words like broken glass

wow wee, it's been almost 2 years since we've used this blog. most of you know it was removed because of some stalker issues. BUT, tattoos and scars is getting a lot of airplay so we didn't want to have anymore dead links!

ah yes. my new favorite thing is to make kids feel guilty for talking while i'm talking, coming home and rolling up my pant legs, changing the oil in my car while wearing all black in the middle of the night, and last but certainly not least, sticking my finger in cheeto's ear when he is asleep.

new member: yup, katelynn isabella samantha sethasang. official rookie season. initials are on purpose- im just happy he didnt name her cherry coke. if you've met my bro, you'll get that. official bday reminder-the day after nick's.

ha. so true. it's been a while since the last update ( this is for you aaron). it's been fun, but summer is over- so fucking over. i want a goddamn refund. solo roadtrips. a hike. then another hike. too many weddings. not enough money. americanos with baby juan. caught off gaurd once or twice, or even three times. bff is headed to tropical surroundings and i along with mr. indie rock are bummed. blackberry is annoying the shit out of me, and by blackberry i do not mean ms. gibbs.technology serves me well, but the bart is the death of me. fragments are perfect.

i was going to add photos but my mood has gone sour. the birth of my brother from another mother is soon approaching. as is the birth of my brother's other another. code, i know. so irritated and honestly thought this would help. no good will come of this.

"your love is a lie" then the explanation. all of that is behind me. i decided today is the day i will take some things back that used to be ours. it was a band, a feeling and even a breakfast spot. i went there today, alone. i managed to avoid one of my favorite places to get breakfast because there was too much there to think about. on my walk there i thought friday the 13th would be the day of all days to run into something that could be unpleasant. i went. sat at the counter, ordered my usual. still the best place to get the perfect amount of bacon and feta scramble, fruit instead of homefries, coffee and a coke. i missed you today.

carpaccio's in menlo park. had a good time with my first mate (pun intended). you never forget things. at least i can never. you know when you're with someone, there is always music that goes along with that relationship. you know who you are and what your soundtrack is.

quick trip to the guitar store last night. thanks to bry i came out with a bass when i went in looking for some pics. thanks little guy.

still editing the photos for june. the bbq photos are up now. holler at me for the link.

spent most of the day carting jt around the east bay. alameda skate park and painted toes. you know what i'm talkin' bout!

found this pic of my silly red neck nephews, gary and carl.(really though, for some reason i really liked it)

jt and i headed back to the beginning. where it all started, fucking santa cruz. we hit the usual pots, natural bridges, west cliff, downtown and then landed at the saturn cafe. j was very much dippointed b/c of the surpising lack of vegan options- saturn cafe might be a damn lie. it was strange to be back there- so different yet exactly the way i left it. drove past my old house and immediately my mind was filled with pictures and feelings. to all the girls i've loved before...it was fun while it lasted right?

we picked up our favorite trail blazer/fisheries maverick juan. here's to unexpected surprises in places you despises (meant to rhyme). fun had by all involved at the knockout. quick visit to joshing bruner at milk then serious bidness to take care of. thanks to LL for providing a place for me to sleep whilst entertaining.

always a goodtime at the bottom of the hill. social studies is a band i like right now- not just cuz my friend likes them...

the promise i made to write everyday has been hard to stick to. dont be mad, it's not my fault. so much fun in the last few days. i remember why i decided to stay. i love you.

instead of getting a good night sleep, jt and i went and got ourselves drunk...too funny at the makeout room. too funny indeed. i didn't make it to the right room. then in the morning i went looking for jason, he too did not make it to the right room. in fact, i have no fucking clue where he is right now. last thing he said he was getting a burrito.

i wish i could teleport to toronto today. see KOZYNDAN there if you can. bunnyfish debut.

so tired, so so tired. here's my problem- i don't sleep. I HAVE FUCKING SLEEP APNEA. please help. like i've said in the past, i snore like my mom and dad and there's one pretty lady who knows what they both sound like in full fucking stereo. i'm really bummed about it.

alas, the last few days of whiskey, women and jason taylor have caught up with me. i have the first discovered strand of the late twenties viral infection. fuck- my body aches and im snoring my goddamn head off every night. now i know you all think i snore anyway, BUT it's getting worse with each cigarette. it's been confirmed: SLEEP APNEA...special thanks to my mom and dad for handing that down. loves, jen

spent my whole day thinking about what i was supposed to be researching for an upcoming project. then KMS came out and fed me some raw fish. long over due, i haven't had sushi in close to a goddamn year!!! wtf, i know. kristi finally after over ten years of telling her i love her, said it back to me. she really does have a heart.

hit the skate park with jason, saw a guy bust his face open and found dna soaked panties with/for dave...twas a good day.

jason and i cruised around the mission all day looking for fancy cellphones and lesbians. we found both. took him to the new vegan spot, which he thoroughly enjoyed. ened the night relatively dna free minus the sleep over invite i got at pop's. you really gotta love pop's. recovering from last night was best done with your bff. trust.

today i was born. today i drank myself to death and emerged a fucking champion. i started the day playing with bones at my science workshop. if you know me in real life, you know i love me some bones! then headed back to sf to meet up with some of my best friends...good food, good whiskey, good uptown. i was tired out and had a nice power nap on the sante fe style couch in the back. ready to dance my ass of-we headed out to the tourist infested hotpants...wait for it

fave student #3: "Hello Ms. S, just calling to wish you a Happy Birthday. Thank You."

fave student #4: "Hi Ms. S, this is blank blank calling, just checking in to see how your summer is. Happy Birthday."

longest day of the year bbq, the tradition continues...this year made up for last. thanks to eveyone for coming out and being a good sport. here's to boob grabbing (sucking)and shit talking followed by inappropriateness all around. SPECIAL OUT OF TOWN GUESTS: JT1er and Mr. Unstoppable himself. photos to come soon...

nick got me a present...that alison, such a good sport all night. disclaimer: now you have to understand, it has been years since i have been reunited with my favorite people all in one space- you all know how excited i get. so, i celebration, i did not hold back. kind of like that time at the radio bar (3 in a few hours?!?)

i have not a clue right now. just enjoying my life, one whiskey at a time with good company. plans have been set. late twenties are approaching. damn it.

today was a good day. i have a new "schedule". im in to it. started my summer seminar and i was 45 fucking minutes late- but oh so worth it. bday plans have been posted-VIP plane arrives thursday. the boys are back in town.

went to an adult engagement soiree and saw the best view of the bay bridge ever. special thanks to LL for the invite and many other things.

cara and andy made it out to the tenderloin as did old favorites like lita and jenny. atlantic reunion fo' sho. two birds one stone, harvest and her sidekick made it out. heard some social studies- impressive.

lunch this fine sunday with my parents- who continue to impress me with their navigation skills, they still know how to get to my place. headed to twin peaks to remind them why i moved back to sf- then out to sausalito to pretend we were a typical american family. then my mom said "i just wanted to see the view" and we headed back to our usual eating rotation. today we headed back to the richmond to enjoy burmese food. unfortunately we were turned away and instead of chewing my dad's arm off- we settled on some ok thai food. i can't help but be picky as fuck when it comes to thai food now. also, my dad judges a thai resteraunt based on if the staff can actually speak thai-if they can't, we leave immediately. now you know where i get it. i heart my mom and dad.

june is turning into a steller month. last june sucked. june 07- better everyday. here's to you and yours.

lastnight i had a good fucking time with old friends, new friends, and friends of friends. twas a fun evening had by all, glasses flying and people getting slapped...hard. the plan was to get one drink then it snowballed to taking over the goddamn bar- pool was played, game spit yet again and hearts broken. let it be known- no excuses, play like a champion.

i read my horoscope for the month, and it seems that i will run into a large sum of money, sex and rock and roll. cheeto and i had a killer photosesh fueled by lots of catnip and jameson

last day of school was hectic, drove kids home so they wouldnt get jumped. had a fun last day with my colleagues throwing up gang signs and saying inappropriate things to ms. gibbs, as per usual. droping L bombs left and right. how could this be that you're only now in my life?

last monday of the school year. i love my fucking job. i spent my after school prep time with students from another class- i care about these little assholes. i really do.

going to a saturday morning meeting sucks when you have a fucking crazy friday night, FYI. blasted through some interviews smelling of, yup- whiskey, and feeling dizzy having to ask questions like, "How would you provide support for students blah blah blah, burp." i think i may have hiccupped while a candidate was going over his mission. had a fun night with close friends...all 250 of you at the club. thank you very much. creepy encounters and spilt drinks on the dance floor. boo, double boo.

i lifted that line from a new friend. i have the hang of this life, which i enjoy more and more each day. school is coming to a close and im going to be sad when i dont see those little assholes on a daily basis. getting ready for the summer- as stated at an earlier date, friends, whiskey-paint.i wrote my first letter of recommendation today- felt adult-ish. this weekend i see my best man for the finale of the dramatization of our thug life.

my class has finally figured it out. im not an asshole. chatbox during the day is more fun than i thought, epecially when i type rotten things mere feet from children...fucking hilarious. order time for tattoos and scars...pass it on.

long long day-no voice, rasputin still. The class showed no compassion for my throat-jerks. looking forward to the weekend. received a nice email from anne who's back on the west coast. welcome home.

ah yes my friends, karma indeed is a bitch. i just heard the best news all year. listen to me when i tell you this-I fucking told you so! ha. my voice is raspy today because i have developed a cough in which the origins are unknown. so imagine me talking you right now. i did try and cure it with whiskey last night and girls from the netherlands, them ladies is tall-real tall. thanks nico. im still elated from this news- my heart doesn't hurt for anyone involved, that's for sure. payback sucks- but you should have known-wrong doers, you should have fucking known. in other sea worthy news: try and find me in this video, wait for it...also, you're fav fuck up friend-nominated for a Teacher Award for my service in Berkeley-you know those rich kids fucking love me. I think I get a mug or something, or an Audi. Ha. I'm in the best mood possible after having such a long day at work-seriously, words cannot express...

i saw this quote a few months ago and scribbled it down. just found that piece of papel :

i will post everyday...was on the news this weekend...holler at some oakland education. in other news, saw my parents for the first time in a few months. we made our way to daly city this time, visiting an old childhood favorite- goldilocks. if you grew up a filipino kid in northern california, you'd know this place. unfortunately, the food i was hoping to get was unsatisfactory. it was not like my mom's cooking at all-i don't know what i was thinking. seems that i too, have made a mistake. you can never go back.

Jen's Mom: "Oh darling, don't worry about it. It's not your fault these people are fucked up. Did you eat already?"

it's finally my birthday month. i've been adjusting to many changes and as nick says you all know how much i hate change. school is winding down and six months in east oakland has given me perspective on how life is lived in this day and age. im looking forward to a summer off, hopefully filled with good friends and whiskey. travel is a given. im certain of who i am. who i was. who i will never be. i know what i want in my life.

my mom and dad have finally returned from their travels abroad- two fucking months they've been gone. i never realized how much i depend on hearing their voices. cheeto has tripled in size. now i know you all think i feed him too much-he's just a big cat. more of him to love.

ive managed to piss some more people off in the end of my 27th year. this includes men, women and children. no one is exempt. my only flaw is being devastatingly good looking. oops. no really, im brutaly honest and cannot help but call people out when they are being ridiculous. loyalty and trust.

just dont be rude when you see me in public, pass that on to your new friends too.

oh and i ran into another friend of yours, this one though- she fucking loved me from the moment we met, even gave me a fucking hug- AND she asked how things were going with you ,i said we weren't seeing each other anymore and she was bummed. ha.

who knew you could do so much over 4 days. alright alright. i know-i haven't called anyone back. truth is i've been working on a project for kill shaman, training my new printing apprentice and drinking whiskey. i even went to a museum on my first day off. then a friend from out of town appeared and i drank way too much and ended up in the upper haight. then a short road trip with bry to scold my brother aka broseph. sunday was up to my eye balls in gold and black ink.

two color overlay, fixed some errors in the first run. everything went smooth. bry was the official tape and ink and dry guy. a good start..

first poster up at aqaurius...solid gold. that social studies poster isn't bad...damn it

readers have expressed a need for headlines, how's this for one: blog this bitch.

fecal face had some good shit. check out corey arnold's photos.also, here's to h.nortup for spreading the words of tattoos & scars.

busy week. busy busy week. new work from kill shaman records: printing posters for expo '70.

also, got the best text message ever from a very nice girl...laughing my ass off because it's serious. but also pretty fucking sad- never had anyone actually tell me to fuck off, other than my mom and dad.

mellow weekend so far. had coffee early and went on some errands-video and hardware store and nico. yes she is an errand. came across two photos i liked.

my mom and dad have been away for many weeks. my brother is running out of food and water. my parents also do not know how to work the internet, but very mysteriously this photo appeared with a note that read: we are not coming back. take care of your brother...

today my brother would be thirty-three.i would be making fun of him for being so old. he would be giving me advice about girls and tips about making my car run smoother. perhaps we would enjoy a cigarette together and listening to music. he would be excited that Morrisey was playing in our hometown. perhaps.

another seattle to nyc roadblast. twas a quick trip, this year it started a few days late. i had some bidness to tend to assisting my familia in a panpacific excursion. yeah them big words. highlights of the seattle leg.

1. always spending time with my two fav divorcees and the rest of the seattle hommies

nyc is always a pleasure. cara buckley has been a big sister to me for the past few years. she has my back all the time. she lets me stay with her all the time. and this year i had my own fucking room. like every year i am around during the birthdays of sam and anna. feels like the party is for me, i aint gonna lie. big bry levine was also in the area and much whiskey and photos were a takin. quickest east coast trip ever. met some new people and strengthen ties with friends from the last round i.e. mr. andy dickerson. even met someone from stockton, 209 holler.

overall the trip was a success, though very hurried. i was anxious to return to sf, for the first time in a long while. excited to see new friends and solid ones.

this time was a much needed break from the old worries and new headaches of east oakland and adulthood.

today i got something new. its fast and grey and kind of out of my league. ill give you a hint. audi 5000 g

special thanks to anna t, big bry and jaime for their submissions and the bailiff for over-thinking. kisses

i love my life. no more shakes. thanks to everyone who has helped me in the past months. you are the elite with whom i share everything with. thank you for having my back. loyalty and trust. "the wedding party" you know who you are. wounded but not broken.

weekend flew by. happy bday swayback. parties in oakland are fucking awesome especially when you have to drive home drunk and in the rain also distracted by your passenger who is not drunk and cute. how does that work? below: why i love my bike and snow.

the national. much anticipated second album. will be worth the wait me hopes. cover art is nice.

it's been a while...back to bidness as promised. january was a busy month. rung in the new year with good friends and motorcycles. maybe some drunk dialing as well. why am i the only one who remembers where that party was? found harves's belongings three days later. here's to honest hipsters. i've managed to get myself another teaching job. hell yes. i forgot how much i love being around kids. i have another reason for being around now-make a fucking difference! east oakland holler.

in other news: here's to jt1er: cross country son! also special thanks to big bryan levine-bringing me back from the dead aka bringing me to the fucking doctor when i was deathly ill a few weeks back. holler at annie and nick for making the end of my illness memorable: whiskey and antibiotics and adam harris. Other news for January- plans for Brazil and Argentina are in the works. Tattoos and Scars in South America. Harvest is finally home. Welcome Back Killer.

The Bailiff came to SF for a brief visit. I did not jack you to hang out with a girl. I swear. Good conversation and good food. Hurry back.

Special special thanks to Dave Yun. Thanks for having my back out there hommie. Uptown can be a dangerous, dangerous place. Good looking out. Good luck in Cambodia my friend. Also, here's to my Dad for driving to SF to see his dying daughter.

In the works: new tshirts coming soon. links page will be up and running even sooner.

My Mom made Valentine's Day presents for my students this year...i love my Mom. Here's to a bullshit holiday-I do enjoy telling my close friends how much i love them, but they usually get that everyday. i once thought i hated celebrating that day-but deep down i like it. Feb 14th RIP.

Today is also a birthday. I still look at your horoscope. a hard habit to break.

to lose someone you love is to alter your life forever. you don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved. the pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. how could it? the particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. this hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it.

what i learned last week: clearing the air and making peace can sometimes be more trouble than its worth. trust.

Busy weekend. Secret mission in Oakland. Then high school reunion in the Marina. Weary but it turned out to be good. Fancy dress and glitter tights-yeah i said glitter tights. I couldnt look myself in the mirror.

CHAMPAIGN FOR MY REAL FRIENDS AND REAL PAIN FOR MY SHAM FRIENDS...I had forgotten this line. This weekend I rewatched a bunch of Edward Norton movies. 25th Hour- being my favorite. Also watched way too many Graffiti documentaries. Check out Piece by Piece, all about San Francisco.

If you have time, watch the KOZYNDAN Documentary. Other updates...travel photos have been edited. Fiji photos were confiscated so none to show. I put together a drying rack today and it was harder than I thought. Freezing at my house right now- must be my icy heart. no, wait, that's your icy heart.

christmas is coming. i hate the holidays. new years is always over-rated. similar to adulthood. in january i become an adult again, i get a job. boo. my x-mas present to myself this year- vice guide to travel , liver failure, and a new life. only one can be returned without a receipt.

i only knew you in passing. i left flowers. you and your family are in my thoughts.

for now, i live a quiet life. i have my family, a few friends and my cat. i make tshirts and email frequently throughout the day. i have some fond memories and few regrets. my heart is black and my bones are made out of gold. if you ask me a question, i will give you an honest answer. i've got nothing to loose. neverstop/nike pictures are posted below.

been a while since ive had an opportunity to update. hectic times. finished the neverstop/nike project-feeling really good about the work that was done. pictures of the final products will be posted soon. special thanks to jaime for doing the finishing on the flags. first collaboration of many. bday weekend for jt1er in sf. or really oakland. baby j brings out the best in me. game was spit. the plans are in the works for a reunion tour. YO SON. edited most of the europe pictures. they too will be posted in the next few days. holiday season has officially started and i hate it. i fucking hate the holidays. you guys know that. even more this year. no family and no friends. holler...with tears. we will see what santa has in store for me this season. i am not afraid of you and i will beat your ass (yo la tengo). Can't get enough of JAY-Z, Justin Timberlake and my Beyonce. Also MIDLAKE and the Black Angels are in rotation. In all seriousness, Justin Timberlake is this generation's Michael Jackson. Trust. Has anyone noticed that I'm using proper punctuation and capitalization as of half way through this. I'm preparing to re-enter the world of correctness. Homeownership is up next...perhaps. 11/11 good day to drink. happy bday dave. look for the loyalty shirts at a small independently run clothing store near you, soon. PENGUINS WITH ANGST

take good fucking care of yourself, ultimately-you are the only person who really has your back.

hand writing letters to people you don't know anymore is good, just dont actually send them.

screen printing for this has its perks...i heart chinatown. 100% of the proceeds goes back into the community. so, corporate does something good. look for the flags...tattoos and scars...goes big.

made some stuff for neverstop and nike...holler what?! this screen printing maybe working. staying up all night to finish designs feels a lot like college minus the streaking and underage girls wrestling in a pool of lube. huh, actually that was old skool. nevermind. hmmm.

went out to breakfast in sf for the first time in months. jesus. thanks to case one im getting more screenprinting work. holler. wait for it.

the trip back to CA should have been a sign that i not return. below you'll find two examples. just a few hours apart. good to see my family again. will be good to see the few in sf. back to bidness. in a few weeks i take my city back. its been long enough. BEAR, NINJA, COWBOY.

thanks to a friend i fished an invite to a private party. bread, brie, and band of horses.the time i spend here is worth it. slow on sticker patrol. more effort put towards my friends.

still here, weather getting colder. finishing my work here. i look forward to my journey home. my only wish is to have my friends here join me. i am not looking forward to war with n.korea.

seattle good so far. cyhsy. showbox. good to hear live. good friends. big tshirt order. will be back in sf to finish.

letter home

so far hipster camp is fun. the food here is a little different. everything they make for us is vegan, its kind of lumpy but im getting used to it. im getting my jeans hemmed this week so i fit it with all the other kids. i dont think i can cut my hair though, not this year
at least. we have activity time where we can do a few different things like tattooing, texting and boozing. so far ive got a merit badge in the last one. my counselor says im on my way to making camper of the year, they sure like jamesons up here.

this weekend i got sick. i had the flu and stayed in bed all of saturday. i didnt miss much because it started to rain. my bunk was pretty gross after a while.this week i hope to fine some sort of work, that doesnt pay in lap dances.

i miss you very much. please write soon.

october 2nd. i am still alive. you fucked up when you left me.this may be one of the best film posters i have ever seen.

today is tuesday: dear friends. tonight i learned something that hurt my heart a great deal. how could this have happened? how did i fucking get here? i leave the country as much as possible these days...i have no job. i am lost. i am trying to find that jen you used to know and love. but she is hiding. she does not want to resurface because she is afraid. now i know you who are reading this now, care. only you, the elite care to look at this site. but, i really did love. and its stuck in my head. i will sober up eventually. and be somebody you can all be proud of. i tell you whiskey and the internet are a bad combination. another bad combination is telling someone your insecurities, and then that person acts it out. its very similar to telling someone that youre allegergic to bees stings, then she or he suggests, lets go to this honeycomb farm...

i travel and travel thinking i can get away from this. but its in my head. i miss my old life. adulthood is overrated. how can you sleep at night? my mom says, " there are 100 people out there that are better." and i cant help but think to myself...i thought i had found them.

i think my liver will fail at 29. my heart failed at 26. i know that i loved you more than anyone evr will. take it for good, take it for bad. your parents knew, and they liked me.

listening: sunset rubdown; casiotone for the painfully alone; gnarls barkly; the sounds