot, most are into drinking. As with any young and “hip” subculture, they are large proponents of the arts. Instead of lamenting being “lost”, they are fully aware of their cultural identities and are proud of it. They take family seriously, and treat friends like family. And, oh, how refreshing to see that they are quite the opposite of blasé. Some are in fact so extroverted that getting a flyer for a show leads to standing around, smoking cigarettes, talking about who are the best tattoo artists in the neighborhood, and even exchanging phone numbers.
So yes, I can definitely get along with all of this.
But the best part about the neighborhood are the kids. Every other night I hang out there, I can hear the neighborhood kids screwing around, but they aren’t getting into the same trouble as their gang member predecessors. I hear skateboards on concrete and poorly tuned drum kits and cheap guitar amps blasting covers of The Casualties.
And when the local kids are punk rockers, you know there is hope in your neighborhood.
Question Answering Efficiency
When people ask you how
the bachelor party you attended over the weekend was,
all they really want to know is if there were strippers.
Just get to the point
so you can get back to
drinking coffee and working.
-nicopolitan