Hey guys, Im donating one of my solar panel etchings to Cal State Fullerton for the social justice summits silent art auction. If you'd like to check it out, heres more information and hope to see you all there.
The Social Justice Summit at Cal State Fullerton is holding a fundraiser art auction on campus Friday and then a summit on April 18.
“Resist Ignorance, Provoke Thought, Incite Change” is the theme of Cal State Fullerton’s fifth annual Social Justice Summit, presented by the Volunteer & Service Center.
The April 18 event provides a forum for people to exchange ideas about improving the state of local and global communities, offers a chance to discuss the obstacles to creating change and gives attendees the tools for taking social action.
For the first time, a silent art auction will be held in conjunction with the Social Justice Summit with artworks for sale this Friday, March 27, that incorporate social-justice themes. Both events are open to the public free of charge.
When/Where: Art Auction
4-8 p.m.
Friday, March 27
Garden Cafe,
Titan Student Union,
Cal State Fullerton
800 N. State College Blvd., Fullerton, 92831
Auction:
All proceeds benefit the Social Justice Summit, which is in large part supported through donations from the community.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
records, movie stars, and weed
Ever get the feeling that something is going to happen, and then it does? I recently met a guy who told me if I ever have a really good feeling about something, to keep it to myself and not tell anyone about it. Well this past weekend was a collaboration of good feelings that I tried to keep to myself, and no longer can.
Friday night my girlfriends decide they wanted to go to Amoeba Records in Hollywood, which I was all about since I hadn't been in quite some time. I get the rest of my shift covered and take off from work and in no time find myself cruisin down the 101.
So I wont mention names but the people that I am with decided they wanted to 'smoke' before we went into the record store, which I was fine with even though I personally didnt want any. With fergies glamorous blaring through the speakers, and smoke filling the brim of the car, we decide - its time and hobble out to make our way over to the elevator.
Now remember that good feelin of something thats going to happen I mentioned at the beginning? Well heres where it comes into play.. were all walking over to the elevator and see a small bald fat man with a woman with curly hair right in front of us. None of us really pay much attention to it, and continue our way into the elevator. As we step in and this small man turns around, we realize that we 3 girls, and a strange man were sharing an elevator with Danny Devito and Rhea Perlman- ya thats right, the fucking penguin and that chick from cheers.
I start blabbing about which floor number to press, yelling something along the lines of " THE BUTTONS UHHH THE BUTTONS", my girlfriend turns her entire body over, and stares with her bloodshot stoned eyes at Mr. Devito starting from his feet up to HIS eyes, and then slowly turns around, and who knows what the random dude was thinking. It was the most awkward/awesome minute of my life. Then he proceeded to laugh and say, " ...NIGHT GIRLS" as he left, leaving us in an uproar of disbelieve.
We were flabbergasted, and it left us in total shock but once it settled we walked over to Amoeba with shit grins on our faces thinking nothing could get better. Right then is when someone went over the intercom and said something along the lines of " ....DOUG MARTSCH FROM BUILT TO SPILL IS SHOPPING..." To which I ran down stairs to greet the frontman of one of the influentical artists to the soundtrack of my life. And you know what, I dont care if I sound creepy- he was sweet as fuck, and I got a picture with him.
I really do love living in Los Angeles, and when you do see someone 'famous' it still takes you aback, it makes you realize that theyre not a fictional character, that they just a normal person like you. Expect when you see them stoned/ or with a contact high, you freak out and only imagine the penguin staring back at you.
Friday night my girlfriends decide they wanted to go to Amoeba Records in Hollywood, which I was all about since I hadn't been in quite some time. I get the rest of my shift covered and take off from work and in no time find myself cruisin down the 101.
So I wont mention names but the people that I am with decided they wanted to 'smoke' before we went into the record store, which I was fine with even though I personally didnt want any. With fergies glamorous blaring through the speakers, and smoke filling the brim of the car, we decide - its time and hobble out to make our way over to the elevator.
Now remember that good feelin of something thats going to happen I mentioned at the beginning? Well heres where it comes into play.. were all walking over to the elevator and see a small bald fat man with a woman with curly hair right in front of us. None of us really pay much attention to it, and continue our way into the elevator. As we step in and this small man turns around, we realize that we 3 girls, and a strange man were sharing an elevator with Danny Devito and Rhea Perlman- ya thats right, the fucking penguin and that chick from cheers.
I start blabbing about which floor number to press, yelling something along the lines of " THE BUTTONS UHHH THE BUTTONS", my girlfriend turns her entire body over, and stares with her bloodshot stoned eyes at Mr. Devito starting from his feet up to HIS eyes, and then slowly turns around, and who knows what the random dude was thinking. It was the most awkward/awesome minute of my life. Then he proceeded to laugh and say, " ...NIGHT GIRLS" as he left, leaving us in an uproar of disbelieve.
We were flabbergasted, and it left us in total shock but once it settled we walked over to Amoeba with shit grins on our faces thinking nothing could get better. Right then is when someone went over the intercom and said something along the lines of " ....DOUG MARTSCH FROM BUILT TO SPILL IS SHOPPING..." To which I ran down stairs to greet the frontman of one of the influentical artists to the soundtrack of my life. And you know what, I dont care if I sound creepy- he was sweet as fuck, and I got a picture with him.
I really do love living in Los Angeles, and when you do see someone 'famous' it still takes you aback, it makes you realize that theyre not a fictional character, that they just a normal person like you. Expect when you see them stoned/ or with a contact high, you freak out and only imagine the penguin staring back at you.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
5150
So brian and I decided to go to the hollydale abandoned mental institution in downey and have our tastes at haunted adventures. Well actually, I think the last thing we should have been worried about was ghosts, because everything else there was shady as fuck. Gangsters hanging out, abandoned cars with bullet shells, i mean SHADY. But we walked around regardless, because you have to hussle regardless. So here are some pictures from that day.
one of the areas
glass
hills
gangstas
me in an empty chemical room
and brian jumping off a police cart that was left in a field
This place is always fun to check out, but its horded with cops, theres needles everywhere, and tons of broken glass. If you want to check it out, or come with me sometime- its always interesting.
Hollydale Mental Hospital
imerpial/old river school road
Downey, Ca 90242
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
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