You are not PUNK as fuck.

I just want to clear up what PUNK is and isn't. I always seem to observe a shit ton of confused, fictitious laden angst, teens ambulating about. Not even in the mall where you would normally find them, fucking everywhere. Think Joe's Crab Shack. I have always had a bit of an arrogant and maybe misplaced beef with these fools, partly because I grew up on PUNK and it is still a huge part of my life. PUNK has been the base camp for me getting balls rolling and goals started. Sure, it may be with rage as a fueling factor in some way, but that fades and you are left with some grit and accomplishments and at that point, who gives a shit where it originated?

I can promise that THIS fool is not close to an embodiment at all, but this is what it has come to. Newer generations have only this to go on as far as the broad spectrum goes and far be it from accurate. I m also perplexed as to why PUNK has become mall rat, Spencer's manager, video game "nice." Everyone is a fucking sweetheart and drinks lemonade. When I was a kid, I was beyond pissed and was certainly riled by more than my Step Mom waking me up. Important issues worth getting one's dander up have fallen to the wayside and microwave pizza bites, Degrassi and obesity have decided to stand in it's absence. The following is what PUNK IS NOT just for all intensive purposes.

This is what PUNK is, embodies, and will always be. I m going to go ahead and cheese out here. Never say die!

Side note; Gothic folk get just as upset when you classify them as punk as punks get when you call them Goth. Get your categories straight, or even better get rid of them all together and initiate a conversation with someone and you'll be pleased to find they don't want to eat your baby or steal your purse.

Enough Bitter, here's some sweet;) (Post Punk Kitchen, Isa)

Gingerbread Cut-Out Cookies
Makes about 16 cookies (depending on the size of your cutters)

1/3 cup canola oil
3/4 cup sugar
1/4 cup molasses
1/4 cup plain soymilk

2 cups whole wheat pastry flour or all-purpose flour (or a mix of both)
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt

spice blend:
1/2 teaspoon each ground nutmeg, cloves and cinnamon
1 1/2 teaspoons ground ginger

Directions
In a large bowl whisk together oil and sugar for about 3 minutes. Add molasses and soymilk. The molasses and soymilk won’t really blend with the oil but that’s ok.

Sift in all of the other dry ingredients, mixing about half way through. When all of the dry ingredients are added, mix until a stiff dough is formed. Flatten the dough into a disk, wrap in plastic wrap and chill for an hour or up to 3 days in advance. If you chill longer than an hour you may want to let it sit for 10 minutes to warm up a bit before proceeding.
Preheat oven to 350 F. Lightly grease your cookie sheets or line with parchment paper.

On a lightly floured surface roll the dough out to a little less than 1/4 inch thick. Cut out your shapes with your cookie cutters and use a thin spatula to gently place on cookie sheets. If you are using them to decorate a tree or something, remember to punch a hole in their heads (!) before baking. Bake for 8 minutes.

Modern minimalist gingerbread guys
Remove from oven and let them cool for 2 minutes on the baking sheet then move to a cooling rack. Wait until they are completely cool before icing.

Fucking Baldwin & Scientific Psycho Tanks.

The glory surrounding Alec Baldwin is vast and never ending and his recent ejection off of American Airlines is but another plus in my book. Even Baldwin's spokesman's bullshit soaked explanation is a treat.

Actor Alec Baldwin was removed from an American Airlines flight leaving Los Angeles for New York on Tuesday when he was apparently too engrossed in a game of Zynga's "Words With Friends" to power down his iPad.

"Flight attendant on American reamed me out 4 playing WORDS W FRIENDS while we sat at the gate, not moving. #nowonderamericaairisbankrupt," the actor tweeted.

The incident caused a one-hour delay in the flight and kicked off a flurry of Internet chatter. Baldwin's own Twitter feed has been pulsing with caustic comments about his removal.

"Last flight w American," the "30 Rock" star tweeted Tuesday afternoon, "Where retired Catholic school gym teachers from the 1950s find jobs as flight attendants."

More diplomatically, Baldwin's spokesman Matthew Hilzik said in a statement to MSNBC that the actor is "so in love with 'Words with Friends' that he would risk getting thrown off a flight to play." He also confirmed that Baldwin was re-booked on a later American Airlines flight to New York. (Yahoo News feed.)

Here's a Carsten Höller hanky for your runny nosed, art fevered head.
:Experience

New Museum
235 Bowery
New York, NY 10002
Showing till 1/15/2012

Sleazside: Where fades & junkies exist in semi peace.

Nothing says cheer up like a desolate, deserted boardwalk when otherwise crawling with fades, CZs and trannies passing as females with the word they are NOT printed on their ham be good part of their sweatpants. Sleazside: Post Apocalyptic.

Seaside is always a vat of emotional maybes for me. For a sizable chunk of my addiction, I survived in Seaside. Sometimes when I think of my best friend Jen and I stalking the boardwalk, being more rageful than any youth should ever feel necessary; there is the possibility of nostalgia.
On the other hand, being homeless there was while nursing a habit is another serving all together.
Yesterday while letting the dogs run on the beach, Matt had asked me if one was able to walk under the pier and I answered that you could. He began to guide our dogs in that direction, when I asked if he was going under, he said he yes and I told him I was not comfortable with that; he said no problem & meant it, one of his canonizing qualities, and we evacuated the most dope needle cap ridden beach I have been on in a long time.
Shooting dope under a boardwalk is not news for an junkie: active or in recovery, but some instances are better not relived.
I had a terrible day that segwayed into beyond contentment and was cosigned by Billie Holiday Standards all the way to Art History class.