This Is A Race

IT'S OUR RANCH AND IT'S OUR HOME

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JEENYUS

Via DLISTED

Labels: BAD DOG

THROW IT ON THE PILE

The MAC'S WTF campaign took a silver at the MARKETING AWARDS last week.

Still don't have a commercial rep...ahem...

Labels: MAYBE THE FUTURE WILL BE BETTER, NARCISSISM

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???

Next up: "iTunes Essentials: Black People Music."

When are people going to stop doing shit like this?

Lord almighty.

Labels: BAD DOG, DEATH AND DRAMA, DESPERATE AND SAD, MUSIC, REALLY FUCKING GAY

SUMMER LOVERS

Oh damn I have been so broke-ass-poor up till very recently but I just bought tickets to CUT COPY/BLACK KIDS, THE CAVE SINGERS, ISLANDS, ROBYN, and GONZALES.

But I'm stupid cause Cut Copy/Black Kids is on the same night as Gonzales...I'm torn...I might be able to go to both cause Gonzie starts earlier, but if I can't which one should I go to. Oh life is hard!

Labels: MUSIC

THE CELL + MUNCHAUSEN + VIA JONZE + FINCHER

It looks like there are some mistakes, but overall, I'M EXCITED

Labels: BOOKS MOVIES AND OTHER CULTURALISTICALITIES

SO WONDERFUL

Tonight's your last chance in Toronto to see DANIEL BARROW perform "Every Time I See Your Picture I Cry":

Daniel Barrow's newest "manual animation" combines overhead projection, with video, music, and live narration to tell the story of a garbage man with a vision to chronicle the lives of all the citizens in the city. Traversing the streets, drawing pictures of people as they sleep and gleaning what he can of people's lives through their trash, what he doesn't know is that a deranged lunatic is trailing him, killing off each citizen he records in his book, thus rendering his cataloguing efforts obsolete.

Maybe I misinterpreted it but I didn't think the central character was a garbage-man, but Barrow himself...or maybe I'm not so smart.

Either way, you shold BUY TICKETS NOW!

Labels: BOOKS MOVIES AND OTHER CULTURALISTICALITIES, DESPERATE AND SAD, REALLY FUCKING GAY, THINGS I WISH I'D DONE

TAJABONER

I'm sure it's in a million movies, but Mahogany struck me as an inspiration for Almodovar...

And am I crazy or is the original cut of the cab-ride through Barcelona longer?

Labels: REALLY FUCKING GAY

HIV CAMERA

Filled with HIV+ blood which is used as a red filter.

More HERE and HERE

MEXICO

Not sequenced...

Toronto Breaker

Lamp

Dad

Bored at Chichen Itza

Circle

Breakers

Iguana

Seafoam

Palms

Parasail

Villa

Labels: I MADE THIS. ME. GRAYDON.

LAZY

Labels: SEX

BUSY BEE

Where's Busy Bee? Huh? Where's Busy Bee?

So I came back from Mexico, then produced, location scouted, art-directed, styled, shot, and directed a commercial in 4 days (with help from the talented and funny ha-ha JAMIE CAMPBELL), then stayed up all night after the shoot to pack my house, then did returns, then moved. Then my eye swelled up and I had to go to bed.

But now I'm back, and I have internet again!

So to celebrate here's a video of Kodi and myself doing PROMENADE back in January.

Labels: BAD DOG

MESSY DOG

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THAT BITCH STOLE MY MOVES

I know La Pequeña is totally overplayed by now, but I love it when shit like this happens - YouTube videos of television shows of YouTube videos. It's meta-Pequeña.

Maybe we should TEAM UP.

Labels: I MADE THIS. ME. GRAYDON., NARCISSISM, REALLY FUCKING GAY, THINGS I WISH I'D DONE

DOT DOT DOT

FEEL LIKE SHARING/EXPLORING? At DOTDOTDOTDOT.ORG you can enter a site you like in the box and it will be added to the dots, or you can click on a dot to go to a site someone else likes. A stupid amount of people put Facebook in the dots. Le sigh.

Labels: HOW TO PROCRASTINATE

Near Tulum in Quintana Roo province, Mexico (the region that Joan Didion named her daughter after, RIP), past the barbed-wire fence, I sat on blackened rock beside a tide-pool containing hermit crabs, anemone, and a blue plastic Pepsi bottle-cap. It was late afternoon on my second day at an ALL INCLUSIVE RESORT. Looking left I saw, in the distance, the sunburnt families splayed on chaise lounges dotting the groomed beach. To the right were wild shores and jungle palms. In front of me crashing azulejo waves and the ocean horizon. Surrounded by a stock-pile of resort beer I wrote:

I am Morvern Callar. I swim past the pool bar, alligator eyes poking up. They are something to be afraid of (both the people and my eyes). That's not to say I don't enjoy this place; it's gorgeous. But, I don't think I enjoy it the way I'm meant to.

Last night I swung in a hammock listening to Joni, Joanna, and Natasha (not Beddingfield) after walking on the deserted part of the beach. White sands glowing in the moonlight, fierce winds, crashing ocean (violent, infinite, and black), beer in hand and more where that came from, and a tiny bit of fear. Everything as it should have been. Why wasn't everyone out there?

I crave cigarettes, _______________, and ________________. I'm not lacking in enjoyment, though. Like I said, I'm loving this, but not the way they want me to. While frat-boys date-rape the willing I lurk the dark beach, occasionally stopping in at the perpetual wedding reception's open bar for a glass of champagne.

Suckers.

Yeah, so basically I drank a lot. I also took a bunch of photos, went to Chichen Itza, hung out with my dad, met and went out with people who dance for the resort (nobody puts Graydie in a corner!), got a tan (I look like such a typical gay now with my short hair and too-dark-for-March skin), read, wrote, walked, swam, drank, ate, drank, slept, listened to music, saw poor scraggle-doggies with big boobies scrounging for food, drank, oggled, and ate.

As for the photos, I planned to continue with my "Are We Having Fun Yet?" series...but it didn't work. Like I just wrote to Claire, I expected to find lots of sad fat gluttons trying to get happy - but I found that, unlike "Are We Having Fun Yet?" the people knew exactly why they were in Mexico - they weren't looking for distraction or happiness, they just wanted to do nothing, so it wasn't that compelling. In AWHFY? I saw myself in the people I photographed. There was some relationship to the subject and empathy in those photos. But had I just taken photographs of the people at the all-inclusive, I think it would have been purely judgmental, which I totally am, but that kind of photograph is a bit played out in my opinion. I also wasn't nearly as anonymous as I was at the fair because there were no flashing lights or spinning rides or candy-corn booths. I would pull out my camera and 18 people would look up from their books to stare at me.

I'll put up the photos I did take as soon as I can afford to process and scan them.

I was also wrong in my last post - I didn't go to Cancun, but about an hour and a half South to a place called Akumal, near Tulum.

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THIS IS JEAN

She is posing for a picture at a hotel in ~~Cancun~~ Akumal. This is the same hotel that I am going to. I'm leaving this weekend for a gluttonous week of all-inclusive tourist sin. I'm going to rape Mexico's culture, and I'm alright with that. I need the sun. It's too damn gloomy in the city right now and I've never ever done the "I'm going away just to relax and not think about anything" kind of a vacation. Plus it's free.

See you in a week and a bit.

I'll say hi to Jean for you.

Labels: MAYBE THE FUTURE WILL BE BETTER