MISTER FONGSTARR

More of the same thing but I had to take a photo cause the clouds and color gave it that much more. 19 photo stitch this time. But what was significant about today? I am landing fakie heels! Just what a nice night.

New shows at Fifty24SF Gallery. Lower level: Rockface D’Arm featuring works from D*Face and installation by Livestock. Upper leverl: Orchestrated Oddities featuring work from Romanowski, Brian Barneclo, and Dia. Show runs till May 29th.

“When all else fails and you don’t have that condom in hand, stick it in her butt.” Never in my existence did I think I would get to enjoy things that I once thought was loosely related to a gay ass pirate. I mean I love writing….but I hate english composition. Supporting sentences, thesis statements, logic of argument…..all crap that made people cringe when the professor said you have to write a 10 page essay on the demise of renaissance art and its evolution to today’s modern uncultured lack luster of untrained artists and thinkers. I mean writing is writing, especially editorial. It’s one of the only outlets where you get to speak you mind. I always wrote in the narrative in school and for that, I balanced a solid C+ to B- in spanglish throughout my stellar 2.7gpa career from high school to college. I mean fuck a topic sentence! Mine starts off with some advice a drunk co-worker had told me over happy hour. Had my guts all congested from head to toe. But in regards to just writing in general, I mean what a way to captivate the viewer. Sex advice, dookie stabbing vs. vaginal intercourse, pregnancy vs. no pregnancy, anal leakage vs questionable pre-e-jack-u-lay-shon. It’s gold! If I could, my new career choice in life (since design and arts have vacated my system) would be to write for Vice Mag. Hands down the best free mag out.

So all this leads to one thing. There has to be some stimulation to this blog. Photos to writing to whatever else there is. My dashboard on WordPress.com showed me that someone linked my blog to a page. Met these guys on Myspace when I had one and they always showed love for some reason. But still, one of the best blogs (next to the Smoking Session) to update news and videos on today’s music and hip-hop culture. Right on for the love….and much respect.

15 photo stitched wide-angle shot using the Canon Rebel XTi stock lens and molesting it like crazy in Adobe Photoshop CS3. Without it, there is no way I could have captured the building and the clock tower in its entirety. Looking to get a Tokina 10-17mm Fisheye real soon.

Welcome to my hood. Gay capital USA. Where Fruit Loops and Skittles represent more then just food. It’s a sign of unity, power and flamboyant attitudes and (from what I see) positive thinking. People have their speculations of the Castro but it really is not what people seem. It’s gay as a motherfucker!….don’t get me wrong, but it’s not like they’re going to swindle their gayness onto you or something. Oh, and check out the muni train shot. Pixxar is at it again with their great advertisement campaign. Wall-E coming real soon.

Margarita likes light beers and brolock men. She fancies one day to house 8 children with 10 different men, all at the age of 25. She is currently 24 1/2.

Sober sessions are best when you have to walk ump-teen miles to get home at 2 o’clock in the morning, passing by the TL district and watching drunk people yell at other drunk people. You bound to see some wild shit, which also your main motivation to skid-daddle that much faster. Only took 30 minutes till I realized that paying $12 for a cab was one of the best decisions I have ever made.

I am sorry for calling the Skytop ugly as sin. I am sorry for thinking that you were a crazy retarded alien for collecting these damn things and thinking that I would have to be high on glue to buy a pair of these ankle warmers. Now that I have these, I want you to put high octane Elmer’s glue in your ass so when you fart in my face, I will get high off your own rectal supply. No hershey squirts please. The Muska Supra Skytop “413 Silver” limited edition shoe. Copped 1 of 30 pairs from ShoebizSF. Not sure if I am going to keep these on ice or not but it sure seems tempting to know that I can possibly get double the amount on e-bay.

(Click here) for the flyer. Gallery runs from May 8 - June 8. Open Monday through Saturday from 10am-10pm.

Enjoyments in life; enjoyments on the computer. Looking at some dope shit and presenting it on the world wide web. Some people need this exposure cause the gift they were given should really be shown to the world. I am sure this is not the best outlet (on a blog), but I am doing my part in getting the word out. Not the first time I mentioned this Chinese noodle, but pop-shuv-late-flip master (aka many methods to his style aka the Yellow Ranger aka Robbie Wizzong) is in the process of setting up his portfolio website. And what is he smoking? Absolutely nothing! This is just natural talent. No drugs or butt sex involved. To sit there in front of a desk and to say “Hey, you know what would be dope? A fucking panda with octopus tentacles for legs, a shark fin on its back, rhino arms and walrus teeth. But the kicker! He would be holding a balloon all while feeling like he lost a bet with god and the result is to look like a piece of shit that was mangled together to be the PANDA CREATURE FROM COMPTON’S FECAL LAGOON!” Who has a mind like this anymore?! I once drew a monkey that stabbed himself with a banana but this is some serious next level ill shit. I had a chance to see most of his work so just wait till you see the other stuff. Bookmark his site and peep game later. And speaking of fecal, the Fecal Face gallery on Gough St. is having an opening reception tonight with collaborative print project between Michael Sieben and Nat Swope. Small gallery but should be dope coming from the Fecal Family.

Made a detour to the Minna Gallery after work. I think my first experience of the Minna Gallery was for the premiere of the Kayo Video (4 thumbs way down except for Aldemo with the body varial steez) with Lil’ Stevie and SF native Karl Watson. Not a trendy spot but I find art places never trendy and are always a place of change and reconstruction to compliment each painter/artist slue of work. Add some liqs and an indie band and you got some good vibes and hopefully some artwork sold so they can help support the artist heroin habit. Today’s work of affection comes from SF native’s Ferris Plock and Kelly Tunstall. I can never get art no more. Like who in their right mind draws an elephant on a ball while carrying another midget elephant in one hand, with a sack of a one foot peanut in the other. What ya’ll smoking! Need to hop on those drugs…..get lifted and scribble some epic shit to sell for millions. Check it out for yourself and tell me if you see something I am not.

Just got the word from Wes on his new site going live. Check it out and give him your money in doing some legit work.

Two days till tequila sunrise aka the fake Mexican Independence Day (if you know you’re history, Cinco De Mayo is false display of a real Mexican holiday). I stuck to beers for apparent reasons. Big up to my boy Jose for the BBQ and the good times and for my boss of all bosses on giving me the lessons on how to hit and quit it with women. Apparently I have to learn to use my tongue better (according to the man that bagged his fare share of tramps in his life). Viva la Mexicao puto!

The Island…..apparently where hopes are dreams are still kept alive. Homeboy above was from Portland and had aspirations of being pro skater one day. Didn’t want to tell him that his skills weren’t up to par, so I let him live the dream for what it is. I am not one to say jack anyways and he was a nice kid and I support whoever has the drive to be what they want to be. Interesting topic though. Skating has become almost one of the most successful marketing concepts to date. Proof comes from the Maloof Bros. doing their own spin off of the X-Games and fronting over $400,000 of winnings to the skaters with the best run….courtesy of fortune 500 companies that are backing up this event and making extreme sport seem like a circus show. The drive of the Maloof Bros. is exploiting a good thing when it’s hot. You have some serious heavy hitting skaters that are confirmed on this event, ranging from the talented (Dennis Booze-N-Tits), to the famous (Mr. Dyrdek), to the infamous (Ryan Sheckler), or maybe I should say most hated but loved. In the long run, these skaters are marketable and talented, something I did not see in Mr. Portland up above. Being nice can get you so far but when you got a shitty look, (gay as it may sound), no one is going to slap your name on any shoe. Fuck! Wait…..there’s Cory Duffel. I retract what I say.

And FYI to my fellow SF skate junkies. After talking to some locals, skaters have been a big target lately in (supposedly) keeping the streets clean of whatever the hell skaters do. I heard they’re not even handing out tickets and are setting some dumb examples by cuffing skaters first and asking questions later. Rookie cops are trying to get some stripes in the force so beware where you mobb. On another related crappy note, I’ve also heard that the SF skate park will not open at its destined date of July 4^th. According to the Slap Boards, the city will not allow skaters to skate the park until the contractors have finished the park as a whole, which includes the soccer field that requires some serious overhaul. I am sure their will be some setups for a petition to follow but nothing is confirmed at this time. I’ll make sure to let you all know what’s up.

Kickin’ it with the roomie on a glorious Sunday afternoon (after a long night of drunkeness yesterday, thanks Michelle). Decided to cross the other bridge and have some lunch in the small town of Saucalito. Just talk jibber-jabber, suck on Mocha-Lattes, eat burgers and french fries….you know, shoot the breeze for what it is. Take ease into the wind and enjoy simple pleasures.

Then crusin’ down inland, we visited Fort Funston which is about a couple miles from Ocean Beach. The central hub for hang gliding in the Bay Area but for some apparent reason, there seemed to be an issue with the wind that grounded most aviators. Still, a sight to see for sure. This was actually a look out point for naval attacks by American enemies. The deck you see above is one of many base end stations that 3-4 soldiers would occupy during the time of World War II.

By the end of the day, I managed to end up at the new Volcom store in Berkeley where they had a past showing for Todd Bratrud lizard bitches. Taking naked green women to a whole new level, even surpassing the weirdness of captain Kirk boning those green whores in that one Star Trek episode where he played with some furry balls. Still, dope shit and like most famous well known artist, you just need to find your nitch in the industry and maybe one day you’ll end up making some lizard print bikini outfit and have your own trucker hat to boot. Go figure…right? Check out the show at the shop in Telegraph and grab a signed screen print of your favorite lizard girl for only $25.

And is sneaker culture huge? Huge enough to make a play about it? You got it! Just as a plug and an FYI, Emerging Works presents “Sole Addiction. Can’t Stop Won’t Stop”, a play written by Kevin Palafox, Benji Carver and Kevin Palafox. Shows starting on April 29th, 30th and May 1st, 2nd, and 3rd at Chabot College at the Little Theater Bulding #1300. Start time is at 7:30pm with a $5 admission with all proceeds going back to the theater department. Shouts to Kevin for the good looks and good luck on the big stage.