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I’m going to the farmer’s market in Santa Monica now that I have my dad’s old Astrovan to drive around. Here’s what I picked up. Strawberries, straight out of SoCal. They’re good. The tomatoes are Japanese Momotaro, you can tell by their pale red color. I can see these a mile away. They smell great through the bag. Cucumbers. Japanese kind. They’re shorter and narrow. These make great pickles and taste fine as is with a bit of salt or dressing. And a few good organic apples from the Korean farmers.
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I'm going to the farmer's market in Santa Monica now that I have my dad's old Astrovan to drive around. Here's what I picked up. Strawberries, straight out of SoCal. They're good. The tomatoes are Japanese Momotaro, you can tell by their pale red color. I can see these a mile away. They smell great through the bag. Cucumbers. Japanese kind. They're shorter and narrow. These make great pickles and...
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Wayne Lo. I wrote about this mass murderer after visiting him in his prison. After the visit, I think our letters (email for me) starting turning for the worse. Shit talk like you wouldn’t believe including every possible prison joke, to pimp and ho relationships, and other sick shit. Wayne of course says it’s all me, and I of course say it’s all him. But in the end, we’re both talking mad sick shit to each other. Then I stopped, what the fuck am I doing wasting time writing crap back and forth? I suppose it’s easy for me since I’m just writing a quick email. It can take all of 1 minute, but Wayne is scrawling pages and pages of shit. Sometimes a five page letter will show up with no redeeming sentences in it. But life goes on and now he’s found a new hobby! I’m always telling folks that they should work on their art, and I told Wayne the same thing. Now, a few months later, he’s already selling it here. Maybe he’ll set up an art show in his prison. His work is all about his one time prison band Skid Lo. Right now it’s band logos and t-shirt designs. Musically, Wayne is trapped in the late 80s and early 90s, and he’s a huge Sebastian Bach fan, hence the name. After one rockin’ show, the band broke up. Wayne told me that the band’s guitar player was caught (red handed?) in his cell “doing it” with another prisoner a week later. Rock stars…
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Wayne Lo. I wrote about this mass murderer after visiting him in his prison. After the visit, I think our letters (email for me) starting turning for the worse. Shit talk like you wouldn't believe including every possible prison joke, to pimp and ho relationships, and other sick shit. Wayne of course says it's all me, and I of course say it's all him. But in the end, we're both talking mad sick...
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Tara DonovanUntitled (Plastic Cups) 2006PaceWildenstein Gallery in Chelsea NY545 W. 22nd Street, New York, N.Y. 10011 Tara Donovan makes environments from everyday items. In this show it’s plastic cups, tons of them, and the room turns into a landscape. The work seems simple, but when you find out that she’s done a large body of work with this concept, it’ll amaze. Walking around the borders, I had the typical stupid questions, how many cups, how long did it take, so on and on. Only the stupid stuff that everyone else was probably thinking.
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