Silly Bunny, Nesquik’s For Hipsters!
Yesterday, Tavi and I reunited yet again. This time, we ravaged through a record store, Walgreens (ew film is so expensive), some local shops.. encountered a probable pedobear (who was very interested in Tavi’s head-bow-thingy. I mean, it was.. nice? but uh it was weird), looked through a yearbook, and lots of other cooool stuff.
Tavi, on an important business call. Probably discussing world domination (perhaps Tomas has returned?!).
Me, failing at life the Vulcan salute.
Tavi, shooting up crack/pure sugar Pixie stick.
Just some of the awesome stuff we got.
Fujis and (candy) cigarettes. Don’t smoke, kids.
A really cool album cover. This picture doesn’t do it justice.
Books, Tavi, Lomo Fisheye.
You can’t really see what’s written up there (above “curb”). Let’s leave it up to you to guess.
Took this blindly.. Turned out ookay, no?
MOLESKINES! Pretty.. Anyway, my scanner thinks it’s being smart and tries to crop and/or rotate all the film I’ve been scanning (some turn out fine, though). I’m like, “nothanks, could choo just scan it please?” What’s that? Scanners don’t think? And, yes, I do talk to my scanner. (Don’ judge, foo’.)
DAMMIT TAVI, NOW I’M ADDICTED TO NESQUIK. Let’s start a new trend, shall we? EVERYBODY START SNORTING DRINKING NESQUIK. (Ooh, lots of fun with alternate wording lately.) Also, START RUNNING AROUND IN CIRCLES, because Swine Flu is [or has now been labeled] a pandemic! By the way, I’m pretty sure this Nesquik is from the 90′s. EXPIRATION DATE FAIL.
Brbz, posting on Tumblr.
You know, it’s funny how Tavi and I – and everyone, for that matter – make fun of hipsters so much. One might think I’m a hypocrite, wearing Converse and relatively-skinny jeans, listening to vinyl and being obsessed with film. But just because you look or have similar interests as one doesn’t mean you are one. To me, the difference between being an *artsy-person* and a hipster is state of mind. From what a hipster has come across to me as (and, take into consideration, there are many different kinds/levels of hipster-ness, so we might not even be thinking of the same thing), it seems they have a really pretentious, young-people-are-better attitude. Now, I hope you don’t think that’s what we are! It’s not even necessarily a bad thing to be [like] a hipster. Hipsters are, after all, the ones (usually) listening to good music and the ones that would be going to Lounge Ax. I don’t know, this is all vurry confuuuusing. What are your thoughts?
I bought two records: Marquee Moon, by Television (such a masterpiece, specifically the song Marquee Moon – epic. p.s. you might see it in Spin magazine soon, heheheh), and The Kids Are Alright, by The Who (I know it’s a soundtrack, technically). Both are such amazing works of.. music. I also bought Star Trek postcards and a Beatles notebook (Paul). Oh, and a Captain America postcard.
MESMERIZING. My dad bought me Merriweather Post Pavilion (Animal Collective) on vinyl. Who agrees that it’s a teeny bit weird listening to new/techno-ish music on a turntable? Not necessarily in a bad way – just strange, combining to things from very different eras, I guess.
What’s not to love?
On the way home Sammy, mom, and I totally rocked– er, rapped out to Boom Boom Pow. Apparently, my motha is fond of this, “Black Eyed Peas” group [UPDATE: My mom has informed me that she does not, in fact, like Boom Boom Pow anymore].. Yes, my mom, previous bar-owner and woman who’s been in the rock music business for decaadess, likes them (that song, in particular). Well, my dad does like Beyoncé (who doesn’t?!). Go figure.
