it burns so good: enter the ghost pepper/bhut jolokia

really, it seems like a “guy thing” but deliciousness iz universal, yo. step up and feel the heat.

aaaaaahahhhhhhahahahahh!!!!!!!

how to scare the shit outta yourself in 2 easy steps: el narco and top secret america

holy fucking fuck, ioan grillo has king kong-sized nutz and after reading this i am never, ever going to mexico. EVER!

um…seriously? if you were ever concerned that the end of all our freedoms were just around the bend: fear not, my friends, the end is ALREADY HERE. thanks george w.

sweet dreams.

blackened heart stew: demdike stare’s elemental

i’m a touched irked that some of the smoldering nuggets on this deliciously colored vinyl, very limited edition will not be included on the 2 disc cd (later this year) but this drop is just so damn hot; either way you see through the eyes of a killer.

it’s like the soundtrack to michael jackson’s autopsy during the payoffs and destroying of evidence…

here.

the motherfucking payback: michael caine as harry brown

hmmm maybe it’s just because i hate fucking opportunistic, pieces of shit,  lowlife scum and well, therefore loving vigilante comeuppance (cause and effect/affect) or maybe it’s because this is THE definitive michael caine flick; a great script, great cast and all micheal fucking caine. who fucking cares.

trust your ol’ buddy shim: you will be high fivin’ yerself and doing michael caine impressions for days.

harry brown.

go with god: chimay grande reserve

maybe it’s just me but after tasting this vonder-beer, i can only say: shave your head and pack your bags for belgium.

these felonious monks have basically solved pi in beer form.

good for what ale’s you-get thee to a monastery, bitchez.

so effing recommended: lourdes castro’s latin grilling

most of the time cooking for the hella-rich and then teaching snotty white kids will turn your old world rustic soul to a crack n’ hookers mush but, not this time.

this wonderful book is basically a heartfelt fuck you to tex-mex and reminds us all that brazil, argentina and of course, cuba (just to name a few) really know how to eat. ie. eat really fucking well.

vegetarians will hate most of this but those with a jones for fire, smoke and meat will find new inspiration and wondrous discovery in what you think as “been there, done that”. plus, it’s all easily approachable.

a must for your good eats library. find it cheap here.

put the heat to the meat!

in response to carmen tisch defiling clyfford still

hey carmen, get off the crack.

return of the smoov!!! happy 2012 w/ david suzuki’s force of nature and gabrielle hamilton’s blood, bones and butter

happy 2012, and a sincere go fuck yourself to 2011!!!!

so i still haven’t finished any music. so i still have piles of half-finished art. so my site still doesn’t have a store and i am working peace-of-mind-crushing jobs. so i didn’t realize half of the creative shit that i felt to be vital and soul-nourishing in much of 2011. so i’m more broke than i was in college. so what if the douche quotient in my neck o’ the woods seems to be rising to some epic, “biblical” (if you believe in that shit…) type level. so what if greed is the new black. so what if occupy wall street was more of a whimper than a scream. so what if there’s a tea party. so what if my “family” hopes i fail. so what if… oh fuck it.

i tell you this: there are still a few good people in the world. art still matters. and there is love, compassion, joy and all the things that really matter. examples? i give you david suzuki:

watch it and send a copy to everyone you know. definitely a force of nature.

next up: a truly wonderful must-read:

read it despite all the recommendations. real good shit. i wish gabrielle hamilton was my mom.

take it from your old pal, shim: 2012 is gonna be one hell of a great year. the pendulum is on the up-swing and although i can’t guarantee bliss for all, the 1% is shitting their powder wigs and things are changing for the better. to quote ani difranco’s “coming up”:

but I love this city, this state
this country is too large
and whoever’s in charge up there
had better take the elevator down
and put more than change in our cup
or else we
are coming
up

plus obama is gonna get a second term.

i love you all.

The ultimate steve zissou companion: jurgen muller’s science of the sea

forgive me, jurgen,  if i can’t remember how to do the umlaut thingy but this floaty beautiful album is just as outstanding, nonetheless…made in the 70s yes, but this is still how we do eet!

YAY!!! something to make the happy more happy!

just because: radiohead-king of limbs

in rainbows was/is near impossible to beat and i’m not sure if this does (don’t care) but one things for certain, these guys just keep experimenting and growing in every way.

WHOOP!