Monday, August 3, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Portland! City of Scene Queens..
The 1940's term Hipster was referred to aficionados of modern jazz who adopted certain lifestyles including the following: manner of dress, slang terminology, use of drugs, relaxed attitude, sarcastic humor, self-imposed poverty, and relaxed sexual codes. Early hipsters were generally white youths adopting many of the ways of urban blacks of the time, but later hipsters often copied the early ones without knowing the origins of the culture.
Elise Thompson, an editor for the LA blog LAist argues that "people who came of age in the 70s and 80s punk rock movement seem to universally hate 'hipsters'", which she defines as people wearing "expensive 'alternative' fashion", going to the "latest, coolest, hippest bar...and listening to the latest, coolest, hippest band." Thompson argues that hipsters "... don't seem to subscribe to any particular philosophy... or ...particular genre of music." Instead, she argues that they are "soldiers of fortune of style" who take up whatever is popular and in style, "appropriating the style" of past counter cultural movements such as punk, while "discarding everything that the style stood for."
I. HIPSTER - a broad term for a "hip" person with non-individuality and who needs to be seen.
A. SCENESTERS - Indy Fashionists, Sophisticates, that appreciate unconventional art forms.
- FASHION: Seaplane Dress, tight red shirt, Black rim Glasses, Fuckin dumb hat, Designer Jeans, Belt shoes
MUSIC: The Blow, Plants, Panther, Shaky Hands, Yacht, E*Rock, Copy
HANGOUTS: Holocene, Aalto Lounge, Ron Toms, Tiga Bar
RESTAURANTS: Juniors, Tin Shed
BOOK: Breakfast of Champions, Our band could be your life
QUOTE: "Don't You know"
TV SHOW: Sex in the City, The WIre, Dexter
FOOD: Pho'
DRINK: Mohito
B. BARISTA/FOLKSTERS - Coffee/Laptop Nerds that live at Stumptown ALL FUCKIN DAY
- FASHION: Beard, Unkept hair, button down western shirt, non-blue blue jeans that are tattered, Old Maid Dresses and no brazier, cowboy boots or loafers...sometimes s pair of tattered converse
MUSIC: Horse Feathers, Lock lomond, Nick Jaina, Laura Gibson, Shaky Hands
HANGOUTS: Stumptown and Fresh Pot
RESTAURANTS: Some Vegan Bullshit Restaurant
BOOK: Annie
QUOTE: Shhhh i am trying to look cool on my Macintosh laptop
TV SHOW: PBS, The Arts Channel, Bob Ross
FOOD: Vegan Crap
DRINK: Triple shot Expresso
C. BIKE MESSENGERS - Stumptown hangers with Trendy One Fixed gear Bikes that hate any auto drivers because they are ineerly jealous they cant drive a stick.
- FASHION: Lil' bike hat, tight turtleneck shirt, shoulder bag with flare, cutofft/rolled up tight slacks, bike shoes that click when they try to "walk"
MUSIC: Talkdemonic, Please Step Out of the Vehicle, Alan Singley
HANGOUTS: Stumptown, Aalto Lounge, Stumptown and Stumptown
RESTAURANTS: Delta Cafe, Vegonapolis
BOOK: The one where Lee Armstrong should of died
QUOTE: Fuck you jerk you're not supposed to drive your car on the main roads because my gear is fixed and i cant stop in time when you stop at a red light.
TV SHOW: Amazing Race
FOOD: Veggie Burgers and energy bar
DRINK: Triple Shot Expresso
D. MODSTERS - Stupid fucks with cocky attitudes and no clue about anything but shopping for clothes and cocaine
- FASHION: Died black or bleach fakeass blonde hair, huge sunglasses, White hat, Jean Jacket or a smelly dead animal fur coat, extremely tight leather or plaid pants to show off their small junk, unnecessary white or black tie, black shiny pointy boots
MUSIC: Nice Boys, Clorox Girls, Dandy Warhols
HANGOUTS: Tube, Dunes, Red Light, Clackamas Mall, Kellys Olympian
RESTAURANTS: Montage, Denny's, Mcdonalds
BOOK: None because they can't read
QUOTE: What does this reverb pedal do????
TV SHOW: American Idol, Desperate Housewives
FOOD: Cocaine, Vicodin
DRINK: Cocaine, Pabst, Cocaine
- FASHION: Beards and more beards, long hair, ripped blue jeans, Shit Kickers
MUSIC: The Planet The, Nice Nice, Quasi, LKN, Red Fang
HANGOUTS: Matador, Berbatis Pan, Tube, Shanghai Tunnel
RESTAURANTS: Miss Delta Cafe, Russel St BBQ
BOOK: Please Kill Me, The Dirt-Motley Crue
QUOTE: Pass the Pabst bro
TV SHOW: Greys Anatomy, Days of our lives
FOOD: Grease and Ribs
DRINK: Bourbon Neat, Pabst, Tecate
F. HIP-HOPSTERS - Underground hip-hop dwellers waiting for the next chill ass beat to drop.
- FASHION: Crooked Trucker Hat, Old school Nike high tops, Baggy pants, Dark Rimmed Glasses, Baseball shirts
MUSIC: DJ Tan't, Brokaw, Sleepyhead, A.E.D, Omega Watts, Life Savas
HANGOUTS: Holocene, Nightlight, Tiger Bar, Roseland
RESTAURANTS: Miss Delta
BOOK: Turntable Lab 101
QUOTE: yeah dawg that track was tight homey
TV SHOW: 24, Lost, Battlstar Galactica
FOOD: Burger and fries, fried chicken
DRINK: Gin and Tonic, Miller High Life
G. GOTHS - Tattoed black haired disgruntles that wear eyeliner and makeup to cover up their acne and pock marks.
- FASHION: Black Hair, Black Eyeliner, Black Tattoos, Black lipstick, Black Shirt, Black Pants, Black shoes, Lots of Chains
MUSIC: Stabbing Westward, Cure, NIN, Marylin Manson
HANGOUTS: None in Portland
RESTAURANTS: Hubers
BOOK: Interview with the Vampire, Death: The High Cost of Living
QUOTE: It cant rain all the time
TV SHOW: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
FOOD: Spaghetti
DRINK: Meth, Yagger and redbull
H. NORMSTER - Actual musicians and artists without the fashion getup.
- FASHION: Normal looking
MUSIC: Quiet Countries, ((( in mono ))), Wilding, Paper Uppercuts
HANGOUTS: Beulahland, The Standard, Nightlight
RESTAURANTS: Holmans, Ole Ole
BOOK: Blade Runner, Breakfast of Champions
QUOTE: What the hell is that fucker wearing??
TV SHOW: Battlestar Gallactica, Lost, Kings, Family Guy
FOOD: BarbeQ Ribs, Mac n' Cheese
DRINK: Whiskey & Coke, Budweiser
II. DOUCHEBAG - A hipsters worst enemy. A waste of a human. Usually wearing a white hat, Polo shirt with extended collar, silver necklace and spiked hair. (website coming soon)
A. TOOLS- Goofy ass lookin shitheads that are wasting space and breathing my air.
- LOOK: Spiked hair, White Polo shirt or unbuttoned striped longsleeve with sleeves rolled up, Chain necklaces, designer jeans and white sneakers
MUSIC: Top 40 or Techno shit
HANGOUTS: Barracuda, Dirty
RESTAURANTS: Olive Garden, Dennys, McDonalds
BOOK: Books are gay duuude
QUOTE: pussy pussy pussy pussy??
TV SHOW: Americas Top Model, American Idol
FOOD: Big Mac, Chicken Burrito
DRINK: Martini's, or Bud
A. MEATHEADS/GUIDOS - Muscle bound pieces of shit beefcakes that have only 3 things on their mind...Club Pussy, Steroids and themselves
- LOOK: Spiked hair, Tanktops, Gold Chain necklaces, shorts or stretch jeans to compinsate for their oversized beefcake legs
MUSIC: Creed, Limp Biskit, POD
HANGOUTS: Barracuda, Dantes
RESTAURANTS: Arbys and gym food
BOOK: Abs of steele
QUOTE: I dont give a fuck dude??
TV SHOW: The Workout channel
FOOD: Energy Shake, bananas and steroids
DRINK: Tons of beer dude
B. WHIGGERS/CHAVS - White Suburbanite fucktards wanting to be Bruthas.
- LOOK: White Crooked Hat, Puberty mustache, Hoody that is 5 sizes too big, baggy ass pants that are tied by a belt at their knees
MUSIC: Lil' John, Lil' Wayne or anything with Lil' in the front
HANGOUTS: Fx Dance Club, Xone
RESTAURANTS: KFC, Taco Bell
BOOK: How to be black
QUOTE: kno' wat em sain bro
TV SHOW: Dog Pound the Snoop Dog Show
FOOD: Fried Chicken, Arby-Q
DRINK: Brass Monkeys
C. YUPPIES - Wealthy piles of shit who have cheated on their ugly wives or have stabbed their best friends in the back in order to reach "the top"
- LOOK: Spiked hair, Collar shirts with tie, Black Slacks or an entire business suite, Black loafers
MUSIC: Any shitty music for Z-100 or Techno
HANGOUTS: Any bar in the Pearl District
RESTAURANTS: Henrys
BOOK: Forbes Magazine
QUOTE: I think george Bush was the best President of our time...don't you agree buffy...
TV SHOW: CNN Stock market channel (whatever fucking channel that is)
FOOD: Caviar, Lobster
DRINK: Aged Wine or Budweiser
D. REDNECKS - Heavily armed conservative white racist illiterate wife beaters usually sportin a Mullet.
- LOOK: Mullet, Stash, trucker Hat, wifebeater tank top, torn blue jeans, no shoes or socks
MUSIC: John Cougar Melancamp, Billy ray Cyrus
HANGOUTS: Outhouse and Walmart
RESTAURANTS: Cant Afford em
BOOK: What?
QUOTE: Hey woman get over here and skin this squirl for dinner
TV SHOW: All My Children, Who wants to be a millionare
FOOD: Hotdogs and road kill
DRINK: Busch and Maddog
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life and the sort
The town I grew up in.
Being back here means many things..
Nostalgia (old pictures, letters, friends) - been finding relics from my past and it's quite entertaining. I'm also realizing Ive come a long way, and maybe I didn't become who I thought I'd be, but just an older, more experienced version of that little confused girl.
I've reconnected with a close friend, we've been having a blast together, and it's kinda crazy - like we have gone right back to where we left off in middle school.
My parents live here. Ive been staying with my mom in this beautiful house by the creek. I like it but I must admit i feel rather useless. Living with my mom. No job. Not too many friends - my social life in Ashland is kind of a joke. There's not much goin on in this town.. at least not much I'm interested in.
I am lookin for new projects. My mom is an artist/art teacher so I plan on helping her paint a mural and do splatterpaint in her classroom. Also I wanna start making mosaics (mirrors and glass on collage, molded onto some object). I wanna learn how to do webdesign and start a website. I want to apply to intern at BITCH magazine in Portland.
I want to return to Portland but it's tough. I need money. a job. a place to live. Portland has the second highest unemployment rate in the country. and everyone with a degree seems to be moving there and in search of a job. so im like WTF am i gunna do!?
otherwise, i feel like im growing and learning. prague was a great experience, and now i must figure out a new path to follow. along the road opening up new doors..new opportunities are on the horizon and that is what excites me most.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
illness
Recently, I can't stand being awake. I only wake up because I have to go to work. And even that has been difficult. I want to live in my dreams, not my reality. I want to close my eyes and forget about my pain and suffering... shove it back down instead of really letting it take me.
One of my dear students that I am close to gave me her thoughts today. She is so perceptive, I love hearing her advice or any input she has. It's almost as though I'm her student sometimes :) ...She told me she thinks that this illness is not a flu, but a psychological illness that I have created for myself. In order to escape my stress and pain, I can put the blame on feeling sick. Yet I literally feel sick, and maybe she is right, it is because of my psychological sickness.
It's not that I'm a mental case or have some mental disease. At least I don't think I do. I'm just dealing with a sudden surge of emotional stress and worries and depression.
I recently got out of a very intense relationship with a man that I loved very much. I don't want to get into details, but it didn't work out because of personal differences. At the time that we split, I felt the decision was the right one. Since then I have had some doubts and questions of whether it was what I wanted or just what I was told to want or what I thought I wanted. It's all very confusing. Anyways, it happened and he didn't do much/anything to stop it, so there you go.
The same day we split I met someone very fun and interesting for me. He was also interested in me, and we spent a lot of time together. It was like a sign from above, leave your worries behind and just move on, there's plenty of fish in the sea, and they may even treat you better. Yeah. But then after a week or two went by it hit all at once, I never even took the time to treat myself emotionally after this big change. I just went with it and ignored what common sense to take care of my insides. I got really sad and realized that I wasn't over my ex. Here is this new great guy and I haven't even figured out the last one. I haven't even figured out why I keep getting involved and why I can't stand to be alone with myself.
Now we are going on a trip. One I wanted and asked for and was very pleased to be offered. I'm going on an adventure.
But I'm sick to my stomach with worries, stress, sadness, confusion, pain.
I've needed this vacation for a long time now, I deserve it. I have been working all through my twenties with no breaks. No time for me. No time to figure me out. Here I am in a foreign country working all the time and getting sick to my stomach because I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. Not with men, not with my future, my 'career', not with ME. I don't know me anymore and it hurts.
So maybe I'm sick because I ate a rotten raspberry, or maybe because I'm paranoid about risking my life/putting it in someone elses hands, or maybe it's because I'm sick of torturing myself by being this person. It's all very dark and too deep for me to even understand.
I guess a therapist would help.
Or maybe I should just go back to sleep.
I want this feeling in my gut to go away, but I just don't know how to make it happen.